“Why do you waste your time like this?”,
a passerby asked a sanyasi sitting by the riverside.
He remained silent.
“Don’t you want to live a life?”
Without opening his eyes, in a voice deeper from within him asked back.
“You have lived your life?”
“I have. I still do. I have started a family, I own a house, and I own a business. made money, finding ways to make more, so I can live happily”, he replied egoistically.
“You think you will be happy in the end?”
“Yes, I have owned everything”
But with one reply from the Sanyasi, his ego was broken to smithereens.
“You don’t own your breath”
bliss
Ananda
Universal Consciousness
“Why are you alone, Babaji?”
The hot summer evening saw the usual bustling.
The street was similar to the ones shown by the white men in their films, it was brushed with a tinge of yellow blanketed by the dust from the vehicles and by the smoke rising from the street stalls.
The aroma of spices that marked the Indian culture made the scene picturesque.
But the white-bearded man resting peacefully among this chaos was what caught Brooke’s eyes.
He had come from Britain to find why the thought of India attracted him the most. And at the sight of the old man who had a slight grin on his face, he knew exactly where to ask.
Babaji was sitting with his eyes closed, the question was heard but he remained silent.
Brooke touched his feet and said, “Please do answer my question, Babaji, I would like to know my purpose here”.
Brooke was startled by a voice that was deep yet calm like the ocean.
“What brought you here is your purpose, young man.”
“But I don’t understand”.
“You will.”
Babaji stood up from his trance, touched Brooke’s head and began to recede away, moving peacefully like a bubble floating above the chaotic waves of the ocean.
Brooke was flabbergasted by what he saw. Everything around him vanished, he felt his whole body vibrate in the rhythm of the universe while his eyes reflected his true self.
It felt like hours before he opened his eyes but it took only two minutes, he realised. He searched for Babaji, and he spotted him far away moving at the same pace, the pace of the Universe.
Truth=Bliss
Love=God
I am in love.
I can see him in the couple’s eyes
when they stare at each other.
I can see him when a mother
looks at her kids.
I can see him when a newborn lays his eyes
at his parents.
I can see him in the nutrients that lie beneath and in the stars that align the sky.
Every day, he gifts us beautiful flowers and scrumptious fruits.
His presence is exigent, ’cause he is in the water, air, and light.
He is in you.
Everything is his manifestation.
And I can never be ignorant of his love.
Yes, God is my lover and I am forever his.
We all are.
We all belong to him.
Sunkissed Soul
Serenity being nature’s demeanor,
yonder stands a tree on a poised hill,
shadowing the sorrows of life that lies below
the clear sky and above the crystal sea,
symbolizing the truth beyond naked eyes,
so I sit beneath it with closed eyes,
listening to earthly aroma
gifted by the muted breeze
that comes uninvitedly and
brushes a strand of my hair,
it feels like the caresses from God,
and it feels like home.
Adios
“I can’t wait anymore”, she said.
“Wait for what?”, he asked
“For you to fall in love with me”, she replied.
Confession
“When I saw you with her,
my heart felt heavy, that night
I bawled my eyes out,
the tears were rampant.
Never thought about love but
to my surprise, that was the
moment I realized I was in love .”
She chuckled and said,
“No one in this world would
have realized love and had broken
heart together like I did”.
Staring into his eyes, she added
“Love is the strongest emotion,
it can push you into the depths
of despair or it can lead you to the
purest of blissfulness, the former
happens if you search it from outside,
And I have been through it. The latter
is what I have learned lately.
You are the reason for it.
Hope you are happy with her.”
“I don’t know what to say, I am speechless “, he sat numb.
“You don’t have to say anything,
you already showed me, thank you
because now I have my closure”.
Euphoria
The second I realise this life is nothing
is the moment I am waiting for.
Hush! It’s Secret..
Dear Diary,
I hope you are well my dear friend. If you may ask the same, I am feeling utmost pleasure at present too. Thinking about whom I should say about what I have felt, there is no one more perfect than you. It’s about my secret admirer. Yes, there is something about him I can’t quite put my hand on but I am pretty sure he had fallen hard for me. On different occasions, he had proven his feelings for me obscuring his actions from others but it has caught my eyes recently. Putting together the pieces of the puzzle, there is no other answer more suitable than what I would say ‘Love’. Heard of the fact that people go miles for Love and turns out it is in fact the truth.
Oh! I forgot to tell you, my school pals decided on a soiree, yes, I am enthralled about meeting them. Enthused about sharing with them the stories about the past years we were separated. But one thing that matters to me is him again. I am sure if this rendezvous we are planning comes into his knowledge, through thick and thin he would try to bring his presence there, for he can have a sight of me. When we were all together in the past, I remember the smile, stare and glances he showered secretly at me, hidden from others.
Only if he knew.
He just couldn’t keep his eyes off me I would say though normally these kinds of doings cause vexation but the truth is I have grown to like the way he looks at me, the warmth of his affection could be felt just from his stare.And I am perplexed by the muse about the wonders his mere touch or his lips could do.
The thought of him excites me yet petrifies me because I still can’t accept the one fact Diary, the one fact that I have fallen for him too.
Broken Vow
“For better or for worse”
I paused,
“I am letting you go”.
Valentine
Transition
My Strength & Weakness
You are my weakness, my love.
We dwell in different bodies.
And our separation petrifies me.
Aches my heart when you are in pain.
Tearing apart making me insane.
Yet I am sane when you’re nigh.
As long as you’re safe, I feel fine.
Our closeness pampers me.
Because my soul resides in you,
yours in mine.
And I realize my strength is you,
my love.
Loving Myself
Loneliness was something everyone gifted me.
The gift which I dreaded the most.
I used to lament a lot.
But it turns out it is a gift not everyone can get.
I discern now it is the path to silence.
And silence is the language of the Souls.
I am ecstatic realising myself after all.
Love is Blind
Gone With The Wind…
The moment I returned to my true home,
I started to gradually fade from the memories of my loved ones who had accompanied me from birth to death,
strangers never knew of my existence and my kith and kin began to forget about the fact I even existed once.
I was completely erased from this world of unending miseries the moment the ones who gave me birth took their leave just like me excluding the fact that I had an unexpected early departure.
Before it all gets evanesced, for the one last time, as I glance back at the journey of my life through the memories I had made there, it was unforgettable and excruciating, yet quite beautiful and divine.
“I have learned many lessons, I hope to learn more”, says my soul, as it embarks on the journeys of life with many disguises.
L.O.V.E
It took a moment to say ‘I love you’ but it took a lifetime to realise what true love was.
Covert Hands
The soothing voice of the winds sung me lullabies every night,
freezing it may seem but the ground was warm enough for me.
The sweetness of the fruits presented the essence of true love I missed.
I too had glistening stickers on the ‘sky roof’, they all glinted and gifted me goodnight kisses.
My mother may have left me but mother nature feels me,
she heals me and says I will protect you, my child, I will cherish you for yours is a precious life.
Ecstasy
Happiness was when I toddled around, crying for my favourite candy, smiling
at every relative who came and went, munching the rolls of rice with curry mama gave me and dozing off with toys around, free of responsibilties.
Biblichor 