“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”
inspiration
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.
Captivating
“We have been talking about your works till now, being a writer is sure ecstatic but what are the other things you do at your leisure?”
“Oh yes, I love languages and I proudly say I am a polyglot.”
“Oh that’s wonderful sir, and your readers would surely like to know your favorite language, from the languages you have learned so far, which one has captivated you?”
“The one I learned first”
“Your mother tongue?”
“No, it comes second, the one that comes first for me is the language of love.”
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.
Rejection
It was the first time.
The first time I got rejected.
Unexpected, it broke me apart.
It felt like a thousand stones weighing
down my heart.
She said no.
Even though she knew
it was my favourite choclate bar.
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.
Muted Muse
I lacked the sound to voice my thoughts, but the needle of wisdom stitched my thoughts with words to form tales bedecked with aesthetic tapestries.
7 Colours
The Sun beamed with ecstasy,
And the clouds roared with tears of joy.
The winds added harmony to nature’s taste.
The trees swayed along with nature’s pace,
and the blooming Earth embellished nature’s face.
The glistening rays met the glinting drops,
A picturesque creation reminding the love from God.
An Angel
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.
Dream
He ran fast.
The crowd applauded.
His only focus was the ribbon
at the end.In a few minutes
he broke off the ribbon.
Cheers could be heard and
his name was called out.
Through the window
while sitting on his wheelchair
he saw his dream come true.
Though he was limited by
his legs,his imaginations had
no limitations.
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