Secrets unfold...

The Sea is Calm tonight,

the lonesome stars shinning bright.

There lives not a happy soul,

who by the Great one has never been cajoled.

He now sits on the shore,

his Previous thoughts he abhors.

Enlisting his long list of follies,

his Ungrateful guilt, his Homeward calling...

His fatherly greatness smiles upon him,

summoning him nearer ~ He embraces Him.

And then gently the Great one to him unfolds,

the secret of the world that has been untold,

"Truth bedecks not in princely clothes,

neither does it descend from higher slopes."

Destiny was unfolding itself tonight,

he shuddered as he felt the Cosmic Light.

Like a child he listened ~ aghast...

as his Father's knowledge upon him was cast.

"Truth, my child, is the nakedness of a newly born,

it is the jewel that nature adorns.

There is always a beginning to an end;

The Good and The Bad will ultimately Blend..."

Embittered

Change is Permanent.
More than anyone else, I’ve been a staunch believer of this statement.

But times come when we feel the desire to question our own beliefs; when we need to rethink that which hasn’t been thought of; when things that make sense cease to hold their meaningfulness.
And then there are times we need to question the presence of the less obvious.

I write this because I just realized that changes might take place Externally, Physically or on a Surface plane. But nothing really changes within. The content within, the Emotions, the Metaphysical existence, the Psyche… They don’t change. Even if they do, we don’t call it change. We call it Evolution.

It hasn’t been long since I’ve come into being.
But it feels as though it has been so long ago since I emerged.
Many, while talking about their life’s journey, structure their statements, saying they have walked a long way. But I don’t feel I’ve moved an inch in mine.
As though I’ve been standing on the shore since ages, motionless; while at the same time, feeling and living the touch of the waves of happiness and sorrow that come to kiss me. And I may have stood there for nights and days, from storms to sunny morrows, witnessing the tides and ebbs, but I dare not change.

Time managed to pull the wool over my eyes.
Nothing has changed; neither the hope in my bosom nor the love in my soul.
I don’t feel any different, apart from the revulsion of being cheated.
It feels like an animated pre structured plot, wherein the victim is placed and is made to feel and Believe that he lives in reality. The only difference in him and me is that I feel the truth.
I commiserate with him for not knowing what life really means.
But at the same moment I feel worse for myself for not being able to feel life.
He is happy living in his fake world presuming, This is Reality.
And I can not afford to be happy, for I know I don’t belong here. Yet somehow, the only way I can bring home some peace is when I tell myself that I am safe here. No matter how absurd it may sound I need to learn how to make excuses, and how to accustom myself in here.

I know not since when. But I have been Existing…
I know not why. But I Stay…
I know not for how long. But I will Remain…

Refocusing our Beliefs

“Once upon a time, people in India, used to go on a pilgrimage to prove their devotion. Today, if you are a devotee, you just call a number and the gods descend on your house on a pilgrimage – for a price of course! If you got no time to go upon a Pilgrimage, its not a problem; Pay Rs 10,000 and the idol of your lord will visit your home for an hour.” This is how an article, ‘Dial a Deity’ read in Saturday’s local newspaper.

It is astonishing while at the same time funny to reassess the extent of human reach. This speaks of how man has evolved in becoming the Father of God, for he has attained a fairly greater amount of power and prestige than God once possessed.

We believe that the generations to come will show a declining interest in their belief for god, but who wouldn’t? Who would believe in pseudo religion? Isn’t it enough that we keep our faiths to ourselves? Is Money so important? Can it buy your Divinity or Sanity? Religion is turning into a Big Hoax, and those who aren’t a part of it are being looked down upon. I don’t blame them, as I too am now, one of them.

I personally would rather be called an atheist than lose the dimension of my beliefs for my Supernatural. I don’t believe in Temples, books or idols… I don’t remember any prayers I learnt as a child… I don’t want to. As I feel disgusted. I feel shallow, for I look at him with ‘their’ eyes. And they look at him not with love, but with craving, craving for more, for betterment of themselves and their lives, craving for more power, money and success… Their hunger is insatiable. And the very fact that I am a part of them, disgusts me.

I can’t meet his eyes. I can’t stand before him. But all I do is still alone in the darkest corner of my room and think about him. I thank him for all that he has done, and apologias to him for all those times, man thinks of conquering him. And while I sit in that dark corner, I find his light burning within me. I do feel his soft touch against my skin. I feel his voiceless words pouring in. I love him, and I’ve never told him. But he knows. And I think he loves me too, despite of my shallowness, despite of the greed of my fellow men, despite of everything evil I’ve done. He loves me.

Dear Love

Dear Love,


How deeper can I drown, in the clouds that rise with the mist, travelling towards the Pearly Gates?

What would you do, when one day all of your senses indulge in the mystic aura of the Omnipresent; with such a level of devotion that the presence seems more alive than reality?

I am so tired... I am so exhausted... trying to keep my eyes closed to your image; trying to ignore the faint whispers of your voice; trying not to show how much I'd love to love you.
I dont wish to run away from you anymore, as the more I try, the more you pull me closer.

Imagine being stranded in the midst of an ocean... It surrounds you as well as your existance. Even if you close your eyes to the reality, you still are stuck in the midst of it... It is at the mercy of the grand ocean that you survive. Or it would have gulped you down long time back.

My affections and feelings so unconditional and pure; Yet you hold my breath when i wish to voice them out. There is no one i wish to speak to about them, but you. Still you look away, acting obfuscate about their chastity.

Thus i stand here today, my pensive mind has come to this conclusion, and i shall take it up as a vow. I shall dig a grave and bury this lunatic in the darkest corner of my soul. And i shall seal it with a Silent Kiss. And on the epitaph, may it be encarved - "Her mortal existance although Obscure; left behind her immortal epic of Devotion, that shall echo in the resonance of his silence."

So wild are the fumes rising from the flames of my Burning Love. And i am so sure, its not just an Emotion. It is the very reason why I smile, why I write or sketch, the reason for why I live.

My Love, your scent, that smells like Hope, surrounds me.
Love, surrounds me; and is extending slowly to embrace all that shall be.

The Architect of the Cosmos

The day i was born
A tiny pink soul,
He witnessed my squeals;
He witnessed my tears;
And at times witnessed
When i fell to
My soft little paws...

Yet, he did nothing
But was
Waiting and Watching.

I grew into a Child,
Unaware of the World
He heard my tricycles tring-g-ling;
He heard my heart sing;
And at times heard me Sob
When i fell short of
Enough love...

Yet he did nothing
But was
Waiting and Watching.

The child grew into a Rebel,
Grounded by the Evil's air.
He saw me rip away my Innocence;
He saw me as a maniac riding storms;
And at times he saw me
Confused with the insanity
In search of my True Self...

Yet he did nothing
But was
Waiting and Watching.

The rebel turned to a Lover,
Blinded by Untamed Ardor.
He felt my heart flourish with Passion;
He felt my desire to savour Devotion ;
And at times he felt
My helpless efforts
To veil my Affection...

Yet he did nothing
But was
Waiting and Watching.

The Lover is now a Philosopher,
Hidden under the Poetic Disguise.
He stands across, on the other side;
He stands holding the Wand of Light;
And he still stands motionless
When i crawl up to his feet
pleading him to Embrace me...

Yet he does nothing.
But is
Waiting and Watching.