Sparks of Dying Ember…

Black Tree at Night Time

As the spark of oneness diminished,

The void seemed infinite,

The loneliness left him famished,

He craved warmth in the cold night…

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As the rays of love dissolved,

The comfort he longed for shackled,

The sadness filled him with grief,

The sorrow left him feeling stiff…

Brown Bear Plush Toy on Stone

The distance he felt was not physical,

It was a longing to bridge the gap,

This whole relationship he has placed on a pedestal,

It was all just a big mishap…

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Tears streamed down his cheeks,

He stared into the darkness unbound,

Looking astray and he never found that which he seeks,

He never felt so tied or so bound…

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After giving in for so very long,

This dependency filled his life with agony,

The love and space he gave others he met along,

Yet he lacked the sweetness of love and honey…

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Surrendering an entire life time for one person,

Experiences of regret and lack left him feeling bitter,

Was this all worth those few moments of fun?

So vulnerable and innocent, he cried as he thought about her…

Red and Orange Fire

He recollected every moment he spent by her side,

As he stared at the last flame burn with a sudden burst,

His heart cringed as the tears he couldn’t cry choked him,

Soulfully wishing for what could have been,

If only he knew those weren’t the fires of agony but just tiny reminisces of undying love from the sparks of the dying ember…. 

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My Tryst with the Wandering Mystic

My tryst with the wandering Mystic.

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A few years ago, I was watching the documentary on Osho’s life story titled – ‘The rebellious flower’. It was a revolutionary movie and it left me wondering about the many abstract concepts of the movie. However, there was one character who had my heart, it was Magga Baba, and there was some magic to him which was very enchanting. I was very intrigued by this character and thought deeply about him. He was a fakir, a man of no words. He only laughed. Anything and everything made him laugh, his response to everything was a laugh. People thought he was insane but he wasn’t. He was flowing in the waves of ecstasy which made him like this. He was so joyful, his joy was infectious. I wondered if ever in my life I would meet someone like this. It would be such an intriguing experience. The thought stuck on for a few days, it went on for a few more months and then it left me estranged and in wonder, Vismaya about the strange ways of life and when my time to meet such an evolved soul would come…

Fast forwarding to a few months ago, I had become a part of the small Satsang team of a well-renowned organisation which had centres around the world. My relationship with music had been one of love and hate. Wherein I loved music for the experiences it could give me, but the technical knowledge of the music was what scared me honestly. I was always in awe of its depth and at the same time I ran away from the idea of this depth being tangible. When I felt sad, I could sing and express myself, when I was happy I could express myself through music. For me music was my expression… coming back to the present day scenario. I saw a message on my phone, it was a flier. It announced a grand musical evening with a singer from the ashram.

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When I looked at his photo, for the first time there was some familiarity. This man had the vibes of Magga Baba. Just looking at the way he had kept himself, for the picture. His hair in lock (Jatas) and his face serene, yet serious. I was looking forward to attending this Satsang. For some reason there was a pull. I wanted to go. So we went. My family and I went together. He was a bit late, until he arrived we sang a few bhajans. I had closed my eyes and as I was singing, I felt the presence. I opened my eyes, and I saw a pair of eyes looking into mine. I continued singing, but it felt like there was so much depth in those eyes, so much love and so much kindness. I felt lost. Taken into the depths of the ocean, to be honest. I just ended my song and remained silent, with my eyes closed… I waited for him to sing…

Then, he continued the Satsang. What an excellent program it was! I enjoyed every second of the evening. When it neared the end I felt so sad. I wanted it to go on forever. After the Satsang ended, I went up to him and took his blessings. He blessed me thrice and once again looked into my eyes and blessed me, as I bent down to touch his feet, in complete reverence and surrender. There was something about him that was very vast and endless. It wasn’t only his music which was so enchanting, it was his very nature, his surrender, his love and finally the way he touched the hearts of all the people in the hall was very soulful. The music was heart touching, soul stirring and at the same time awakening. There was some power in his song. It was as though music was flowing through him and he was flowing through music, when he sang there was a communion of music and his mind. As though there were no two, just one. “Prem Gali ati sakri ta mein do na samaye” – Sant Kabir. The kindness/ karuna and love in his eyes was just overwhelming. When I close my eyes to think back to that moment, I still feel as though I just dived into an ocean… to the unknown depths…unfathomable…

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And, this my friends was my tryst with the wandering mystic. What followed after this was a beautiful journey from bondage to freedom, many travellers on the path and one journey made together, from the start to the finish! Every moment was precious, every minute spent with the wandering mystic was a lifetime, and it was truly a memory etched into the stories that only time would tell…

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Keep waiting for more on my encounters with the wandering Mystic!

Woh – ek safar ankahi…

Woman Crossing on Bridge

Woh baatien jo hum kehte nahi,

Woh Yaadien jo hum bhooltein nahi,

Woh ehsaas jo hum kehte nahi

Woh pal jo hum kabhi wapis jeete nahi…

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Woh gaane jinhe sunkar, hum kho jaatein kahin,

Woh lamhe jo tasveeron mein samaate nahi,

Woh shayari jo sache dard ka izhar karte hai,

Woh kahaniya jo kabhi sach hote nahi…

Woman Holding Ball

Woh phool jiski mehkti khushboo hamesha rahe,

Woh avaz jiski gehrayi, kareeb se kahe,

Woh tanhayi jiski ehasaas, kabhi dhalti nahi,

Woh zindagi ke do pal, jo kash kabhi guzarte hi nahi….

Long Blonde-haired Woman Walks Beside Gutter

Ek purana phasana…

Woman in Yellow Dress Standing on Pink Petaled Flower Field

Humari zindagi ek kahani lekar ayi hai,

Hum sirf abhineta maatr hai,

Ek likhi gayi kahani ko jeene aye hai hum,

Har choti ehsas pehle hi likhi gayi hai,

Har bhaav ki pehle se hi zikr ho chuki hai,

Humari zindagi kya sach mein humari hi hai?

Yah phir hum sirf kuch pehle se likhi gayi kahaniyon ko nibhane aaye hai?

Shayad hume yaha kuch naya banane ke liye nahi bheja tha,

Ek kahani mere ankhon ke saamne janam le rahi hai, uska anubhav lena hai,

Par woh koi naya kissa nahi, bas ek aur purana phasana hai,

Is kirdar ko nibhate nibhate, kya hum humari sachayi ko hi bhool jayenge?

White Dressed Girl Across Black Mountains

Cosmic Embrace

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A distraught daughter,

Looked hither tither,

Searching for her mother,

Her doe-like tear filled eyes depicted fear,

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She looked deep into the sky,

All she saw was a moon,

The stars and a few birds fly,

The cosmos glimmered in a divine swoon,

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Tears welled up blurring her vision,

She cried in confusion,

What was life doing to her ,

She wondered where was her mother,

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A strong embodiment of love and grace,

Blessed with a divine face,

Her mother promised to be by her side,

Forever she would stand beside,

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The daughter surrendered lost,

Saw a shadow near her flicker,

She looked up aghast,

To see her divine mother,

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The one she had cried to meet,

To see her so real,

To see her smile was so sweet,

The feeling was deeply surreal,

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In a moment of silence they stood

Communicating in silence, they understood,

They had met due to divine grace,

Dissolving forever into a cosmic embrace…

Illusions and Emotions

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One day the illusion breaks, what you thought to be true, cease to be anymore…

What you felt was real, is only left in the deepest recess of your mind…

What you experienced, was all in a state of confusion or illusion…

The people you were attached to, moved on to progress in their lives…

You sat there feeling stagnant, waiting for those times to come back…

But everything has changed forever, no one remained the same anymore,

So with the good wishes, blessings and love forever alive in your heart,

Its time for you to move on today…

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The broken illusion beckons to you, as you stand sad and distraught…

The shadows of time, will soon wreck the illusion apart…

All that will remain will be the memories you kept in your heart,

The emotions you expressed and the experiences you sought…

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Very soon you will be free, starting at a new sunset…

The same sun setting, but in another corner of the world…

Making new memories while these sweet memories give you strength,

With gratitude in your heart and everlasting warm smile on your face

As the breeze lightly caresses the soul, wrapping you into a mystic embrace…

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From a bunch of Ellipses to a Full stop. #2

The thing about trauma…

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After a long time of trying to fool yourself into believing that you are a happy go lucky individual without any trauma or suppression in your individual life. Let us take a moment, reflect, introspect and come to terms with what’s happening within us. Life is different from what it seems to be. To be spiritual doesn’t mean to shun the world within your mind, which has suffered at one level. No blame game here. Nobody can be responsible for what your state of mind is or was at one point of time. It’s all your responsibility. The thing about responsibilities is, so long as you take them you should be just fine. It means you have the strength to go through the situation and you chose to take it up. If you have been given them, means you have the capability. But the knack of doing well in such situations, comes from believing in yourself. If you are that person who keeps telling yourself and others that you cannot do something, means that you have to be given another chance. You have to give yourself another chance, nobody else can give you another chance anyways.

Responsibilities are something which reminds you of how strong you are, it makes you the best of yourself. You couldn’t have done better if you chose to take the responsibilities. Yet, often what happens if something else. It makes us weaker. As we run away from responsibilities. Our families constantly tell us, remind us that we are made to be taking responsibility. It’s not that easy. It’s about believing in yourself. The day you believe in yourself, your ability, your capabilities, your strength, your faith in the divine. You should be just fine.

Life was meant to be used in order to be of use to others (Seva), life was given so that you could repay your karmic debts, life happened so that your karmic accounts could be settled. Life is an opportunity for you to learn. So failure, is not the end. It is that stepping stone which is essential. You will learn from it. So just because you couldn’t do something, doesn’t mean you can’t do anything. Your life is not as complicated as you end up making it to be.

You have been in a cocoon always, you could never have been a butterfly, and you would have never learnt how to fly if that cocoon of protection around you wouldn’t have broken off. You would always have been the typical individual. Today was a lesson, tomorrow is an opportunity to start afresh. So take the learning and make the required changes. Fly because you’re not meant to cry… its okay if you lost your warmth and protection, make it your choice not a compulsion.

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If you have been broken, if you have gone through a lot, if life has handed you too much. It’s alright. You have been used to support, it is time to throw away those crutches now. Life is not meant to be wasted like this. I understand that problems keep coming, situations will keep coming. Nothing changes.

Some people understand you some don’t. Period. Everyone will come into your life, play their role and leave. It’s not about faking it in front of these people. It’s about being truthful to yourself. You are a strong individual. You have been through a lot. So think about those people in your life who have always been with you. They have been your strength. They will always be with you.

Responsibility isn’t a physical phenomenon. Doing something for someone isn’t physical. It’s a mental and emotion state. It needs strength. You need to believe in yourself to be able to do it. It’s about being so strong that you can take what life hands you with open arms. If it’s breaking you inside, if it’s wreaking havoc with your inner state of mind, and somewhere you’re fighting it inside, one day it will all come out. It won’t be good that day. You will cry a lot. You will fight a lot. You will break a lot. You will be lost. You will feel alone. You will feel like a failure. Like it’s the end.

But that’s not life. Life is more. You have to learn to come out of this. Some people are fast and some slow. Some people take responsibilities very fast, some never do… its okay to be the latter. But it shouldn’t end like that. Work on yourself. Make yourself stronger. You need to be there for yourself. Start building your inner core. Work on maintaining a balance. You have broken time and again… but we can’t stay broken, we eventually learn to build ourselves…

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Now it’s time to build yourself from scratch, so build yourself the way you want to be. Be grateful that you got another chance and start now…

Take care of yourself, you deserve more, much more is within your hands than you feel, be strong and learn to be happy. Send forgiveness to the situation, give yourself time… time heals everything…

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Musing 20

Often looking at the sky I wonder, what was so vast that you didn’t know where it ended?

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Often looking at the ocean I wondered, what was so unexplored, that you didn’t know its depth,

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Often looking on into the night I wondered, what was so dark, that you would never know where to go,

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Often looking at the flickering lamp I wondered, what was it that burnt itself to light the atmosphere for others…

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Maybe:

The freedom we are yet to know is so vast, we do not know where it ends and where it begins either…

The love we are yet to know is so unconditional we have not even touched its surface and we still feel it immensely…

The fear we have within us since forever, is so dark that however much you try to go within it to finish it, you would never reach the end…

The light of wisdom which flows from the Guru is so gracious that it has the power to burn the seeds of Karma and roast it, it also has the power to bring light into the lives of people, who are in the darkness of ignorance, it has the power to change, it has the power to bring peace and love into your lives…