KITAAB

Ek dukaan, dukaan kitaab ki.

Kitaabein kayi, kuch kahaaniyon ki.

Kahaaniyan ankhahee, kisi ke khwaab ki.

Ek khwaab, yaad kisi ki.

Kisi ki chaahat, ladaai kisi ki.

Aazaadi kisi ki, maut kisi ki.

Shanti kisi ki, sachayi kisi ki.

Ek dukaan, dukaan kitaab ki.

Kshetr ek, Lekhak kayi.

Syaahee ek, pal the kayi.

Lafz unke, aawaaz thi meri.

Anubhav unka, pariksha thi meri.

Chaai saath mein, kuch biscuit bhi.

Raatein kayi, par saath nhi.

Vichaar kayi, dhaarna kayi.

Ek kitaab, kitaab uss dukaan ki…

 

 

 

 

The Magical Cave

“With a bunch of friends I joined one of the martial art camps, which were organised on a monthly basis, under the guidance of the renowned Shaolin warier monk. This time it was held on one of the islands of Maldives. The mythological story of the island goes with the rumours of a magical cave where the Goddess resides.

Fortunately, our guide informed that it is not just a rumour, instead the cave is truly magical and legendary in its own ways. We accepted our present opportunity and decided to visit that cave. The cave was considered to be a holy place, and is opened with the help of a Mantra. Entering into it, we found the blessed stone through which the Goddess arrives, and takes away the spirit of that human who devotes its soul to the Goddess.

Hearing this story changed something in me. Something I was unaware of. But since we came back from the cave, I had an unusual feeling about myself. While preparing ourselves for getting started with the training part, I just wanted to flow in the moment and be with just my self. I closed my eyes, with motion i meditated and it took a form of dance which I lived as of those moments.

After I opened my eyes, I saw one of my friends in tears. She had the realisation of her deepest truth, from which she was escaping so far. And this was a hint for me, this was time to be the eye witness of that power which is bigger than all. I mentioned to my another friend to inform my family members and my partner about how much I love them and left.

I walked back into that magical cave & this time it opened without any Mantra. As if, I was supposed to be there in that moment.

I entered the cave, walked through and found the stone of Goddess. While closing my eyes I wished to be taken away, I prayed with all my devotion to leave my body and just be the spirit in my truest form. The stone of Goddess shined bright and brighter, I was witnessing the power I have never met before. And with steps I walked in to that light….I walked into that light…. “

BE

Be the ray of hope you were seeking for,

Be the faith you were searching for,

Be the light you were looking for,

Be the flower you were nurturing for,

Be the love you were looking for,

Be the feeling you were desiring for,

Be the hope you were holding on,

Be the essence you were caring for…

 

 

 

THE CHOICE

Life has it’s own way of dealing you. It hits you hard on your face when you try to escape it. The more you will try, the harder it will hit. Many people have options to choose for themselves and many don’t. Many don’t ever recognize what opportunities time has brought for them. And many forget to exult for what they have with them.

This unwanting episode in their lives when gains importance, they fall short to hold it’s worth. As once it was their own but with time it goes through several editions and now its completely unrecognizable.

But the beauty is, those with love may still have their chances to touch its worth and embrace themselves. All one has to do is make a choice. Prioritize.

So, are you prepared for this? Fear of change, discomforting thoughts and uneasy start. These will leave you perplexed. But that’s fine, it’s how life is. If you don’t want life to hit you hard, then you have to hit life harder. Yep, that’s the rule my friend. All these fears will fade away gradually so fear is just an illusion.

The important point to ponder upon before making a choice is, “Are you ready to pay the opportunity cost for your choice?”. Think wisely. Think more than twice.

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REDEMPTION

With the flow I breathe,
the touch of breeze I feel.

Like leaf on the water I float,
dead or alive in the moment I abode.

From sleep I awake in dream,
as the water falls I feel retreat.

The dark in me sinks,
as the twilight with moon sings.

Lost was the love I found,
the soul was wounded yet it uplift as cloud.

Following the journey I discovered the path,
light is not out there, but inside my heart.

Poured to purge, I redeem from shots,
once I liberate from my own thoughts.

Memories of Haven

The world has its ways,
In the manner it tends to behave.
Lasting for ever does not stay,
Since the parts of you can stray.

How you see the self is the answer here,
The world lies inside or out has to be clear.
The search for wholeness never gets a stop,
Unless you find what you’re capable of.

Striking with the courage,
You deal with the reality.
Yet the realm of perceptions,
May vandalise with anticipations.

The voice of self is hitherto around,
Because the soul knows no bounds.
Being born is a process of infinite recursion,
Open the eyes wide and sense your succession.

The power has bestowed now,
The light with the night is nowed.
So the glimpses of fear will fade,
And memories of haven will stay.

THE WIND…has it all

The wind has the stories,

untold and unsaid.

The wind carries the words,

unspoken and unheard.

The wind spreads warmth,

unknown and disappear.

The wind has causes,

decyphered and embraced.

The wind has history,

war and peace.

The wind has message,

continue and flow.

 

The wind surrounds all,

big and small.

The wind knows dreams,

unshared and mean.

The wind knows truth,

translucent and interwine.

The wind has strength,

heal and shine….