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“Silence” Even your madness will seem incomplete in front of it. You can judge it as much as you want, resent it, even hate it, but it will not react. It’s most profound aspect. Hurl more ugly words at it, it can take it. You can’t tear it or burn it. It will seem the same as when before the storm and it will be so after its passing. You can stab it with words and noise but it will never respond with violence, even though it might provoke that in you, but not from an intent of manipulation, but to empty you out of it, so you can have space...to feel...to breath. Hate doesn’t dilute itself but the life it’s expressed through. You can throw all that into it and it’ll channel it. Eventually... you will be reminded of this loss in you. A lullaby will come to surface. losses of love, stories unheard, breeze locked up. You’d exhale...maybe a tear drop will become part of the rain. The tyranny of ego will be breached because you purged all anger. In that moment you will become part of this being. words will be relieved of their work, broken one’s being healed. The temporal is the instrument but what is an instrument without a Song. But then what is a song, without the Silence. Abhi https://www.instagram.com/p/CDRffLuFxyq/?igshid=qg74t0tvvqlf

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“Becoming” Indra hovered like a speck of fire, lonely, burning against the veneer of the great red sky. Underneath him stretched for miles, lay the dessert of the bones of ancient Gods & Demons. Was he the one dreaming or being dreamt by the dream ? A voice radiated from the red sky. How will you separate these Indra ? Can you perceive which grain belongs to a God and which to a Demon ? The power emanated from the voice shuddered Indra’s heart. “Can you Separate who’s who from this mangled mess ? mould them back into an army ? Crush the demons again ? Indra was burning, even though he was fire, his entire being was blistered, but he kept his heart still on the voice. “I can’t separate them” his remorse spoke. We were brothers once, the beings of light and darkness. The wars divided us away from each other. We tore the balance, Mother, we shredded the bond mercilessly. Why did we fight ? I don’t even know anymore ? We inflicted an eternal war over the realms. If the Gods cannot stop the wars then how can humans ? Hate has devoured all remembrance of love. He looked up at the furious fire closing on him. “ I give myself to you Oh ! great fire.” From fire comes heat, from heat comes water, from water comes Earth, from her comes love. Indra wept and it rained on the grated and restless bones of the ancient beings. The water rushing down heaved with the desert, an ocean was formed, the spirits revoked but not as Gods & Demons, but as the children of Medhini. Earth of the old. Her words rose again, “Indra my son, be the healer over a parched heart burning from the fire of malice and hate” Be the Rain my son. In which the seeds will thrive, and in whose torrents the seekers will be tested. Then with his own hands he plucked his heart, the flame and like a flower offered it to the great red sky. He saw her, the one beyond time. The Great dark one, in whom each rain drop was an entire galaxy, he saw her glimpse. He could feel the rain now on his blisters. He could feel loved. That which, he was... ...Becoming. Story : Abhi - - - - #kali#purna#love#ancientstories#reimagined#i stadaily#instaart#abhiart https://www.instagram.com/p/CBVTgemlAiX/?igshid=1hzrao19p947x

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"The Great Dark One” Indra heart anchored in retribution now yearned to understand, what it meant to be a God of Rain ? What was this realm ? untainted by light, Interlocked Celestial sounds, like heavy cosmic storms drummed inside Indra's heart. To contain so much weather inside one's body was not easy, he could feel his veins bursting but he was tempted, what power such energy may wield, Indra thought. He wanted to Mark this world by slashes of light, enslave it, even though he was nothing but a mere visitor here. So he crafted the most extraordinary thunderbolt and launched it over the innocent sounds which were silently humming. ...but nothing happened, the weapon dissipated and was rendered useless. As if a greater power drank it and saved the sounds. "Something so cataclysmic didn't work in this realm, what is this place ?" Then he saw the great dark one appear, the magnitude of the vision was so great that Indra exploded into a thousand pieces. "What you want to inflict on others, gets inflicted onto you in this realm. Indra, chose to remain as mist, dark flecks floating around in the peaceful oblivion. He saw the sounds, like great beings of this realm, coming towards him. What he wanted to destroy for no reason was now healing him, bringing him back. Oh, empathetic darkness, he said. " I don't want this power” Then in the mind's eye of the great mother, he saw a glimpse of a world which was beautiful like no other. He saw himself become rain and enveloping the entirety of this resplendent planet. He had become rain, finally. Each rain drop, carrying the yearning Indra. From nothingness we emerge and into nothingness we may merge. Love over power. Rain over discord. Equanimity over self. With that Indra's being disappeared, and woke into a new realm… Story : Abhi - - - - #instadaily#instacomics#comics#stories#instastories#fables#future#cosmic#yogic#poet#abhiart#storyteller#abhisheksingh#comicbooks#sketchesoninstagram#mothernature#animals#inkguid#ink#watercolor#watercolour#abhisheksingh#abhiart#instaesrth#earth#conceptart#scifi#scifiart#scififantasy https://www.instagram.com/p/CBnob8dlfyj/?igshid=6w6bgpjdahyw

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You’ll stagger, lose your way, we all do, but remember son to never give up. Embrace the storms, as they shall whisper a lesson far greater then the trial itself. Be always kind son, for the way I hold you today, humility will when i'm gone. #fathersday - - - - - #instadaily#instacomics#comics#stories#instastories#fables#future#cosmic#yogic#poet#abhiart#storyteller#abhisheksingh#comicbooks#sketchesoninstagram#mothernature#animals#inkguid#ink#watercolor#watercolour#abhisheksingh#abhiart#instaesrth#earth#conceptart#scifi#scifiart#scififantasy#fathersday#happyfathersday https://www.instagram.com/p/CBsPhpyl_Bu/?igshid=rdybsftu177d

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" Fourteen Sounds, One Outcast" Shiva would dance to his joy everyday and sage Brihaspati( Jupiter) would keep rhythm. At times shiva would pick up such speed and trance making it very difficult for Brihaspati to keep beat. The sage would lag and drag with his best effort, Shiva would still keep dancing though. That surprised the sage how is he still dancing without any beat? So he asked. Shiva, what are you dancing to ? there is no beat ? he was beyond curious to know the answer. Shiva said: I'm dancing to a beat coming from afar. Shiva had not cared thus far as who was playing so prodigiously but now even his curiosity was piqued. He looked far and saw a tall gaunt man who was dressed in simple attire but had a demeanor of someone celestial. sitting amidst a Sham-shaan (graveyard) he played the percussion so fervently, as his yearning to meet his father, who had long passed away. Shiva said: Ravana my child, come close to me and play in the abode of the Gods. Ravana: I'm not welcomed there I'm a demon. Brihaspati and the other Gods have prohibited me to play there so I make music here, amongst the dead. As they become music itself, bodies becoming energy, through them I had hoped, that my music reached you. Shiva hearing this loving call, embraced Ravana and out of joy danced with all the creatures of the world in his palms. - Fourteen times he played his Maha damaroo ( percussion) as Ravan played the most intense rhythms. Fourteen sounds came out of Shiva's damaroo and were born as fourteen texts of music, and the fourteen notes. other sounds which came could only be audible to animals and sea creatures. Ravan has found his father in the music, and Shiva by welcoming Ravana had dissipated all bias towards who can and who cannot create music. When you play for yourself, you are truly playing it to me...he said to all looking at the miraculous Ravana, the outcast. - - Story: Abhishek ( from the book “Namaha” Amazon link in Bio. Thank you ☀️) - - - - - - #instadaily#instacomics#comics#stories#instastories#fables#future#cosmic#yogic#poet#abhiart#storyteller#abhisheksingh#comicbooks#sketchesoninstagram#watercolour#abhisheksingh#abhiart https://www.instagram.com/p/CB7yT2ugJJX/?igshid=77j3nakjrujg

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Finally added the last part to the forest prayer. I’ll post the full thing tom, with the story. It’s been lovely creating this. The amazon fires had been on my mind. All the forest speaks through HER. - Created with the glimmering, shinning, awesomely talented foundation students of Nid, and all the faculty and seniors who came and imbued more love into this piece. The Earth was invoked in our hearts. https://www.instagram.com/p/B2a7G0_AISe/?igshid=zirescgdawp7

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‪Book Launch, Delhi, Friday, Aug30th. Come by if you’re in the city and meet our special guest the Majestic Banyan Tree 🌳 Will be doing a Live drawing, also, sketches in the copies on the house:) Plz RSVP art@ojasart.com So we will keep a seat, you can bring your copies too. ‬Thank You ☀️ ‪With @wonderhousebooks & @ojasart - - - - - #storybook#abhiart#abhisheksingh#namaha#namahastories#mythology#earth#shiva #instadaily#instacomics#comics#stories#instastories#fables#future#cosmic#yogic#poet https://www.instagram.com/p/B1n1xanAozU/?igshid=1lao8ob4hx3mk

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“Namaha- Stories from the land of Gods & Goddesses” - Amazon it 🙌 - Thank you everyone for such a heart felt reception. I’m in Leh right now, in the land of ephemeral beings and as much there’s jubilation, there’s also some restraint as the communication in Kashmir is slowly opening up. We are waiting for the vegetable trucks to arrive. I thought I wouldn’t Announce this book till things get easy but then like a child fated to born in the middle of a battlefield, it decided its own course and here it is. Ten long years of toil and grace finally being put back into the currents of the world. Thank you everyone who ordered it, for those who are to yet, please do, we’ve kept it for a super easy price on Pre-Orders. More things I’ll share about the book as the week progresses. - Immensely Grateful to all of you. - - - With @wonderhousebooks & our team who poured their hearts to make this, we believe heart has a way.🙏🌸☀️ https://www.instagram.com/p/B05tP8Qgtil/?igshid=ksesbs8mepsw

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NAMAHA - Stories from the Land of Gods & Goddesses. The book is OUT!!! The link to Pre-Order is in my Bio, or just type the title into Amazon, (.in & .com both) and there’s a 30% discount making it mere 699Rs, for this labour of Love. - I have tears in my eyes, After ten years of wait, amidst all the ongoing commotion, a child is born in the battlefield. Finally the book is out, it was a dream to have a book out in India against all odds, everything has its time, the seeker must let go of all expectations, hence, “NAMAHA” - Would be possible without some Awesome people, a big post coming right after this. - Huge Thank You to all of you for your Love & Support. - With @wonderhousebooks - Thanks to Book Designer, Rachita Rakyan, Edits, Charu Agrawal, to entire Wonderhouse team Gaurav, Prashant, Suzena, Neerja, Yuvraj, Tausif, Kshitish & many more, Special Thanks to @ojasart Anubhav Nath, the entire team, To all friends, family and familiar strangers who supported the hell out 🙏 - - - - #instadaily#instacomics#comics#stories#instastories#fables#future#cosmic#yogic#poet#abhiart#storyteller#sketchesoninstagram#mothernature#animals#inkguid#ink#watercolor#watercolour#abhisheksingh#namaha#namahastories https://www.instagram.com/p/B03b-H_gTpC/?igshid=1vee83fh35bso

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"The Golden Womb - Garbodakshya" - From the golden womb were birthed the Gods, but they had no memories from before their births. They secretly craved to know and decided to locate it. However there was one problem. They couldn't find the womb, so instead they decided to locate its "Memory." After an arduous journey through the crevasses of time they arrived. Draped in planetary sounds and light of many nebulas, the "memory of the womb" stood looking at the gods benevolently. It exuded an azure like light from it's "gyana kshetra" (center of knowing) and sent a message rippling across the minds of the Gods, aligning them. The Gods had come looking for an answer but were now arrested by a bigger realization. They each were the origins of life, "garbodakshya's" in their own right. The vision showed them, the many universes they had birthed. The many colored Gods came into a unison. Each representing an eco-system of the Earth, the wind currents (Maruts) the ocean currents ( Vasus) the rays of the sun (Adityas) and many other. They became the Golden womb it once was, they became the beginning for a moment. Sometimes, the creator may remind us through the journey we take to know simply the things we already know, but in that reminder it may invoke in us, a greater truth. That we all are Garbo-Dakshya's emanating from the golden primal womb of the Mother. We all represent a role in the ecosystem of life. We are mothers, fathers, sons and daughters. That we are alive and that this planet speaks through every pore of our existence. Only if we must remind ourself of how the eternal exists in every leaf around us. In every little moment there's a window to gaze into the golden womb, kept open only with great humility and gratitude. That's why the Gods in their Ego often lose their heavenly abode while the illuminated ones live in the forest knowing that's where true light of knowing lives and thrives. That's where she is, that's where we all should be. - Salutation to the all Mother Adi-Grabodeveshvari" Story : Abhi - - - - #instastory#instastories#goddess#adishakti#nature https://www.instagram.com/p/BwHT0JRhSJA/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1dnvoknxhp5bi

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"The narrow passage" - - "Anityam asukham lokam" What is this world ? - We do not know when it started and when will it end. But we do know that every moment it changes. - This constant change destabilizes our notions of permanence and that displacement becomes the root cause of our misery. - Every experience is a universal event. - Then how come we have no awareness of it ? - Because our minds are tethered to a bodily locality and the mind egoistically mistakes this bodily locality as the "Entire" reality. - Making "our" problems the biggest of all, unaware that everyone else is going through their own tribulations. - And even though there is an entire universe inside each cell. We cannot sense it unless we understand the mind and it's movements. - As the wise say - Narrow is the passage to the eternal. - You cannot take your baggage there. - You cannot take your body. - You cannot even take your mind. - Because the bias, the discriminations, the lovelessness is not welcome in such an abode. - The one who realizes this, lives with great compassion and kindness in this impermanent world. - Tell me the nature of the mind Oh!! Blue one ? - The resounding voice continued as if it was emanating from within the one upholding the lotus. - - Story : Abhi - - ( this is a small exploration towards a final painting) - - - https://www.instagram.com/p/BtnBZJ8hefy/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1kje7ntcatob6

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"MahaShivRatri" - He gave away his immense tapa, the universe within and outside began anew. Creation danced and invoked the dazzling one. A confluence in eternity was born in everyone's heart who heard it's yearning. - The dance of creation had sent out ripples across the new universe. - Forming the dense atmosphere, tectonic forces ardently sculpted the myriad earthly forms. - The sun was born and took to it's elliptical path, the energy which moved it, was everywhere now. - What would become of this energy in the coming time Oh Adinath ? asked Parvati still in his embrace. - "When the energy is not misused by arrogance, conflict, violence, vanity, then it will start to apprehend the true source of its being, it will rise up to illuminate the sun itself. Celebrating the union of pure energy with pure Love." - When humanity will meet the sun within, it's then the "Kundalini" will truly be awakened. - It will not be just flashes of colors, or rings of power, or any magical substance or astral dimentions seekers would confuse it with. - This energy will be removed from the emotion of malice, destruction and indulgent habits, devoted completely towards compassion and harmony. - it will rise up to the mind's eye and will make humanity see the oneness in all beings. - with that Shiva saw that Parvati bloomed with immense light. Her forehead glimmered with rainbows, as she perched the moon over Shankara. - Right then the cosmic Sahastra erupted with reverence and all the yearning became Love. - Story : Abhi. - - - - - #instadaily#instacomics#comics#stories#instastories#fables#future#cosmic#yogic#poet#abhiart#storyteller#abhisheksingh#comicbooks#sketchesoninstagram#mothernature#animals#inkguid#ink#watercolor#watercolour#abhisheksingh#abhiart#sun#lotus#flowers#rain#meditation#yogiclifearts#story#storytimethread https://www.instagram.com/p/BukPe9DhSys/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1dlrliztgry5h

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"Sprinkling a Lullaby" - Eyes closed, head in her lap, a smile just right to stretch out the morning yawn, brimming with all the dappled light, the birds before starting their day sitting along as she tells you the same story the nnnn'th time:) - Which Story you want to hear, the same one, again ? - Yes, same,saaaaamme,...same. - (your voice melting with the fabric of her sari, which still has the fragrance of earth. She just washed all the house dishes with ash. - Why ash ? - (She put some on you too lovingly. You're making faces scaring the birds, they know this play) - It's anti bacterial, trees as cleaning warriors, dancing and marching like the microbial beings, which cleanse the water of mother Ganga. - (Then you role play this microbial hero for a sec, spending all your energy encircling her all the way back to your first demand.) - Okay now, Story. - (The old rattling swing machine, the slow moving fan, the tattered books, the rusty beams from where the sun dried mangoes hang in anticipation. Her astute audience is ready.) - Her loving hand coursing through your hair like a river sprinkling a lullaby, so dreams may grow, so they hold the story firmly. - The same story...new telling. - Your favorite one. By your favorite person. - Today I look at the clouds, raising my heart as a book, reading her from there the same story, as best as I can remember it. - She's listening, it's drizzling. - The crows have gathered, the rust and ash of the city wrinkle the sky, it almost looks like her. - When she left for the clouds I wondered, who'll watch over us ? - I was sad...( I wasn't capable of any other emotion then) - one day the rain brought me her message. - Of course... - The story will. - Not any story...Her Story. - - - Story : Abhi - - - - - - - https://www.instagram.com/p/Bu2Be1lBL9R/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=gogad00eqtbp

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Merry Christmas Everyone May Santa the guardian sprit of Love bring you much Joy. Prayers to those who suffered and still enduring and cannot be in a festive situation. A minute for all those animals and people of earth counting on life to turn around. Light to all. Be kind. Be Love. https://www.instagram.com/p/BrzeoexhGtS/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=2tu7va1h59l0

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" When the Day was Black" - Swipe 👉 - A cursed Yakha asked a little boy fetching the fruit from the tree where he lived. Yaksha: you'll be cursed too, if you eat the fruit of this tree. Boy: looked up, smiled and said, "I know this tree, she's very nice, she was telling me about you the other day." Yaksha: really ? What did she say ? Tree: that you see everything about this tree as an extension of your curse whilst it's not. Yaksha: of course, I reside here, my curse is her's too. Boy offered the fruit to the yaksha, "here eat it" It was the sweetest fruit he had eaten. It wasn't bitter as he had become. Yaksha: I was cursing this tree because I saw hate in myself, while 'tis tree was nothing but kind and caring to me. He understood. Boy: just because one is resentful doesn't mean everything around is so, however it will become so. Let life enter in you, let it thrive, let it take the curse and make it into a cure. The day which seemed black to the Yaksha became resplendent, the black remained but the darkness was gone. - Story : Abhi - - - - https://www.instagram.com/p/BrDBqOgBsG4/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=id3iykf8yo5i

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