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As I stood there looking at the lifeless man who seemed to be in deep slumber on a chilly winter morning, his folks still trying to digest the fact that he's gone once and for all, an air of helplessness and shock sullied the atomosphere. It was heavy, it was sad, it was unbelievable, interestingly it was the most mysterious few minutes of my life.

DEATH

I've been to quite a few funerals in the past. It was an affair of remembrance and obseisance. Nothing more. It was a natural process and probably meant to be, I used to think to myself. I had processed nothing more than that on this phenomenon. Deeply rooted in the physicality of the world and the material success it had to offer, this reality had never hit me.

This time it was like a ton of bricks, it struck hard, it struck parts of me rooted in vanity, rooted in ambition, rooted in funny ideas of success and happiness

A deep sense of nihilism flooded me, over the next few days whilst I should've been rigorously preparing for my final exams, my head was clouded with existential questions

It almost looked like someone had snapped from above and he had just dropped dead

He didn't have to? Did this healthy man know of this impending end?

What about all the identities he had gathered over this lifetime? What about the people and possessions that he called his?

Is he here as they claim, or where is he off too?

Death, made me look silly. All that I had been carrying. All these ideas and notions, the way I think life should be, the things that I glorify, the things that I look down on, I was a dumb shit of  baggage I was carrying and one day I drop it all, it just goes poof into thin air.

It was an intriguing possibility at the same time a hopeless end.

What it did do was strip me off the things I didn't wanna carry, gave me a sense of life than make me a baggage of opinions, ideas and thoughts, where I run my own tapes inside me ( karma - lets talk about it another day ). .It took me on this ride of observing life for what it is rather than what I think it is. Certainly a ride I didn't sign up for, but clearly life had its plans.

The ride, thankfully did not push me to the nihilistic side as I feared, but rather it made me understand why ambition is good, and essential. Essential is a strong word to use in the same line as ambition, let me justify it separately, its a topic for another day.

But the shift was from vain ambition to a more conscious one. The shift was from self-fulfilling desires to more altruistic ones. The shift was from a life purpose that served my self-image to a more inclusive life purpose that had nothing to do with my self- image.

Breaking up

Oh, the typical 22 year old processing heartbreak. What a stupid way to flush your youth down the drain.

I was in shame for having put myself through this, I promised myself I will not be living a typical life ( again vanity, a bit narcissistic too ), that I shouldn't be obsessing over someone but ironically it has been one of the most liberating experiences. A process of shedding and regrowth. A process of finding myself and a sense of completeness within myself.

When it hit me first, I told myself I am not going to sit and sulk in a corner. No, that's not who I am, I resorted. I sort of didn't, that resolve sure played some role but what I did realize was how interwined your thoughts have become with the other person. How this life perfectly complete and capable of breathing and sustaining itself pines for an addition, asks for that extra, feels so incomplete and incapable of living and existing, that it releases painful chemicals to process the whole situation. I am intentionally making it sound so unromantic.

Oh the days following, especially following something without a closure, an abrupt end, puts you in state of trance. And I started with distracting myself. Signed up for a competitive exam, started exploring a new subject, connected with like minded folks. It worked but last did it not.

what really helped was sitting with myself allowing myself to process the waves of emotion, of sadness and anger and helplessness and grief, being straight with myself and talking about it to loved ones.

I wrote about it, and I had to shed parts of myself. I dropped the baggage eventually, I came out cleansed, lighter and stronger. It made me discover something deep within, a source of everlasting completeness. Moving forward, I understood relationships are a complement, a great sense of addition to who you truly are, they can be beautiful when you co-exist just as you are, but if you let them complete you, you will never get to the source buried deep within.

I write. I wrote. About each of these experiences poetically, and more such. It's been cathartic, a release of sorts. But it has also been deeply revealing about the true nature of things. The way life is. Not how I think it is.

the following are expressions of seeking something larger than myself, the deep need to evolve, to be aligned with it and to most importantly break free from the baggage I/we are carrying, the ideas notions and vain ambitions and to simply exist as life and to find your fullest unique expression here on this short ride. I wrote each of them when a specific emotion overpowered me.

I still wonder if I should just keep it under the wraps, but that would not be true to my discovery, our deeply similar earthy existence although riddled with unique expressions, are we not springing up from the same source? With a deep identity of a seeker and nothing else, I had penned these. Each comes with some music i felt resonated with the theme of the expression, you can choose to play it or skip, it wouldn't make any difference

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HIM WITHIN - on finding the source of strength and completeness within, on finding true expression, on persisting, on relishing the journey and accepting with grace what life has to offer.

It was a decorated life

With success aplenty

But fulfillment still a far goal

The focus which success demanded

Had swallowed the little follies of life

Praise innumerous

But a hearty laugh amiss

Empty feeling of fullness

None to share the overflow

When I seemed to have it all

I missed the last strike

When I seemed to lose it all

I caught the last ball

Whether I'm winning or losing

I will walk full stride

As success was never about the destination

But making sure every step of the journey was taken right

To stick to my inner truth

I will stick to it on weary days

When the body is heavy

And the mind clogged

I will light the soul on fire

I will watch the burning flame

I will let His will prevail on those rainy days

I will watch him do the work for me

Like he did on the summer days

I'll let Him dance in me

And secretly cherish the happiness

Knowing I need not a thing

Not a man

Not a pleasure

Not a book

Not a word

Not a melody

Not an exquisite eatable

None of these false earthly promises

Need no solace from the world and beyond

When He is ruling me from within 

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Surrender - On surrendering to this larger intelligence around, on letting consciousness rule over mind matter, on sailing through tough times, on making yourself smaller and this life energy bigger, on a guru's place in one's life

At this feet answers are aplenty

At his feet lay the missing piece to the puzzle

At His feet lies the masterplan

At his feet you find peace and purpose

At his feet you are dipped out of your misery

At this you are washed clean with his grace

At his feet you slowly unravel this mystery

At his feet you discover fame

O, his feet may seem unnecessary

When winds are heading north

When breezy life seems seamless and easy

When a challenge or two arise in a bluemoon and the chances to falter are one in a million

When you make an easy comfortable win

When you mistake life for a happy ride

Its when winds take pace and change direction

And at the flip of a coin, you are sailing upwind

Things don't seem easy but you manage with an unfaltering will

But it turns into a gale and then into a mighty storm

And you search for your forlorn will

Its when things are out of your control

Its when you cannot even adjust the sails

Its when every chance is lost, you yearn for a thin trail

Its when you look up helpless and hopeless

It is when you lay down that crown

You finally bow down

Life with its edgy blows and capricious foes

In the flip of a coin, can alter your destiny

You are but a product of its forces

You are but a speck in its greatness

But there seems to be a secret discovered by the lucky few

Who looked up with regret

Who joined  hands with remorse

Who laid down their crown

For those who bowed down

Strangely found that

Life revealed itself on

SURRENDER. 

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Written in my 12th std while taking French classes at Alliance

LE VERITÉ DANS LA NAIVIVITÉ - truth in the innocence

Sometimes, I wonder how, I wonder how the smallest of things can give the unsought, leaving you in tiny flecks of happiness. How often in this fast paced race do we pause and look behind, smile and acknowledge the journey, take a minute to appreciate those efforts and be grateful for this life. How often do we forget to live? Quite often. When that simple unsophisticated smile becomes the only real magic the world has ever seen. Those twinkling   eyes and the vérité in the naïveté. It was any other Sunday evening with an overdose of French. I frantically seek my teacher's attention, soon we make an eye contact, I mutter 'Au revoir' and step out. The phone rings and dad mutters a sleepy ' hello'. After an ultra- brief conversation, I quickly scan the hallway. I feel alive. Alliance Française was in its usual frenzy, with a bunch of students here and there, chatting away. I feel alive at Alliance. Oh, forget French. I spot a  classmate of mine, put on a quick smile and walk towards her. Half way through,my journey becomes pointless so I hault abruptly and signal her to look behind. Turns, spots her dad, waves back and leaves. I aimlessly towards head to the canteen aimlessly, but this time my journey gains purpose mid way only when my wandering eyes catch the streaming hot noodles being hogged upon. Quite surprised by the way he devoured his noodle meal, I eventually end up sitting with another paper cup of highly diluted noodles. Me and my noodle meal were the only souls seated around the 8 seater diner. Vapours were ceaselessly emerging and he needed some time to compose himself. I decide to give him that. Now, a guy walks in, very carefully holding a carton of paperboat in his hand. He is soon followed by a girl, she carelessly sways the paperboat carton she holds. Sits beside me, with his undivided attention on the carton. She sits facing me and immediately tries opening the carton. She squishes and squeezes the cap and eventually gives up. Poor girl. He opens it pretty effortlessly. He is probably hungry. He put on a bright smile and there went the thing right into his mouth and he certainly relished every drop of it. Watching him devour the juice, she started turing a bit green. She further squished and squeezed but no luck for the poor thing. I had to butt in and show my strength. It was a paper boat aam raas, 6 eyeballs fixed on its cap and one turn. There it goes, she put on million dollar smile nodding in all directions. She got busy. So I turn to look at the fella and he was rolling his eyes at me. I wink. He winks back. I feel pretty. It all starts with a 'hello' and believe me he went yadda yadda yadda with a whole lot of tangled stories about friends, football and I cannot really recall.All I remember is, I couldn't take my eyes off him. Trying to make sense of the tales he told me I sat there wondering  how happy his little world was. He giggles with hands covering his mouth.. He . A lady comes and sits beside him. She certainly looks astonished to hear the things he was telling me.She feels a bit betrayed. She lends her ears, and I pick up my cup noodles and we listen with intent to his uncomprehensible knotty tales. He laughs. We laugh along anyway. I eat my noodle with both eyes fixed on him. For some reason we could not take our eyes off him. The noodle gets over but I keep digging the cup for more noodles. He is relentless. Some time between his silly joke and our giggles my dad arrives. Reality hits, I got to leave now. But I feel like sitting there my whole life, completely oblivious, giggling and laughing my hearts out. He sees my dad and finally stops. He realizes that I'm leaving. I wave at him. He turns sad. Then I smile at my girl relishing the last drops of her aam raas. And pick up my bag, eyes fixed on him, I wave again. 

' Babba, you told her all your stories. Won't you ask for her name?' The lady says. He rolls his eyes.

' What is your name? ', he asks. 

' Aishwarya, and you?'

' Momo'. My perplexed head flashes pictures of white dumplings.

'Pardon?'

'Momo' he repeats. 

Helplessly, I turn to the lady and she repeats,

' Momo' 

Cool. So the dumpling, it is. 

'And you?', seeing that she is finally done with her drink. 

'Irene'.

Pretty. I leave with dad. Those minutes were the happiest I had ever been. I had lived those few moments. They are so underrated. 

Momo is 7. Irene is 5. And the lady is their mom.

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Disclaimer - THis one is on planetary energies. Many may disgaree with me on this and may claim that one shapes his destiny, and there are no such non-sense energies. I was one such person.

What I did discover was they do exist, they impart their influence and we have a bigger intelligence within us to override these influences. We can shape our destiny but at the same we are subject to a higher will, life forces that at times propel you and at the same time pull you back and give you certain tendencies to act and behave a certain way which if we are not conscious can nudge you in certain ways.

Also inspired by some of TRS clips on this topic :P

The Infinite Now - the place of Eternal joy, Contentment and Acceptance of life as is and puts you in touch with the One Principle! 💫

Ippodhu, ippodhil, ippodhil ellame.

The year 2022, as it will go down in my history, as the year when I had experienced bouts of anxiety, a deep sense of melancholy, and an extremely disturbed state of mind amidst a whole life existential crisis triggered by adopting new perceptions to the phenomenon of death and deep sense of emptiness from not living up to the societal expectations from me where instead of being deeply engrossed in "income tax sections and auditing standards" I was reading " Autobiograhy of a Yogi" and "Karma" under the wrapped sheets at 2 a.m. As it was getting too much to handle all at once, and I simply didn't feel myself, and asked the quintessential rhetoric "Why me?" It will all pass it is just a bad planetary phase, they said. I've been conscious enough to ride the planetary waves if not always successfully atleast without a profound impact on my sense of self, if not for all the 22 years but atleast through most of my late teens, but why "NOW" as I mumbled, I developed a deep intrigue for these planets mumbo jumbo.

HUMBLING and nothing less as I searched for answers in this new realm of planets whom I thought resided billion light years away whereas they in fact seemed to live here, in the now, in the air around me and within me. With the air of mysticism slowly descending on me, making me realize that the " space " between you and me is more than just space but some mystical element that has within it infinite energies, information and organizing and disorganizing powers, I went on a rendezvous with the beloved planets

First came the Sun, the

Who believed in living true to one's self and living in honor

Happiness lies in individualism, initiative, growth and grandeur, may you have the will to rise to great heights and be crowned as the King, he bestowed his shiny rays on me

That's what life it all about, he asserted

Then came the Moon,

Happiness lies in familial ties, good food, lovely children, travel and comforts, kindness, compassion and love for one and all

That is what life is all about, she comforted

Then came Mars,

Full of Zeal and energy, ready to act, ready to get things done, ready to jump and start and get going with whatever he set his eyes on, he was competitive and in a hurry all the time

Happiness lies in winning, getting ahead of others, you're literally wasting my time and life is all about activity, you just gotta do, he squealed in enthusiasm

Thats what life is all about, he squealed

Then came Mercury

Happiness lies in change and new experiences, friendships and gossip, communication, companionship, and networking, happiness is all about intelligence and strategizing your way to the goal. It's about changing with the situations

That is what life is all about, he winked

Then came Venus,

Happiness lies in luxuries, in relationships, in beauty and style, in sensual pleasures and aesthetic appearances, happiness is a beautiful marriage and a loving romantic partner whispered Venus

That's what life is all about, she seductively conveyed

Then came Rahu, the north node

Life is all about winning, and being the greatest, life is about having the wealth and the status, its just one life you have to have every experience, forget about the world go get what you want, devour all that you can and live for yourself, you need to have it all, go obsesse about it and you will have it! Happiness is about the material pleasures and wants.

That's what life is all about he roared like a mad lion

Then came the Saturn,

Happiness is in discipline, consistency and living as per virtue

Happiness is about living a life of order and then you will reap the benefits of your work. Life is hard work, but that is what gives you discipline and order

That's what life is all about

Then came Jupiter

Happiness lies in following your gurus, having higher virtues, helping others and living a moral life, happiness comes from living to your highest standards and attaining the greatest wisdom

That's what life is all about, he advised

Then came Ketu,

The real happiness lies in the spiritual and Astral realms. The materialistic world of today knows nothing of true happiness. It lies in meditation and renunciation and in attaining the highest state of moksha.

That's what life is all about, he concluded

Confused by the pull of these forces in different directions and their own ideologies of life and what it actually means, I did a quick life audit of the little life I've lived so far.

I was flabbergasted by what I found.

Everytime something seemed to promise me happiness be it growth, comfort, action, change, pleasure, obsession, order and virtue, morality or even moksha, I've been nothing but a puppet in the pull of these planets and their phases. The inclinations were not "mine". It was as if I had been in denial of a whole universe by itself. I've been pulled and pushed seeking and seeking to make this feeling of happiness last running behind one after the other, in an unconscious haze inside what seemed to be a ceaseless maze.

What's the way out then, do I even have a say? How can I loosen their grip if I atleats can't get rid of these impending impartial influences I asked God, Universe, Consciousness, the Observer, whatever you call it.

Drop it all, I heard.

But what about happiness, I need it. I can't do without it. Where will I get it I ask? What will I do? Who will give it to me? How can I become?

It's here, I heard.

But where?, I ask.

It's here and now, I heard.

But here and now is empty, I ask. It's got nothing. But I want everything.

But this where it is. Try it for yourself

For once; although skeptically

I dropped it all, and stayed and waited on it

Nothing came about, I waited in faith thinking myself as patient

No trace, empty now, empty promise

As I got up and turned

Grumbling, But God,

As I got up and turned, this time around actually dropping it all fully

Dropping a few unconscious things i had gathered on my lap

Something did descend, or rather flowered

A familiar feeling, oh the same one

The one that I'd been chasing, it's descending, oh it's flowering, it's the same feeling

Oh it's right Here, it's empty but it's here.

And for one last time, life whispered,

IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN HERE AND NOW.

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Nothing beyond the source - the trigger is real, the search is real, the journey is real, the suffering is real, the course corrections are real, the ultimate is real, the ultimate is only real - On the search for a presence larger than yourself, On finding a Guru, to take you through this unpredictable terrain. This is one on devotion, the one emotion that will help you sail through any deadly situation. ( inspired partly by personal life experiences and partly by the scenes of the movie "Kantara", the meaning behind Adi Shakaracharya's "Guruvastakam" )

Kaadhalil thedinen

Kaamathil thedinen – Kidaikavillai

Suvaiyil thedinen

Sugathil thedinen – Kidaikavillai

Azhagil thedinen

Arival thedinen - Kedaikavillai

Velai-yil thedinen

Vegamaai thedinen – Kidaikavillai

Porulil thedinen

Padhaviyil thedinen – Kidaikavillai

Pattathil thedinen

Paraattil thedinen – Kidaikkavillai

Garvathil thedinen

Gambeerathil thedinen - Kidaikavillai

Nagaiyil thedinen

Nagaichuvaiyil thedinen - Kidaikavillai

Uravil thedinen

Urakkathil kooda thedinen – Kidaikkavillai

Vettriyil thedinen

Pin Vairagiyam kondu thedinen - Kidaikkavillai

Udavinen Uzhaithen Uyairdhen

Uyarndhu parthum thedinen - Kidaikavillai

Panivil thedinen

Panbil thedinen – Kidaikavillai

Anbil thedinen

Aatharavil thedinen - Kidaikavillai

Aatralil thedinen

Aarvam kondu urjagathil thedinen – Kidaikavillai

Aadinen paadinen

Thulli Kudhithum thedinen - Kidaikavillai

Pasaathil thedinen

Panpaatil thedinen – Kidaikavillai

Kadarkaraiyil thedinen

Kadal thaandi sendru Anniya naatilum thedinen – Kidaikkavillai

Pillaiyil thedinen

Pirai yil kooda thedinen – Kidaikavillai

Malai yeri Vandhu thedinen

Mazhai saralil thedinen – Kidaikkavillai

Kaatril thedinen

Kanmoodi thedinen – Kidaikavillai

Ananthathil thedinen

Aazhmanathil thedinen – Kidaikavillai

Yogathil thedinen thavathil thedinen

Konjam Karaindhen

Ullukulle thirumbinen

Oru Padaalil thedinen

Kalaippal paadhaiyilirundu vilagi

Oru Thinnaiyai Vandhadaidhen

Manam kalangi nindren thinnayin keezh

Iru Padham Kanden

Mudhal murai

Ithu varai Unarndhidadha oor unarvu

Vandhadaindhen

Onrinaindhen……..*play the song above *

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ETERNAL COMPANION

Somtimes things go wrong because they would have gone worse if they had gone right! It’s when things go wrong, we go right!!! Life, in all its beauty, though unrequited, was just meant to be, in retrospect the days of confusion and chaos would have led to the ones with the most clarity. (: - ON Letting go, finding yourself, Shedding parts that don't serve you anymore, on respecting differences.

You were in love with your idea of love

I was in love with my idea of you

I saw possibilities, where you saw practicality

I believed in magic, where you believed in logic

I wanted union, while you wanted companionship

I spewed soul dust, whilst you spewed mind matter

I believed in sticking to choices, you believed in sailing though changes

While I wanted shared values, you wanted shared interests

When I was rigid, you were malleable

When I gave in and became transparent, you turned opaque

I solaced in careful nurture, you were of critical nature

I wanted to break out of my circle, while you wanted to create one

I saw beauty in silence and spaces, whilst you rejoiced in sarcasm and satire

I needed more communion, you needed more communication

I craved to understand your essence, while all you cared for was my presence

While I yearned for silent glances, you preferred daunting debates

While I trusted the feeling, you trusted your thoughts

When I gave up the moment in return for eternity

You gave up eternity in return for the moment

I believed in intentions, you believed in interpretations

While I had built our castle with intangibles, you were busy searching for something tangible

While I had based it on truth, you were too concerned with the façade

I never cared for the outside as much as I did for the inside

You never cared for inside as much as you did for the outside

I was ascetic, you liked aesthetics

I enjoyed serenity and solitude, you enjoyed selfies and sharing

I chose my vibe, you stuck to your tribe

When I closely examined the softness of your heart

You closely examined the slenderness of my body

In our fiery encounter,

You thought it was the deep kiss that quenched my desire

But it was your gentle caress that satiated it all at once

Little did I know

That you were seeking with your mind and I was seeking from my being

Your turned left and I turned right

 In this clash of polarities

In this clash of body, mind, and energy

From two radical realms

When I daringly ventured out of my realm

Compulsively overstepping my consciousness

To reach out to you in your world,

Exploring its limiting depths and dimensions

Getting caught up in pleasures and passions aplenty

Gathering innumerable identifications

Emulating success, radiating pride, seeking glory

With a strong sense of personality

Racing in the madness of the mind

Galvanized by the possibility of our unlikely union

Trapped in the coils of physicality

I lost my frequency

I lost my sense of Self

 In your world, seeing my lack of survival instinct

Clouded by inhibitions from unconsciously picked up identities

Grappling for breath in a place of apparent abundance

Seeing the denial of my entry into the kingdom

Seeing my quest to trace my way back home

The inherent lack of grace and charm that was once unmistakable

Mistaking my lack of belongingness to undeservingness

You left

 But when you turned left ( When you left )

I turned Right ( My life turned right )

With you gone, I grappled my way back to find home

Shunning my unconscious identities and compulsions

I screamed in the pain of ignorance for light

It shone, not all at once but

Softly enough to take the next step

As I made my way back home,

I dropped my accumulations one step at a time

Repossessing my two greatest equipments

Unstrapping the physical imprints, unravelling a machine that once served

Untrapping the mind from identities, unravelling the mirror that once reflected

 As I neared, I dropped everything I had

I could sense that home was not far away

As I stood at the gates of the realm I once shunned

Ironically I was almost nothing, but complete and everything

 With tears of gratitude for my impermanent companion

In the illusory physical realm I was once trapped in

It was homecoming in all its glory

As the gates of the eternal flung open

Blissed out, I reached

My Self,

Merged with Shiva as pure consciousness  

My Eternal Companion

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The Society

It's all a social experiment, they say. But how, I ask only until I become the rat in the experiment. Status games aplenty, how to safely, or rather sanely sail through La Société ? -ON society's vanity metrics. judgements and falling prey and picking yourself up again.

Inspired by personal life experiences and Adi Shankaracharya's Nirvana shatakam!

I stood there naked

Some dazzling drape I observed

They awed at me

But what are you gasping at

I wondered

I stood there thoughtless

I observed a tall trophy approaching

They gasped in astonishment at me for the accomplishment

But what are you clapping for

I wondered

I stood there penniless

Observed a metallic beast parked across the lane

They rolled their eyes yet congratulated

But what are the celebrating

I wondered

I stood there jobless

Observing the logo of the most prestigious brand

They placed me in the clouds and handed me a bouquet

But what are they valuing

I wondered

One day, I stood there by myself

Simply yet, just me

Observing that some fine wind

Blowed In and out of me

Sans permission

Intrigued by this thin air on autopilot

This time as well

Naked, Thoughtless, Penniless, Jobless

Quite the same as before

But this time oh they did come

Interestingly enough

They were amused

Amused at what I observed

They laughed heartily, with a tinge of mockery; they smiled still cheekily

But to often rile

What an intriguing experience I wondered

It seemed like they wanted to belittle and pick at me

But for what I asked

A little curious and largely clueless

They looked down from their kingly seats

And slyly smirked at my lowly ways

A mockingbird yet to be killed

Still deluded by their cunning ways

I look deep into their eyes

Baffling me was two eyeballs

That perceived nothing but emptiness and drought

I saw that they were seeing me standing on a parched land

Deeply shaken by the sight

from their shallow eyes

I sunk on to the grassy meadows I was merrying on

This time, I did wonder hard and deep

But rather looking for myself, at my truth

All I saw was rich and promising fields of yield that was sprouting

With rains aplenty and a flourishing harvest to be waited for

Thanking whatever gods maybe for this bountiful fullness

I retreated back for work at the fields

Waving at them at the other side

Them thinking

I am wallowing in shame

Perceptions aplenty hurled at me

Battling each one

I marched forward with hope and a full heart with faith in the produce

I smiled at the sky for sculpting me with the grit and soothing me with grace

Empty handed still, rather as always,

but not empty hearted

The day arrived

The harvest manifested

As I observed the bounties of harvest

And walked back empty handed

They welcomed me with open arms and building castles of praise in the air

What antics, I thought to myself

That dusky evening

The pattern behind their antics

Finally dawned on me

Gasping at this unbreakable bubble that surrounded us

I deciphered the principles of their ruthlessness

It hit me like a ton of bricks

This epiphany

It was never me, I observed

It has never been me

As I looked at them cheering at me

I decrypted their rather simple code

Smiling this time wisely

I observed that they were in awe, astonishment, celebration, appreciation of

The drapes, trophy, brand, beast

And so finally

I the observer,

entrenched in this Core

Started playing their silly game for what it was

Fully involved but in deep abandon

This time with wisdom and discretion

With them,

The Society.

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the Incorporeal

Whatever aspect of life you take, isn't it all the always the one that escapes the eye that had made all the difference? - Beyond physicality, touching the life within

In a world of manifestations

Prevail ruthless conundrums

Knowledge unwind yet

Insatiable voids

Ceaseless chase

Alluring horizons

Unfair delusions

Ductile goalposts

Obscure trails

Malleable souls

Destined ends

Vanity prevails

In a world of seekers

Lies infinite answers

To unravel this mystery

Seek but where

Highest of the loftiest peaks

Deepest of the ominous seas

Farthest of the daring reaches

Hollow uncaring breaches

A baffling enigma

Tangible, material entities

A balance to strike

Debts overpowering

A deluding entity

A balance to strike

Clouds of doubt

Oceans of uncertainty

A wind of epiphany

Intangibles

Balance struck.

Both aspects now seem

Complete

To strike this balance

To resolve this ruthless conundrum

To solve his mystery

I, the seeker

Had sought, but within

Where lies

The Incorporeal.

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But, be my friend

A wise man once compared his mind to a monkey. Oh! Not just a monkey, but a drunken monkey. And believe me, he thinks his mind is not just a drunken monkey but a drunken monkey bitten by a scorpion! _ On the MIND, a source of joy or misery

I’m you and you are I

But how radically different we are in this mysterious rye

You are wonderous

Yes, I’m blithe

We are helplessly blunderous

We will always endeavour

To sing in perfect unison

This unsung melody

You warn, yet I dare

You protest, well I deny

You comply but I dissipate

You led me once

Misled actually

Into the deep dark woods

I was lost, so were you

I blamed you, but you had warned

And I had yet ventured.

It was nightfall, the woods were dark and deep,

But I had promises to keep

I was afraid and so were you.

Then you took lead,

‘Fret not, we shall surpass’

I heard from you

You had a conversation with

your radical counterpart

Well yes, he was afraid too

His beat raising every passing second

Well, I could hear his beat

Yet you spoke, well I didn’t hear

the conversation that didn’t last long

The result

An unanimous agreement

But what I asked

You both replied

'You can—- A

Ray of sunshine

And arcs on the sky, colourfully

For it had rained the whole night

Maybe because you both complied

It was daylight now

And I felt warm

As the beating thing pumped life into me

I took heart again

And you, you overwhelm me at times

And how much ever I try to harness you

You are relentless

I do wish you would pay heed to me

Fine I let you be yourself

O my mind

But, be my friend.

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A Thank You Note

A wise man once told, "Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift, which is why we call it the present." - ON embracing the past, and on using it to evolve to your higher self, on thanking life for your unique experiences whether nice or nasty

She paced by with a wicked gaze

I lost grasp of her

She left me clueless, stranded, peaceless

She was out of my reach Now

Far behind, somewhere where the sky meets the sea

Leaving behind nothing worthy

A glimpse I yearned for

But gone was she

Leaving me in a mindless, maddening melancholy

I, stuck somewhere called Here

But thoughts of her more gracious and galling

My mind, the foolish soul

Labours hard to perfect

Every memory of ours

You blithering idiot, my mind

But what pleasure it seeks

My mind, dwelling on her

Miserably failing to see

The Enchantress before

With her dubious eyes

And a confident smile

Gazing at the path ahead

But I stood somewhere called Here

In the land of opportunities

Where I had failed to witness

This priceless Present

Unwrapping the worth of the Gone

Turning behind to make peace

As she, the past

With her every laugh, cry and smile

Had left me

As the person

That I am

Now

And all I have for her is

Nothing

But, a thank you note.