The purpose of life is not in judging others or self for the way we lived, believed and worked...
It is about how the inner self survived and transformed into the present self that exists in this moment...
For, the next moment is definite to bring along a new experience, a new survival, a new happiness, a new self that gets only better for the journey....
Alas the process is not as simple as much as it has been timed.🍀
Walking down the aisle of life,
Coursing through its bliss and strife,
Many souls seemingly cross by each other.
A coincidence or what !... who does really bother?
As it seems.... some appear to be known,
While others seemingly unknown,
A memory of the conscious mind or the soul???
The mind connects with a few, calling them friends.
Whereas, there are others, with whom the mind can never blend.
The synergistic friends
And the antagonistic Foes!
Nevertheless,,, the soul has to bear with them all,
Cocooned and camouflaged within the materialistic shawl.
Its journey so far to reach its destiny
Is Guided by both the synergist and the antagonist.
The un-mindful soul exists in the body as if it were its haven!....?
While the mindful body gets entangled,
Into the materialistic world, it gets embroiled,
Timely experiencing hell and heaven.
These momentary hell and heaven
thus created by the mindful thoughts of emotion
arising due to the mindful actions of a friend and a foe
who/that play the instrumental role
work only to propel the soul.
The soul is rubbed,
The soul is scrubbed
By the friend's caress of affection
And also by the clashes of ego
With the materially obvious Foe....
Bit by bit as it gets detached from them both,
It only travels ahead.
The harder scour making the journey smoother
The Foe indeed being the Friend much needed to journey faster
As one, the soul and the mind course the azure of life
Questioning the existence
Judging the perseverance
Clearing the conscience
Finally once the soul is burnished enough and polished,
The body realizes and accepts its anchorage
Though once believed, it was never the harborage
For it was always the refugee existing under the Soul's haven.
And even when it ceases to exist....
the soul, into eternity, would always persist.
The truth of life is that it moves on....
And what's Beautiful about it is that...... it never leaves anyone behind...
The Breath of Life is never to Recede,
Our Acceptance never accepts Defeat,
The Breath and Moisture of the Evergreen forest is retained by its Foliage,
Its roots give us all, a beautiful message...
that...
Life is Evergreen!
It is not the perfection in life,
Nor your life in perfection,
It is the love in your eyes
And the happiness in your cries,
that is what makes you smile!
It is not your Success in your stories
Nor the story of your success,
It is the number of trials after failure
And the will to Endure
that is what makes you smile!
It is not the best of people around
Nor the people around who are best,
It is the Uniqueness of human emotions,
the care, the hugs, the snarl and rejections
that is what makes you smile!
All those imperfect perfections
Right from the start
that made you mature by thought
Though You may have realized of late
That is what makes you smile,
Right from your Heart.
Right from the inception of life, man pursues constantly be it consciously or subconsciously on the path of learning with an endeavor of knowledge. he learns from all that he perceives by means of the earthly gifted senses and also learns from everything, everyone and self.. he learns from the evident as well as the discrete teachers, the loved teachers as well as the disliked, the good teachers as well as the ugly...finally he duels with the master and the pupil within self...
The pursuit and the process continue...
Happy teacher's day !!!
Collaged in memory
A beautiful painting of the memoirs
All the moments of revisit
Captured in those eyes
Turned into glistening reflections
so tender and so pure
The potential stability longs to establish its presence
By scattering itself into Dynamism
The dynamic energy craves to maintain its essence
By composing itself into the Potentialism
The duel of the reflections begins with the aim of achieving dominance.
Yet the two get engaged forever till they restore the life balance.
I wished to change the past
Alas! It did not last
I wished to shape the future
Alas! I did not have it either
All I had was the moment
of the Present...
So, I wished to acknowledge my presence
but the moments were constantly changing their grammar tense
oh!!! the momentary confusion was really intense
That made me question my persistence
about my existence
so, I laughed at self
and told myself
Not to feel breathless
Because only the breath is endless😄
Is there and difference between You and Me
Is the difference what the eye can see
Am I really what you can perceive
Or is there an invisible me behind me
What you can see is vanquish-able
To vanquish the invisible is impossible
As the material body is born to change
But the eternal breath is not born to change
It exists from times unknown
To exist for ever with its forms un-shown
The child in the street corner
Is no different from yours
The man shivering in the hut
Is no different from you
Their tummies may touch their spine
Their faces may be sunken
Your belly may be filled with wine
You may be a lord of a dozen
They can no doubt be called economically poor
You are no doubt financially rich
Your mansion may be full of treasure
Your living could be nothing but a pleasure
But,
All these riches are what you have
And not what you are
And make you no different from what they are
As their dry lips can also smile
Just the way you do
Their blood is still the colour red
The same colour when you bleed
unless your blood is blue.
A child being reared in his mother's lap
While another lying half dressed on the floor
A child cuddles into cushions
And the other sleeping on hard core
Hear the cries of a child under the roof
While another silently weeps
Maybe just outside your door
Just look around
They both are true
They both are innocent
Their tears are for the same reason
Yet the world sees a difference that grows more and more
A eleven year old plays with a colourful stick
His only beautiful magic wand
Another carries a crown of brick
On his small head
The boy down the street can buy a pencil and a book
While the boy in the book shop who keeps the book
Can only gaze and look
A girl in the pink robe
Owns a pretty Barbie
While another, maybe younger
Sells the same for a penny
Their eyes also want to dream
Their heart is a clear as the stream
Their lips also smile the same way
Yet the world sees a difference
That grows more and more
The Rainbow Festival Or The festival of Colours
Yes, The famous Indian festival Holi... is the festival of Colours... I'd like to call it the 'Rainbow festival'
Just like the many festivals celebrated in India, Holi too has cultural, mythological as well as a spiritual Significance. White is considered as the symbol of purity. THE WHITE LIGHT BREAKS UP INTO A SPECTRUM OF WAVELENGTHS OR RATHER PUT IT THIS WAY... IT IS A COMBINATION OF MANY VARIED COLOURS EACH WITH ITS OWN WAVELENGTH AND FREQUENCY..... JUST LIKE THE HUMAN BEINGS, THEIR EMOTIONS, THEIR LIFE SITUATIONS AND RELATIONS.
Holi is yet another indian festival of harvest and colours. The harvesting in different regions of india occurs at different time phases of year..due to the regionally differing indian climate. Holi marks the end of winter almost completely in North India. Indians joyfully celebrate with colours such that the day appears to be painted with a rainbow of colours.
Why play with colours? .... The play with colours is a mere significance that has been long lost... the colours signify the different phases and emotions of life and man. Playing and enjoying the colours on Holi signifies that one must accept, balance and enjoy all the colours of life equally... It has a more spiritual significance which is- balance of life is more important than enjoying the more merrier phases or colours of life. Life is a bundle, a package and a colourful rainbow. Each colour gives significance to the other and each shade does the same, without either, neither of the various colours have any existence or meaning. It symbolises that the one who joyfully accepts and embraces the various moments of life without resisting, is the one who truly lives or exists. it is the victory of happiness and bliss over the evils of sorrow and sadness.
In the olden times more natural colours were used but with advancing age of chemicals and techology man has tended more for artificial means of making not just colours but many more things.
Colours, so many with shades so varied,
To chose just one is a difficult task indeed!
To Colour any of your day,
Be it ordinary or a special day.
I would say,
Chose not just one
But all the shades that glitter under the sun.
Though some may be dark and others sober,
Though each one is different from the other...
yet the balance all together.
Just like a Beautiful RAINBOW
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