Caterpillar to Butterfly- The story revisited

 A caterpillar of innocence, being born in the forest of illusion, being gifted the boon of indulgence, savours all the knowledge that comes along its path.... The glitters of illusion balanced in colour and flavour illude the innocence all the way. Once satiated, yet unaware how to assimilate all that consumed, unable to decipher all the knowledge, the innocence covets for more... Apprehending to share whatever so far it has gained, it slowly cocoons itself, wrapping around itself a sheath of insecurity and enters into the egoistic hibernation... During the hibernation, it continuously battles to process all that it accepted from the illusionary world... for the mere desire of happiness... while the happiness that was, all the while, sitting right within the heart of innocence smiles and humbly asks for its one desire.... 'to be ever blissful without any material condition'... At that very moment, the hibernation ends breaking open the cocoon of insecurity to release the knowledge transformed by the wisdom into a butterfly of happiness and bliss that is beyond all boundaries!

Puporse of Life

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.🍀

Souls of Eternity

 

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.

 Nothing in this world or life is impossible, we just need a perception of the various possibilities and an acceptance of us being included or excluded from those possibilities... that does not question one's capabilities

Beauty of life

 The truth of life is that it moves on....

And what's Beautiful about it is that...... it never leaves anyone behind...

Life is Evergreen

 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!

That is what makes you Smile

 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.

Learning

 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 !!!

Glimpses of Past

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 chakra of energy/karma

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.

Momentary Confusion

 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 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

Is Your Blood Blue

 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.

The Difference

 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

Revisiting Robert Frost's 'The Road not taken'

 

We all grew up reading 'The Road Not Taken' by the famous Poet, Robert Frost, though at the time of learning it most of us really never understood the depth of it.

There were two roads in the woods. Both of them looked fair enough but the poet made a decision to chose one over the other. After a lot of thinking, he took the road that appeared to be better....And yes that lead further to the other roads. Mid-way he felt whether he should go back to take the other road.... but...  The unending journey definitely consumed years.

we too make decisions thinking, that perhaps it is the best. The choices though made by us are laid down by life in front of us. We make the choice that we feel is the best for future but the choice is made based on the life situations in hand at the very moment. Yet man is not satisfied... and is still stuck with the ifs and buts.... well at this stage of life when I look back, life is beautiful when we realize that we made it. Its beauty lies in its minute perfections and minute imperfections that make it uniquely different from another life.