Fly High

Fly High

Hey fairy, Fly High!

Spread your wings far wide,
Let the invisible wind hold you like a tide!

The bright new world of possibilities,
The mega trends, and the new abilities.

Hone them, and Ride them!
before they do wane.

Create your own wave
your own path shall you pave

You are unique like the fragrance of the sea breeze
Sacred like the divine dance of the trees

Voice that echoes the song of the Gods,
Be yourself - the Almighty applauds!

But as you grow you learn,
All your good deeds always return.

Play hard with all your might,
Always do what is right!

Create a change, make a difference.
Be a harbinger of a new order hence!

Years have passed,
Weathers have changed,

Distances have grown.
Flowers have withered on their own.

Seven seas far, there is a little heart ordinary,
That still beats for your well being, all weary.

There are things that are strong and stubborn, 
Connected to you like the worshipful morn!

Knotted forever with the string of Love.
Never to let go even one glimpse of your glow!
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The Bright Cheeks and Starry Eyes

18/04/2019, 10:47:26

THE BRIGHT CHEEKS AND STARRY EYES.

That shining golden flow,
The glistening sparkle of luminescence!
Lingers the radiance of some flare eternal,
From the deep depth of that primordial Light ushers,
When I look at your bright cheeks and the starry eyes!

The light that is no ordinary!
The light that inspires the vigor of life.
The light that showers on the mortals,
The warmth of an enlivening blessing,
The blessing that whispers softly yet resolutely,
The stubbornness of being uptight,
Inspired by Love, Truth, Devotion and Faith.
When I look at your bright cheeks and the starry eyes!

Every morning wears a sheen new,
Every sound transforms to a symphony,
Every gust of wind,
Caresses the deepest chords of a meditative heart!
Life in every form and every stage,
Appears brimming with a youthful excitement.
As if every ticking moment as a hidden promise,
A promise that elicits the ardor to blossom,
With that immortal flamboyance! No matter what!
When I look at your bring cheeks and the starry eyes!

18/04/2019, 11:33:06

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It is not about God!

It is not about God!
It is about Devotion.

It is not about the Guru!
It is about Discipleship.

It is not about the beloved!
It is about Love

It is not about the family!
It is about Kinship.

It is not about the friend!
It is about Friendship.

It is not about the destination!
It is about the Journey.

For all thing visible,
Is just a reflection as is,
Of the beatitude of the invisible,
Spirit and soul of the Beholder!

For Essentials are not only invisible,
But also Within!

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The Space!

Space! Yes it is the Space!
Empty space, that matters.
The source of everything Beautiful
Is that empty space.

The distance between me and Thou,
The gap maintained by the
Language constructs,
The punctuation and annotation,
The discontinuity in time and space.
The differences in interests, values and priorities.
The difference of comprehension,
The contrast of existence,
The difference in sensibilty.
Yes, it is the space between me and Thou,
That keeps the life going,
O Lord!

That known despair that
I shall never see Thou,
Neither touch or hear Thou,
Keeps me continue the breath,
Making stories in my mind,
Reflecting my own limitation,
Mirroring my own humanity,
Falling short every now and then.

I continue the journey,
I continue breathing.
Rejoicing within me the hallucination
That I am in the path to reach Thou.

The distance between the Sun
And the fragile vine.
The distance between the child's eyes,
And the twinkle in it from
The distant star,
The void of empty space,
Protectively padding the planets.
Keeps the love story going
Of Galaxies millions!

The hollowness of the flute,
The emptyness of the breath,
The distance woven by the culture,
By the providence and destiny,
Conspire together to keep the opera on!

The tainted blue glass,
Appears so, for it gives out that color.
A rose inspires,
For it gives out unconditionally
Her intoxicating fragrance,
And her flamboyant countenance.
In the act of giving,
A space is created!
An empty space to breathe and be.
And yes, Magic happen.

Whenever had the greed
Overtaken man to destroy the space,
Wars have been fought,
Jealosy have been sown,
Hatred have been fermented,
Death had been caused!

And then again!
Death weaves the space,
The distance and longing!
And again another story is created.
Another poem written!

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The dark side of me!

How easily I judge,
Continuing to proclaim to the world,
Each time you judge someone,
You have a part of you yet to be healed!

How easily I succumb to hatred,
Continuing to proclaim,
Don't hate, meditate!

How easily I lie,
Continuing to proclaim,
I hate you lying.

How easily I get enamoured
By novelty and freshness,
Of ideas, books, perspectives.
Continuing to judge the other as manipulative,
For their natural urge to explore!

How easily I become a rude and harsh Scrooge!
Continuing to disdain his dryness and materialism.

How easily I mistake friends as my commodities,
Continuing to preach Eric Fromm
And his message of to "be"
Instead to "have".

How eaily I judge carefree freedom of others,
As shallow promisquity.
Continuing to proclaim
The uprightness of humanism and inclusivity.

How easily I slip into narrow totalitarianism,
Continuing to proclaim the wisdom of
Diversity, freedom, liberty and choice!

How easily I turn into the inertia of the "Mahisasur"
Continuing to proclaim the wisdom
Of the divinity of the "Devi".

How easily I take to extremes,
Continuing to proclaim,
The truth and profundity
Of the "Middle Path" and balance.

How easily I slip into
Delusive childish ways,
Continuing to proclaim
The wisdom of childlike simplicity.

How easily I let my mind
Be overtaken by self created delusions,
Continuing to proclaim
Respect, objectivity and humility.

How easily I cross that invisible line,
Differentiating humanism and barbarianism.

O Lord, I offer my head in your Lotus Feet.
Shamelessly I continue to ask thy forgiveness.
And yet again, I stand up and ask,
Give me that strength to be a Human!
A grown up full Human!

May Thou continue to be alive and potent,
Seated on the altar of my heart,
Inspiring me and holding me,
Enabling me to fufill my purpose,
Of growing to be a Human!

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Abheek's Rendezvous with the Sage

Walking down the coastline of the Andamans,
Abheek in depth of melancholy
Was trying to cry out loud
Through the tumultuous waves of the ocean.

He knew he was wronged by Vibha.
He knew his world was all devastated.
He lost his most precious one.
And that too - just like that!
Out of a whim of the other!
A deluge of hatred, self-pity and anger
Was washing him off.
He shouted, "Why me, why me, why me??"
"What did not I do for her?"

The moon was reflecting the light from atop.
She was calm, accepting and quiet.
Ancient stars were twinkling from eternity,
Watching Abheek with empathy and care.

Walking down the sea shore,
Abheek's eyes got stuck to the grand full moon,
With all her beauty.

Suddenly the thought came to him,
Why was the nature so beautiful,
Why was the nature so happy!
It was as if a beautiful flower,
Thriving on the sad and spent bed of compost!
He was feeling like that compost,
Which was all spent and sacrificed,
For the happiness of all around!
Was there not such a big smile of happiness
And refreshing fulfillment in her twinkling eyes,
When she just snapped everything off? Everything!

In his mind he could see,
All gray compost - all in black and white,
With the bring yellow and red happy petals,
Thriving with joy!
He was sad. Very sad.
And she was all happy and indifferent!!!

Something happened suddenly.
His left feet was stuck behind,
As he was walking forward.
He turned and saw the mutilated sand,
Holding his feet.

The sand appeared to him as a sage,
A sage who was deep in meditation,
And his feet just fell on his head.
The sage was all wet.
Abheek thought it was tears of being wronged!
Apologized Abheek immediately to the sage.
The sage smiled, and said,
"My tears are of not sadness, but of joy!"
No feet can wrong me, No matter how it appears.

Abheek was curious at the speaking sand.
He squatted and came nearer to the sand.
He asked, then what wrongs thou, O sage?
The sage smiled again with tranquility,
It is my arrogance and jealousy
That wrongs me. It is not your feet,
But my pride, that holds me higher than your feet!

Being one with One dream of the God,
The sage continued,
I can see God in all creation, in all circumstances,
In everything around!
What appears mutilation and being wronged to you,
Is just a "prasadam" for me, O Abheek!
"Prasadam" from the all pervading Self!
To show me the Truth.

As Abheek sat there, listening the sage,
The wave of the ocean came on,
And washed away the sage forever!
The sage disappeared in the vastness of that night!
Abheek did not know when the sage of born,
And why suddenly he perished!
He questioned the ruthless indifference of nature!

But then, from somewhere,
The soul of the sage whispered in his ears,
"It is my arrogance and jealousy that wrongs me,
Not nature or anything out there!"

(PS - This is part of my forthcoming novel - MISFIT. Abheek Bose is the main protagonist of the story)
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The Recurrence of Loss

So Abheek continued...
I used to think the cloud fades just once.
But then I realized it fades continuously,
Each moment, forever - leaving that sinking emptiness in heart,
Till eternity.

I used to think I couldn't go a day without your smile.
Without telling you things and hearing your voice back!
I used to think atlast I got you forever!
Like the two sides of the river,
I thought we will live together till eternity in that bond ecstatic!

Then, that day arrived and it was so damn hard
But the next was harder.
And I knew with a sinking feeling
It was going to get worse and
I wasn't going to be okay for a very long time!
A very very long time!
Probably Never!

Because losing someone isn't an occasion or an event.
It doesn't just happen once.
It happens over and over again.
I lose you every time I think of RS
I lose you every time I think of A'L
I lose you every time I listen to that song
I lose you every time I watch that movie
I lose you every time your favorite phrases appear in my memory!

I lose you every time I think of kissing you,
Holding you or wanting you.
I go to bed at night just to lose you again.
And when I wish I could tell you about my day,
Start from the early morning or then after the tired long day,
I lose you again.

With every breath I take in, I inhale a painful prick in my heart of your loss,
With every breath I release, I give away another moment of my life,
Sanctified with your bleeding Loss of your nearness.

Is this just a loss? Or is it something more?
For it is my own sacred secret.
It is my own sanctum, my special personal altar!
It is something very special - my own,
Which none can take away!
Its my well-cherished love,
My well-cherished pain!
For more than a decade of this life,
And countless births before..
Is not just another story of love!
It is a saga of the pursuit of God!

Praying for you...
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