After a month long travel
And stay with yogis
In the caves, forests and falls
In the Himalayan ranges
Did the fakir return
To the bustle of Kolkata.
For his dearest love
Was waiting for him!
Yes, he was deeply in love!
Had he known no love
More profound, more seducing,
Ever Before!
The Fakir was back to his work
As the chief advisor of
Research in Biophysical Sciences,
At the Saha Institute of Nuclear Physics!
His domain was his love,
His long found beloved!
It was a very long and toiling story of the Fakir!
From the hilly and harsh landscapes of Kabul,
To the serenity of the Hooghly!
From the hopeless nights of poverty,
To the bright halo of international recognitions!
The Fakir with his cyan turban and white robe,
With flowing long silver beard
Walked to his chamber ardently.
In no time was he deeply immersed
In the world of his beloved
In the wonderlands of his only Love –
The Biophysics!
He was in love!
He had chosen his beloved for all his births!
All was from an insight
During one of those deep
Satori on one of those special days,
In the long hours at the laboratory,
At the Presidency College,
Watching a whole new world,
Under the electron microscope!
It was a revealing insight!
A conscious decision had risen,
To dedicate ones whole life
To the domain of BioPhysics!
It was during those days
When he had lost all he loved!
In search of love and strength
The Fakir had then kept wandering!
At times he was conned
By the illusory passions.
There was once an apparition
Of the angel with the Most Beautiful Eyes
And then was the seduction of the
Gold and riches
And There was once the eerie
Pull towards power and status!
All his loves were ephemeral,
All abandoned him in due course,
Just to make him craving for more,
Left alone in heartbreaking solitude!
What a mirage was that!
Fooling one with elegance and style!
And then in an existential vacuum
He was all alone in the journey of his life.
The Fakir was in search of
His true love. His true beloved!
An accompaniment of meaning and joy!
Decided he to transcend beyond
The debilities of humans,
Their just self preserving nature and their ego,
And natural selection’s hidden agenda at play!
Going beyond one’s push and pulls of genes!
The Fakir chose to dedicate the remaining days of his life,
To the unfaltering love for his domain of Biophysics!
Now his life was only about
Exploration the unknown horizons of Biophysics!
His domain became his medium
Of expression of his love – his creativity!
20 years have passed!
He is a veteran in his field today!
He has his own contextual world woven around him,
Shielded away from the objective world of forms!
It is his own world, His own creation!
He and his Biophysics and numerous research work!
Today he has contributed new theories,
New findings and new insights in the domain!
He has enabled humanity to be empowered with new knowledge!
New avenues of thoughts and expressions!
With his love today he was able to
Create a legacy for the posterity –
An indelible footprint of his
Left behind in the sands of passing times,
Towards eternity!
He knows his love is divine,
The lesser mortals and their ways,
Were not just the avenues right,
To waste his time, his energy and passion!
Today he is just a Fakir,
All alone lost in his own world!
He feels redeemed.
For he was able to express his love to the fullest!
He was able to advance Biophysics to the realms unchartered!
Life was simple,
An opportunity to be in FLOW,
Every moment,
Each time with a new challenge –
A scientific puzzle to un-ravel!
It was straight. It was predictable.
It was about fixing the missing jig-saws,
Completing his life to a masterpiece!
Now there was no complexity of human emotions to tackle,
None were the cravings of the ego,
Cravings, lust, desires – all were done away with!
Certainly a clean canvas to carve out the painting of life!
He needed no material possession to boost his ego,
Neither was a need of any guarantee of his security and safety!
He was just a Fakir!
Nothing to lose, nothing to hoard!
He was just lost every moment,
In his world of Biophysics,
In a meaningful and creative trance!
Often he used to walk down the streets of Kolkata!
For he found an age-old spirit there –
The spirit of creativity,
The spirit of invincibility,
The spirit of achieving victory for humanity!
Some people called him
The merchant of dreams,
Some called him the Sage Scientist!
Some just addressed him – The Fakir!
He was dynamic!
He was ever evolving!
Un-attached to the baggage of human existence.
He was like a river –
Adapting himself to whatever route possible,
Never forgetting its objective : sea!
So fragile at its source,
Gradually gathering strength!
After a point, its power is Absolute!
In its journey,
It was not touched by a hammer,
Or ripped to shreds by a knife!
The strongest sword in the world
Couldn’t scar its surface!
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