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दर्शन, philosophy, Soulful, Spiritual

The Echo of the Divine

TulipBrook
© Aakash Veer Singh Photography


The sweet moment of twilight,

And the sky above,

Ready to adorn the blanket,

Of a dark blue shade.

The stillness in the air,

The peace in the ambience,

The divinity’s sandstone idol,

Fragrance of mogra, sandalwood, and camphor,

And the mellow smell of the wet soil.

A flame emblazens much brighter,

As the darkness slowly sets in,

With the sound of the conch and the bells,

The reverberating utterance of the rhythmic mantras,

And the infallible faith of the engrossed devotees.

Indeed, this is true devotion,

When, everything comes to a standstill,

And is ready to be ingested in one’s soul,

And then get completely soaked,

In the ocean of this gaiety,

And surrender oneself,

In dance,

In music,

In emotions,

In expression,

In joy and ecstacy,

Where one experiences the ultimate truth,

A glimpse of the divine.

divine : echo : bliss

poetry, Souful, Soulful

A night like this

TulipBrook

Each one of us has a fantasy, a longing, a desire, to have that perfect night. A night filled with magic and love. Some like it simple like any other silent night. Some love it like a celebration with the festoons and confetti. Some yearn for a total trance of the starry sky. Some need just the lunar charm. Some need solace and solitude. Some need a confidante to contribute. But all need something in the night that they miss in the day light.

The night carries me to,

A magical world of love,
And a surreal terrain of joy,
Where stars twinkle brighter,
And create a scintillating mosaic,
In the pristine blue waters,
With the breeze smothering my tresses,
And nudging me to dance,
To the tunes of the night’s notes,
And live this night fully,
In ecstasy and bliss.

night : bliss : moon

inspiration, philosophy, poetry

Free Soul

TulipBrook

I found freedom in,

Dancing to my own music,

And singing my own song,

Unapologetically being myself,

Every single moment,

Even if I falter and break a bone,

Or strain my vocal chords,

I’ll just push myself more,

And expand my existence,

Like this limitless sky above.

I relished every moment,

From the glory of morning-

The fresh fragrant breeze,

That invigorates those weary senses,

The sweet songs of birds,

That make this ambience magical,

The balmy rays of the sun,

That inspires one to go ahead with the day,

Like a fire that lights up everything it touches.


And as the night beckoned,

I simply relaxed imagining,

The majestic mountains,

And the enigmatic sun dance,

The blooming valley,

And the aromatic air,

The soulful sky,

And the calming water,

The morning bird songs,

And the evening starry nights,

All that nature has offered,

Generously to us,

Every single moment.


If ever I felt lonely,

With no one to hear and speak,

I talked to the trees,

These little flowering buds,

The cuckoo and the crow,

Sitting on the porch,

Or my little pet dog.

I went beyond human dependency,

And experienced a connection,

With other lifeforms too.


Days pass in joy,

As I live to the fullest,

Learning and sharing,

Creating and caring.


Again the night arrives,

With a full moon this time,

That gives hope to everyone,

To be child-like and dream,

To love this life and stay adventurous,

To think of the unimaginable,

To talk about the unbelievable,

And,

To never give up in life.


As I fall asleep,

I live an explorer’s life,

Who packs his bags,

And goes on an adventure-

A trek to the mighty Himalayas,

A deep dive in the deep Pacific,

A skydiving thrill in the listless sky of Dubai,

Cycle non stop in tour d’France,

Or run a half marathon in an event,

Somersault like a gymnast in a circus,

Dance and swirl on my toes like a ballet dancer,

And make every moment truly enjoyable,

Sharing a playful vibrant smile,

And a pristine sparkling love wherever I go.

LIFE: FREEDOM: HAPPINESS

poetry

Butterfly

TulipBrook

Have you ever observed the magic of a butterfly and how the flowers bloom with it’s touch? Let’s experience it through poetry.

The Lines

These soft lemony flowers, bright and fresh, 

This shaded green foliage, a beautiful mesh, 

Attracts this petite aviator of the low skies, 

To share tainted secrets and misconstrued lies, 

To reveal how humans oft distort reality, 

As an attribute of their mortal frailty. 

As I look in awe, 

At these cohorts exhibiting acts of sorcery, 

In a language beyond human glossary.

I wonder, 

Nature has its own way of expression, 

A language beyond human comprehension, 

Which leaves a spray of an illusionary impression,

On the minds clogged by filthy grains of aggression.

I ponder a little and realize, 

Nature calls us in ways innumerable, 

To unfold what’s hidden, in ways unimaginable. 

But we remain deaf to this song of existence, 

Which flows unhindered without any resistance, 

And we turn a blind eye to this divinity’s  dance, 

Missing this very golden chance, 

Of experiencing a zesty trance, 

And relishing this magnificent happenstance.


I smile in joy, 

At this resplendence of knowing, 

The consequence of sowing, 

The seeds of curiousity, 

Which burst into enormity, 

Erasing the darkness of ignorance, 

With it’s revelatory illuminance. 

The butterfly makes the flower, 

Bloom and shine like an earthy star, 

And the flower makes the butterfly glimmer, 

Like a sprinkled florid shimmer. 

Their proximity is a stay so brief,

But the emotions linger on a  belief, 

That a beautiful blend it is,

Like an everlasting bliss, 

Of an unconditional love, 

So profound and deep, 

Reminding one, 

That distance is left, 

With only feelings to keep, 

As a token of that conjunction,  

Where memories form the foundation, 

And faith, the pillars of affirmation, 

To make this residual life, a marvelous

construction.

BUTTERFLY: FLOWER: NATURE

poetry

The Joy Of Being Alive

TulipBrook

Time to feel this life, the existence we are a part of. Hear the music that nature plays and dance your way to ultimate bliss. Every moment offers a note worth reckoning. Enjoy the poetic way of living this moment…

The lines

The moment I wake up,
I dance and jump,
On the beats and tunes,
Of nature’s songs.
The sun’s radiant rhythms,
Play the vibrant notes,
On everything existing here.
The breeze’s invigorating strain,
Stimulating the stillness,
Of this morning quietude,
The taintless dewdrops,
Holding a calming pause,
To nudge the observer,
In a loving and alluring way.

As I experience these sounds,
I sway my body in a gesture of self romance,
And twist my arms in lyrical poetry,
With ease and verve.

The feel of the impeccable beauty,
Of this vast existence,
And of myself,
Rejoices my heart,
For being alive.

Morning time in my garden

Life: Music: Joy

poetry

Poetry Podcast- A Humble Existence

TulipBrook

This is a poem about a bird who waits for the right ambiance to make love to her lover. A simple rainfall in the evening of a monsoon month of July.

A lover awaits for the union.

The Lines

There she sits in poignance,

On a dainty Gulmohar branch,

As she enjoys the lemony balmy sun,

On a monsoon mid-day of July,

She looks at the powder blue sky above,

And sings a soulful melody,

She waits in a vivid eagerness,

For the Prussian blue evening to arrive.

After a two-hour stay,

She welcomes the soothing breeze,

And the drops of pristine rainwater,

Fall down like a shower of love,

And they drench the earth in entirety,

Every leaf of the Gulmohar tree,

And the coy nightingale too.

And she retires to her nest,

With her mate, her lover,

After a dreamy dance of ecstasy,

Under the tranquil showers of bliss,

Bewitched by this mushy scenery,

They bloom together, into a beautiful unison,

Like soulmates for infinite lifetimes.

Listen to my poetry podcast on-

https://anchor.fm/tulipbrook/episodes/A-humble-existence-ee26vmDownload
Love: Nature: Lovers