A momentary truth,
Of an eternal reality,
And a constant juggle,
Between perception and memory.
A shadow gives a glimpse,
Of the fleeting nature,
Of this existence,
Nothing remains forever,
In the limited domain,
Of this physical perception,
Yet its essence stays,
In some form or the other,
In the boundless realm,
Of this metaphysical memory.
What meets the eye,
And escapes the vision,
What evades the vision,
And catches the eye,
Are all but versions of this reality,
One blurred in memory,
Another faded in cognition.
A labyrinth of notions,
An array of perceptions,
Creating a chimera,
In the minds of the observer,
And he keeps deciphering,
Pondering and contemplating,
Trying to clear this illusion,
Unravelling the layers,
Removing the dust,
Cleaning the stains,
Of these blurred realities.
reality : philosophy : life
We pray to God in a form that makes us connect with the higher power in an easy manner. Idols made of stone are the most commonly seen in every temple or under a sacred tree or a siddh place. I chanced to witness this beautiful ganesha idol at a stone art workshop and it immediately caught my attention. A flow of bhakti bhaav poured out from deep inside, in the form of poetry.
The countenance of abundance,
But a stance of minimalism,
Your demeanor exhumes unbridled joy,
And a charm so serene,
I gaze in awe at your magnetism,
As I feel the divine aura,
Touch my mortal existence,
Bringing it a step closer,
To the reality of this life,
Yet obscuring its fullness,
Leaving room for bhakti to evolve,
With patience and purity.
bhakti : divinity : ganesha
What our vision catches, is it the entire reality or there is more to it? We have a range of vision but things exist beyond that too. If we open up our eyes of imagination, we will be able to envision a world beyond this reality.
A flower in my garden, looked such a perfect shade of yellow, but it withered after few days. This withering looked like a loss of one’s identity as a flower, particle by particle. It appeared as if one tiny particle after another is detaching itself from life and moving towards a new form, a new life. What a magical scale I adjusted my focus on. Amazed!
PHILOSOPHY: REALITY: SCALES
This mysterious unfathomable darkness,
Radiates an omniscient brightness,
Splitting to perform a spectral dance,
Where the lunar energies make erratic moves,
Amplifying to a soprano of intense emotions,
And diminishing to a contralto of shallow apathy,
And varying frequencies in between,
Creating a plethora of patterns,Untamed and boisterous,
Mellow and reticent,
Amounting to a noisy inteference.
But this playfulness needs discipline,
An orderliness to survive,
This existentialism.
Then comes to rescue,
The majestic solar conductor,
To attune the distorted chords,
And make a symphony,
Of a few coordinated steps,
And the influx of coherent beams,
Perform an alchemy-
A merger so alluring,
A mellifluous charm,
Sustaining life as we know,
In the form of a cosmic balance.
Sun: Moon: Cosmos
What do you feel when you see thunder? What thoughts arise when you hear that jolting sound? For me, it reflects my inner reality. I have expressed the same in the form of poetry.
The Lines
This thunder,
An exhibition of rage,
Of the charged up emotions.
This lightening,
Seems like splitting the sky,
In baffling aggression,
With a sharp-edged dagger,
Desperate to tear apart,
The deep pain inside,
It’s liberating.
There are unfamiliar expressions of agony,
A thunder which brightens up the sky,
Akin to a camera’s flash,
Reveals the force of inner turmoil,
A tempest of repressed emotions,
Tha burst in a jiffy,
It’s a kind of exculpation.
This flabbergasting sound,
Is a glaring warning,
Both the bolt and the jolt,
Which reverberate inside my physicality,
And awaken my consciousness,
Conjuring me from this diffidence,
It’s Innervating.
Nature is thy mirror,
It is the chord,
That connects thee,
To the deepest and the darkest fathoms,
Of this existential reality,
In bewildering ways,
It’s ephiphanous.
THUNDER: PAIN: REALITY
Ever wondered why is there an urge to experience divinity? It is because we are not merely a part of it, but we are the divinity itself. An ode to the divinity- a poet’s rendition.
The Lines
The fragrance of this whiff,
Calm sandalwood infused incense,
The warmth of this fire,
Sacred oil lighted tangerine flame,
And, the gesture of these fingers,
Wise mudra signifying willingness,
That of a seeker, a learner.
A mortal’s completeness,
Is a journey towards divinity,
On a path of abandonment,
Traversed in a vehicle of discretion,
Between a phenomenal illusion,
And the truth of the neumona.
As I hold this breath,
And focus at the sacred fire,
Attuning my auditory faculties,
To the frequency of bliss,
I emerge from an abyss,
Like a vivacious spring,
Spurting into a beautiful form,
One of a mesmerizing divine aura,
And I stay there in equanimity,
Surpassing spatio-temporal limitations,
And merging with the limitless,
In the realms of cosmic existence,
The reality of the spirit-
Is this very experience,
This mortal physicality-
It is a frivolous occurrence.
DIVINITY: BLISS: ODE
Tulip Brook 