Strings attached

I wrote my heart out many a times before

every time it came, a new color was born

surrendering to will of heart, i win

servile to my senses, i loose

time can grow but not fall or rise who ever interchange places

every fall much steeper, every rise much higher

efforts seek to bridge the fall, Grace dictates thine rise

Cry of cock or song of a cuckoo, Does it bring forth the dawn?

Collapsing situations brings dead silence to life

despair makes journey towards fertile land of hope

flute should have holes to tune in music

sound of joy, spurts in those struggles life has

to be raising, to be fighting, to be nourishing

fun of game is in 'thinking' we are winning or losing

Continents have to be crossed, clouds get to be throned!

Oh helpless birds, do you have a choice but to keep flying?

Surf riders don't catch pearls so does the success

Latex of a tree stay much longer than any fame of the world

Heroes came & went, Moment this don't know them yet

Has thee conquered the generosity of the Sun or the patience of Earth

Has thee bettered the compassion of Air, Detachment of the river or

The silence of the Cosmos, that beholds thee?

The Supreme Creator why should wear all these masks

Don't you see, my friend, You a puppet yet to discover your string?

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Harvest

Forever in gratitude at the Lotus Feet of the Great Mother! 🙏 For all the penance of all past lives, immense gifts have already been granted. All that this world could offer — many pleasures and a few many pains — have been bestowed and experienced. Moments of great pride and deep guilt did pass in trails... Now, I stand before a vast, wide field ready for harvest. I watch with awe, yet with self-doubt if I even deserve the sight. Not to bother Providence to orchestrate dramatic conflicts and resolutions anymore. What’s next in this journey? While the Gifts already granted continue to return in rich dividends... let the life's work begin. Let the harvest start, without waiting for help or companionship. The field stretches endlessly — the very vision wearies the eyes. Yet, a few sheaves gathered each day shall suffice... For this field, after all, is wrapped in an Ocean of loud silence, and the tool for harvest — is this body and its five senses. Oh dear Mother mercifu...

Waves of pain & joy

How can I lose what I never had, never would have, and yet always have? If you are ever in me, I must keep finding your love within; Every pure emotion felt, the lap my eyes shall come to rest. If I was ever in you, keep finding my strength carry you. Every gentle care you offer, is the shoulder where your head rests, in the arms of my safe presence. Just stay… In my heart. As this poetry. I walk, adoring the Love - my means and the destination, towards Our Divine Mother! This drop dissolves in the eternal ocean - deeply serene, yet with waves that are both pain and joy.

Who am I?

I am human. I am broken. I am bruised. Expectations break me. Guilt weakens my journey. I ruminate. I cry. I seek comfort. I seek company. I seek shoulders. I seek recourse. I want to rise again — not to repeat what broke me, not in blame that cannot heal me, not in denial, But in the acceptance of my faults. I master truth by facing it. I become light by recognising my shadow. I am human, but That is the 'myth'. I am meant to uncover and let manifest the shining light of Spirit within me. But then, who am I, truly? I am eternally joyful — Pure Spirit, absolutely detached. A fragment of cosmic dust, yet full of love. Every particle I touch glimmers with fragrance. Every particle that touches me becomes divine dust. I am a perpetual reality, born of Absolute Love! My Mother, Shri AdiShakti! My Father, Shri SadāShiva!!

Journey to the eternity

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