A journey for the In-side

Prayer is like flying

May not always take you to the desired height always

But for the moment when in the sky

It lets you fly high and

Be in union with your heart and will

Praying is an unmissable ceremonious part of our Indian religious culture but it is one of the most innate feelings that human beings are born with. A prayer is not necessarily reading of scriptures for a particular duration or chanting of mantras known to one but it is the art of speaking out internally a message, desire or a wish that you want to or have already realised in life.

If we can manage to say a prayer in silence of our mind no matter in which situation we might be in, by staying in accord with our mind, body and soul at the same time, then not only it takes the soul on a spiritual journey but also helps in sorting out conflicting thoughts; which when not taken positively can stay in our mind, enter our daily life and gradually yield negativity in almost all our activities.

At times when faced with a situation with no personal time and the feeling of ‘blue stuck in grey’(when barring yourself, everything else surrounding you seems to be grey, lacking life, vigour and enthusiasm) catches your soul then saying even a small prayer cuts you off from the world and its happenings at the remotest levels.

To say that prayer, one would speak or utter to one’s self anything that comes from within, even a mere stating of how you are feeling to your own self at that time would bring about a small level of awareness about self’s feelings. And on the other hand you would be giving that tiny bit of private time to yourself while carrying out all the roles and relationships that you are actively a part of.

By saying a prayer anytime every day, bit by bit you move on to know your self better. What you say out, what you see inside after closing your eyes and what your internal voice utters out to you and ultimately to the creator, generates a part of your self which is aware not just of the routine work or duties you are required to do but also of the person who was once born and had his/her own likes and dislikes to exercise and dreams to achieve and cherish as he/she grows up as a part of the scheme called life.

Also, “when risen handholding the awakened self, trivialities bother much less.”

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A.

From Else to Self

To revel in anonymity of else

can never be the leading way

to know your self

eyes are opened and the existence awakes

future, like instincts is made known

when actualised by practising beliefs

invisible, like thoughts is the silence

that inherits the shadows of many

puts a realisation in self ...

acquire at any moment one can but

the land bearing the present two steps

chant through unspoken eyes one can

but the lived verses of life...

worshipped thus wholly every religion 

when eyes  are blinked immersed in faith 

religion like senses imbibes mystics of

volition in beings..

atheist or not, religion is but to live

everyday where be the temple of life

with unending roof of protecting sky ..

from death came life, from sky came land

from eveil came love, from dark came light

and from else came self...

arms are stretched and all religions embraced

steps do touch the first thing in the morn

and the land is thus respected

slumber wakes up a dream

an dthe dream wakes up life

when ever eyes are opened, wakes up the self

to rebel in restrictions of self

is a free way  of knowing

Self amongst Else ...

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(Kailash Mansarover)

Love is far reaching, the most lightest in appeal,

brings you to life that mind sometimes fails to reveal ..

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When risen handholding the awakened self, trivialities bother less .

The last solace

whay lay forgotten lays far beneath

forget heart can't what it sow

a look when falls on the life now so raw

cries out heart, seeks no existence

and ripped stands life devoid of soul

when the last solace draws black upon the hopes

life complicates, love falls, and the world drowns

nothing changes the will of the dead heart

no more the scarings haunt the scared

nothing comes when sole reason to live shatters

no sound, no words coming out of the mouth stands true

when the last solace draws black on blue

whay lay ahead can not be the same

life after all proved to be a pain

how all wishes can come true was often

the thought of the innocent heart

now after ages the life has become dull

shine restorative by none

how to sit up and how to look

wish could turn to the ages of two

the last solace

had his heart belonged to another

the words now banging in my head forever

hurt am not, nor am i sad

ripped i am of the soul i had once felt

they say

as we sow, so we reap

life played again its old game

coined a fool with love petal name

silence of the creation is met with

when the last solace leaves you alone amidst

it was just a beginning , a realization crew

never knew it would strike so hard in the heart

with the pain drops, coated blue

writing, oh solace i now name you

take me back to when i was not created

my love, my trust, my faith when lay not insulted

call me back to you , take me along with you , make me smile

and say to me to live my life

when you have found a reason for me here

when you can heal my heart which lay open

take me back

this is not me, can not be

take me back to the ages of two

and send me afar where nothing feels blue .

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Flight

Life is not about presenting a perfectly balanced picture,

its about being able to stand when you could have easily fallen down .. .

 

 

 

 

A.

The Mystical Night

A morn can sometimes be

But a night will continue to be a dream .. .

A thought is awake and the subject sleeps
A silence is worn and the desire wakes up

A dream is lashed down and the arena unexplored

A morn can sometimes be

But a night will continue to be a dream .. .

 

The eyes are sealed in anonymity and the vision lighted

strange situations, stranger people , and unspoken glances

an emotion is felt with closed eyes

and the whole world is made real in the closed yet broad

arena of imagination ..

 

imagination many a times when practiced in life 

can be made true 

but it might be the thought of imagination that naturally came to come true ..

thoughts with a strong belief , will let us explore

the dark vibrant shadows of the night 

 

However, a morn can sometimes be 

but a night will continue to be a dream .. 

 

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Nature-Call

Our noise, words get silenced up when nature's play is easily heard .

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Time- Line

 If time doesn't help to do what you want to, get the rest of the forces along.

There would be moments when no matter what you do and how hard you try, and yet things don't seem to get put together and lined up straight the way we want them to . So what goes so terribly wrong that we just can't sort them out and have our way!! Is it the way things were meant to happen to us or its just that the right time hasn't come for that thing to happen for us ? Is it hundred percent destiny that rules out all our efforts or is it a formed misconception that most of us have grown up to believe?

Life becomes as we want it to because thoughts we possess create our lives and influence those close to us. Thus when time seems not to favor up at all, we must adhere to our senses and bring all other forces along so that they strengthen the power within, in every aspect. So that when the next time we wake up to make it our day, we would know we are not hollow and dependant only on the created factor we refer to as time.

 
 Create.

  

 Explore Self.

Discover.

 

Nurture.

Play.

Love.

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Thought-Point

Often we believe in things that have left an imprint on our soul in any way.

This belief becomes stronger as we grow up . The factors that lead to formation of that belief however seem to fade away from our memories. What are memories made up of ? Who all have the power to create the living moments in us that merely by closing the eye we can re-live them any time of the day.

Memories must be kept with proper care. Bad ones can let you down to the extent of you abhoring yourself and good ones can heal you up.

And yet whichever way it be, nothing holds us closer to this life than memory .

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Atari-Wagah Border

Cutting Distances

When the feet bangs the earth in the ceremonious rhythm of patriotism

reason , will, let alone our contriving hindsight

falls short to let see the cryptic plight ..

Rack and ruin or the bow and the salute

the thrill and applause at the historical Wagah Border never runs acute

from the humble times to the present act of outdoing each other

lowering of the flag has become the cause of another grave matter

Performances with such grave enmity and aggression

throbbing of the hearts to the claps and applauds of the public

threads those feelings that are bought up to include hatred

a sense of negative nationalism for the other side

where it leads on to, what aim it serves

lies not known

and rest oh life, history adds on ...

And rest oh life, history adds on

those cutting distances which are not being shortened on ..

That which was marked to end the enmity between both the neighboring nations

is now sparkling with a vicious ceremonious act which consumes when

performed

drilling in each the highest sense of patriotism

but when hindsight is seen from close

lay in it the rotten, rather soured hearts filled with dilemmas

and unanswered questions as to why such ferocity is taken up

in something so humble and admiring as lowering the flag down

Gives away the Retreat Ceremony something so negative

which often the geography, history or the manipulation adds on ...

when the doors are banged across the face in aggression

reason, will, let alone our contriving hindsight

falls short to let see the cryptic plight

And rest oh life, the history adds on..

those cutting distances which are not being shortened on.... .

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Akanksha