The air was coming from the sky revolving and touching those squinting stars
entering through my window, touching my flowers with that message of approaching
summer.. the essence of the flowers and that air coming from my favorite partly
clouded, partly clear sky.. made up my night today.. I felt so lively in an instant as
essence captured my mind and relaxed me.. life is beautiful.. mystical, approachable and sudden..

Whatever epithets we might be honoring or interpreting life with , the most vibrant, exciting and ultimate would be to call life as 'magical' .. yes, it is magical.. believe me or not.. but if you are the one who follow his instincts and are able to analyze the occurrences in your life.. you will know exactly 'how', 'why' and 'when' something happened in your life.

It's not as easy as it seems? It surely is.. because the greatest attempt required is to cross the milestone of following yourself.. so for those who don't know themselves in any possible manner.. it surely would seem at some point of life, that life isn't going the way we want to but if you know and are able to assert yourself about the happenings by judging them with the framework of 'YOU' as a living being, 'YOUR BELIEFS' as the language guiding your soul, 'GOD' as always being in favor of your prosperity and 'THE WORLD' as a social contract where individuals with similar beliefs would come to live together ..

If you are able to consider these four elements when you sit down to relive some spent moments of love, anger, and friendship.. you would know exactly the motive behind something that happened and that evaluation would allow you to revolve your thoughts where some similar common people/elements/objects/situations would keep coming in your life.. and as the days move on.. you will be able to know what's gonna happen.. not in a way like.. ' Whether I am gonna be getting this or doing that tomorrow' types.. but about the concrete foundations that would make up the kind of life you always wanted..

All began with a belief and All shall end with a belief to Relive..

akanksha..

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akanksha..

Hi! Happy New Year 2006 to all. May all our dreams turn out to
be the most sweetest and cherishable reality through the eyes of
this year. I shall definitely get back to writing once my exams are over.
take care.

(took the above pic. from my place..the view is b'ful at night..
wanted to write on it..but shall do that later..)
akanksha..

Life after Death!

Life after death is still a big question and possesses a commensurate and inexplicable nature of its own. Over the times many philosophers, writers & poets have presented a combination of optimism and pessimism to discover the possibility of life after death. Christianity is literally the largest of all religions with a following of around 850 million and it does not belong to any particular cultural group.

So according to Roman Catholic doctrine those souls who have done not much good nor many sins enter a place called 'Purgatory' and only after spending a considerable time are allowed to enter heaven. Purgatory also provides a partial explanation of the state of many souls between the individual judgments and having purged away their sins in this intervening period souls would be ready to enter heaven. Those consigned to hell are said to be excluded forever from God's presence and cut off from all happiness.

According to I Thessalonians 4,New Testament

"For the lord himself shall descend from
heaven with a shout, with the voice of the
archangel, and with the trump of God: and
the dead in Christ shall rise first:
Then we which are alive and remain shall
Be caught up together with them in the
Clouds, to meet the lord in the air: and
So shall we ever be with lord."

So even the saints who move directly to heaven on death must await a full realization of blessedness until the end of time when the general resurrection will take place.

But according to Qur'an ,81

"when the sun shall be darkened,
when the stars shall be thrown down
when the mountains shall be set moving
then shall a soul know what it has produced."

The Quran teaches that all happens, including the precise hour of death for each individual, is fixed and recorded in the 'tablets of eternity'. The moment the death occurs, it is customary to tie together the two great toes with a strip of cloth and to burn incense near body. In India, to enable the body to lie with its face towards Mecca graves are dug north to south.

The Quran also mentions eight types of heaven, Firadus being the highest. Jahannam, the hell of Islam, has seven divisions each reserved for a particular class of sinners. Islam teaches that when a good man dies angels with white faces descend towards him. When the angel of death(Malaku-l-Mout) comes to sit alongside the head of the corpse and calls out to the pure soul , it emerges 'like water issuing from a bag' and other angels put the soul in to a shroud perfumed with musk and carry it upwards and when those whom they pass desire to know the identity of this pure soul , they are told his name and the the gates of heaven are opened for the soul.

On God's command the soul is returned to its body, the dead man is made to sit up and is asked about his life's actions. A man with a beautiful face then approaches the dead man and says 'I am thy good deeds'.Then the dead man prays 'O Lord, hasten the resurrection for my sake' unlike the bad man is taken to heaven and beset by the heat and hot winds of hell and squeezed in a narrow grave, he pleads 'Lord, delay the resurrection on my account.'


According to Surah, LXXV

'thinketh man that we shall not re-unite his bones?
Aye! His very finger tips are we able evenly to replace'

Thus Muslims of all sects believe that at the end of the world there will be a mass resurrection at which bodies will be raised and united with their souls. The belief in angels is common to Islam and Christianity, but Islam speaks also of Jinns, a class of beings intermediate between man and angels. These Jinns may be good or evil, the leader of the evil Jinns being Iblis, the Satan of Islam.

According to Hindu religion, the basic moral teachings that are incorporated among the children comes from the extracts of Ramayana and Mahabharata, and hence though hell and heaven have been mentioned in Hindu scriptures and yet there's so much diversity of religions that 'Karma' alone is considered to be the only way to attin salvation. Hell and heaven shall be granted according to the 'karma's' performed during life time, howsoever nowhere it is mentioned about the intentions and perceptions n the thoughts borne by an individual..Sometimes an individual might be jejune n holistic in the innocent sense and yet might be forced to change his course of karma because of another being. So, karma are judged by thoughts or by actiosb alone for actions are but a reflection of thoughts! and thoughts in reality are humane..So, somehow this argument seems to rach to no particular end.

Thus in spite of many ideas contributed by various religions the existence of hell and heaven still remains a big question and in a way could also be considered as a way to proliferate a feeling of good and bad among people and also to fear God by adopting a fair way towards this anthropomorphic sort of life and to have a apposite quantity of roseate charm to travel this journey of life optimistically.

Akanksha

*In reference with the book Living and Dying by Vidya Dehejia

The Living Roads..

She's the daughter of Lakshmi(a maid), Isn't she adorable..

Restriction of thoughts to moments of prejudice

makes the eye of our expressions invidious....

(Some of my friends , I see every day on my way , and well my heart seeks that bit of happiness by seeing they are well every day..and somewhere now my existence means something to them as well...and that means a lot to me!!!!

The kid is so cute..He's most adorable..)

Those Jutting Lips of the Speaking Sky..

Sitting behind those eyes was that girl
embracing herself in a kaolin made negligee
move she could only with the weight
and clemency of the nether world created by the living..


Carrying the varying persona's of people ruling her wishes
locate she couldn't with the people even that easily available
nebula shining only for her existence
scared of reality she could be seen only by lovers of night light..


Feel could she with lord those jutting vibrations of her universe
listen could she those distant whispers of distant love through
her sky
by following her heart beat of necromancy to know about her love..


For the world she shall exist but in clothes of kaolin alone
For her friend 'sky' of vibrations and power to communicate
she kept silent
silent as a hermit with crave only for that eternal being's
voice of worldly origin..


Talked to those forces of nature did she
in her soft, sensitized pidgin Hindi
wanted she to travel to her sky of life to touch those clouds
flowing in the same region for years looking only after her..


To never speak to the world without her love
Was her adamantine swear
Wanted she to fly high as above as her hope n sky allows
realizing that the hell existed but below the standards
of the emotions prescribed by the lord for all living..


To never wear out the kaolin negligee and resuscitate
her breath for the world
Wanted she ever and forever but to wear in
those jutting and falling vibrations from the sky
coming from far somewhere where
as she dwelled to believe
her love resides..


where she lighted her sky called life daily
at the time when her lover will wake up
and carried that brightness to that land
with the wide range of her emotions..

and with that light both of them would be visible
to those eyes not living in nether land
to those not only below on earth
always to those with eyes only of love

But at heights where both the roseate-golden and white-grayish
Clouds of their lovely existence could be seen
living with love to live for love..

Akanksha..

The Pied-a-Terre of Individuals.. ...

Life is but a journey through various moments spent mostly with
the individuals residing in our inner being.

Individuals?

Yes, don't worry, you read it quite well. The Individuals.

But how can we have individuals in our own soul or body or built up
or in that entity that is nourishing and containing us? ,
when most of the times we are not able to sustain even the
identity of what we see and intend to actualize ourselves as...
(Well, saying that one can sustain his or herself exactly the way they
visualize would always remain as an argumentative consensus. So no issues about that here!)

We can acknowledge while dealing and improving through various modes of our existence that there may very well be certain specific or various individuals residing in our own Body, thoughts, mind or being.

By individuals I mean that it is at some point of time realizable by us that we might behave as different persons at some particular stages in our life, different in the sense that we might not behave the way we usually do. And the reason for that unusual behavior comes when that individual takes over our thoughts completely.

These individuals might be of sadness, happiness, anger, joy, guilt, perception, frustration,
Or 'the individual of silence' might also take over us when our way of life seems to be
Difficult n we might feel like that bird of evening whose trying to find that branch where its nest is but because of evening's extra care is not able to do so.

Thus these individuals might rule over our different persona's while dealing with different people but of all the individuals that our countenance reveals,

'the individual Of silence'

might be the most difficult one to deal with for it takes over you when you
Have no succinct answers for those questions that life sometimes so easily puts up in our way.

So, living is not about ignoring your emotions , your anger or feeling of guilt, but to pursue them in chase of an answer , in chase of that individual 'that is you', 'You'
Who is struggling through life's dark corridors with a temerity of consideration n
Not of being rude.
Choose your individual in the same way as we sometimes happen to relate to a meaning of a word only in parts. Like, we chose the word 'temerity' for its confidence and tried to leave behind its rude aspect by saying ' considerate'.

So give yourself some moments and try to extract that depressing and restricting individual of our own self, for it will only be nourishing more n grow healthy with times if allowed to take over one's self for a longer duration. It might make us perceive only one emotion of either complete sadness or happiness then, where chances of former emotion taking over are more.

Your self lies in your ideology that you form with the influence of people , culture, traditions and situations around you.

So, try to put up those individuals of sadness, guilt, frustration aside in that Pied-a-Terre of self-trust, self-strenght, which shall be able to dissolve all the harshness at certain difficult n diffident occasions of your life and yet allow you to be your own individual self of happiness in your own home of your beliefs for -Beliefs and Trust sustains ours existence.


Akanksha..

The Growing Reflections of Individuality..

Touching the sky of life is this
Silence of thoughts
Experiencing a beatitude is this
Moment of growth
Blessed with the roseate felicity is this
Ambience so pure
Calling up by sobriquet of hope is this
Life that moves on
Touching, Experiencing, Blessing..
I moved on..

Moving on thus with the silence of thoughts is this
Individual in me growing higher the each new dawn
with colors of individuality..


Speaking to me merrily are these
Shadows of reality
Asking me to develop more are these
Airy touches of hope
Coddling me with all the care are these
leaves with emotions
Blessing me with new leaves of years are these
Voices of birds all new
Covering with care is this quilt of progressive shadows
And so is this life which seems all new
Speaking, asking, coddling, blessing
I moved on..

Moving on thus with the silence of thoughts is this
Individual in me growing higher each day
with colors of love of an individual
making me realize the individuality of my life....


How often do we tend to realize that there may very well be people who actually might seem to be just another person or any other tom or dick in our life but then when we light heartedly but bonding with the emotions in life think about how some of the people who irritate us or who are jealous of our happiness n success actually play an important role in our life..

Someone's sarcasm in a limited quilt of acquaintance might help us to move higher in life..Though the sarcasm may make us hate that person or our self for whatever the person said might be true but then that sarcasm also allows us to move n prove our self to the world n thus attain what we always wanted to..to go where we always wanted to.

Can Sarcasm Ever be Accepted as A Positive Way of Communication n Inspiration????

I wonder ....



Akanksha..

Sometimes while travelling...in life...we tend to stop an wonder...are we going in the right direction...?
are we what we really wish to be? Are we loved? Would be at the end of the day get to possess those cherishable
memories? Would we always be cared for? Would we be remembered if light of life tomorrow never comes? Shall
we have someone who would remember those spent moments of innocent laughter, that gentle first touch?

Like this...at times..many other thoughts might come to our mind..especially when you are someone
who thinks a lot ... or thoughtful is a much nicer word..
Often when we travel at night..various thoughts about life,love an people we care about comes to us...
there may be some other thoughts as well...but gemerally ..night seems to bring out our love..care..an feelings.why..no idea..
may be its silence carries love to our hearts..
So, please feel free to share any other thought that might have come to your heart at some specific
point of your life..like...a moment when you really sat down an gave some thought a serious thought...
Would cherish sharing thoughts for now!

Where have we come?

� Only when darkness takes over
are the stars able to shine in freedom a bright
Only when a restriction overshadows
are we able to realize a restricted thought right�
Only when emotions seek the loved ones are we forced to question
�From where we started?
And where we have come ?�

Does this silence makes you say something?

Those Roseate leaves..

Dwelling like us are these branches
Of conversation..
Surrounded by these thoughtful birds of times
Are these conversations..
Birds of flattering yet blindsiding emotions
Emotions, changeable with each new dawn of mighty authorities
A dawn of brightness, they fear not
For
Possess they many veils of countenances
Fear they thus, but, a failure of their dark endeavors..
Endeavors through self for self, in darkness of human nicety ..
But oh! Always in brightness of malice and hypocrisy
Dark, bright, shy and light, still so bright.. appear they bright..
Yet so dark, yet so false, these leaves of communication
an their inner self knows it all,
Move on thus these false birds in quest, for the sky of alms..
Pass them all oh soul innocent, pick up the true green color of life
Such is the life, decide well to choose thy color..
Green, roseate, blue, white or your soul�s true new color?
Crush you don�t the countenance of thy leaf for others
Let it free, like your wish
Let it true, like your lord
Let it be calm, like your thoughts
Let be love, like life wants
Let it be pure, like a kid
Let it be real you, like your wish..
Let be all, the dark, the bright, the shy, the true, the pure, the love..
But in trueness of every emotion..
Realize you may thus, the leaves of your conversation..
Those branches of connecting souls
Go on then, bud a tree like nature
With branches of pure and lovely words
Of conversation...

YES, YES , YES SHE DID COME YESTERDAY!!! HOW NATURE RECIPROCATES IT'S LOVE....NATURE SPEAKS...AN CARES...

Drops upon a thought....

Yes, rains are finally here...
The weather�s absolutely beautiful, so squishy, wet and absolutely afresh...I just love the alfresco of freshness that a nice shower brings with itself...
Yesterday, it rained quite heavily, accompanied by a storm which I could say was not that scary or forceful but was soft...
I was just painting around six in the evening when the first few cold drops fell on me and I immediately had to move inside with my canvas. I had been trying to portray a butterfly in its most complacent state of flying...she was being drawn pretty well..but because of the shower and all the energy that the rain brought with itself, I left it incomplete and went outside...its always so fun to wet yourself in the rain...the most beautiful experience....well the shower lasted for entire two hours...everyone was satisfied and even those people who earlier had sombre moods seemed to be happy....how rains changes it all...I always used to see this black and red colored butterfly around my room in the evenings but then yesterday she didn�t come...well how we tend to develop this propensity of attachment ...well she has regularly been coming around my room for the last one month...an I am usually come out around that time to see her..she is lovely..very cute....not that small....not that big....She just flies around me once or twice an then moves on... I was wondering why she didn�t come? Is it possible that she understands emotions the way we humans do? Would she be back today?
I hope she does...I really care for her...

You have not converted a man because you have silenced him...

It is never the shallower for the calmnesse.
The sea is a deepe, there is as much water in the
Sea, in a calme, as in a storme.
-John Donne 

What really is life...?

What is life? 

Tenets of life....

Tenets of Life.......


Coddling the flowers of pure emotions
experience
but a conscious stillness in moments
Now, realizing the clout of love and fantasy
experience
but a conscious reality of emotions in life
Then go on thee singing in life
the songs of moments in life
imbuing a stillness of peace in reality of life
granting thereby the boat of life
an immortal water of emotions
of softly flowing care an love
forever
but slowly-slowly....


Praying for the departed ones in a requiem
experience
but the most saddest innocence of life
Now, realizing a shadow of bright lies in act of traducing
experience
a trance of truthful awakening in very banality of life
Then go on thee like a Trail-blazer in life
burgeoning tenets of pure concern in beings
trammeling volition of souls bathed in evil verses
granting thereby even the real death of life
an immortal existence of memories
of sacrifice and love
forever
but slowly-slowly....

Cuddling a cherubic child of some days
experience
but a presence of souvenir of God’s love
Now, realizing a genuflection for the most
innocent innocence of a child
experience
like a chills, thy world with equal loving eyes
Then, go on thee possessing moments in life
with gentle steps of innocence and virtue
granting thereby with a child’s birth your own-self
a new-self of passionate love and care
by wearing a child’s small yet ineffable clothes
of innocent and self-less love for all
forever
but slowly-slowly....

Struggling in God’s arena of real fantasies
experience
but an amulet of realization & attainment of thy wishes
Now, realizing the sprightly & progressive aspect of life
experience
like an Alchemist the right jewels for your endeavors
to shape the lives around thee by love
Then go on thee like a maverick in life
becoming a live groyne of impunity to save
thy immortal yet sensitive stones of hard work
granting thereby your determination and continuity in life
an immortal countenance to thy colossus of live-nature
forever
but slowly-slowly....

Akanksha....

When God’s with us, Who can be against us?

someday....

Someday somewhere......

Gentle covering of eve
By the warm blanket of night
Depicting a love so bright
It cannot be touched
It can only be felt gently
Somewhere someday sometime........

Falling of rain drops
Making earth squishy and shy
Depicting a love so vibrant
It cannot be bounded by life
But its sweet essence can be captured forever
Somewhere someday sometime........

Moving of waves
In a rhythm of love
Touching our heart
Joyfully with a wet affection
They are not going to capture us
But will always accept us
Singing the song of budding life
In their mesmerizing voice
Somewhere someday sometime.....

Sleeping of a cherubic child
The gentle touch of air
Kissing the child with
An unsurpassable love and concern
Such a lovely moment be framed
In our souls forever
Somewhere someday sometime.......

Innocent water of a river
Feeding their beloved trees
Dissolving itself completely
In the heart of a tree
Depicting a tranquil fruitful love
Taste of this fruitful love
Be cherished forever
Somewhere someday sometime.....

Young golden beautiful mountains
Wearing the jewels of bright rays
Trying to touch the sky gently
Surpassing all the boundaries and highness of
White-fluffy cloudy love
This softness of love can be kept forever
Somewhere someday sometime.....

A lover of gentle love
A lover of natural love
A lover of fruitful love
A lover of warm love
Possess a roseate joy
In his heart forever
Somewhere someday sometime....

The air of life.....

The Air of life...........

Moving, Touching is this air that blows
Passing, embracing, the congeries, it flows..
Unknown, untouched, always it goes
Somewhere, anywhere, it wants
sometimes slowly-slowly, so gently...
sometimes passionately with an exuberance of force
But always it embraces & touches us all....
the touch is of equality if not true love
the embrace of moments, if not forever....
But then still it moves on...
Slow...fast...through out....moves on....
with an aim, slow-fast, gentle...moves on.....
carrying emotions of a lover somewhere
somewhere destroying the false material of this world
providing a new space for rain of trust and hope.....

Suddenly it stops, becomes so quite, so serene
Its silence contains a tranquil monologue between nature, moments and life...
Touches yet it all, abandoning the tenets of people
Not bearing countenances of distinctions or attachments like humans...
Abandons it all...the caste, religion and region....and moves on...
Its aim is so that nobody knows...
But determined it moves on always accepting all....

Like us, yearns it for care of love
Calling with love is this air that now flows
Touching my hairs, embracing my emotions....whatsoever...
Behold this moment, behold the freshness of this air..
Unknown, untouched , which touches us all..
Who knows where it has come form
and where it goes...
like love, is unpredictable, comes suddenly.. unexpectedly..
stays for a while for love with a
softness of its flow.....
rejoice, behold, this moment
for
it may not stay forever...for you to realize its unselfish love...
again the air of loves moves on... accepting us all...it moves on...

But again someday, it comes with a broken heart
realize, don’t forget and learn from that broken moment of life....
for
the realization may not be helpful later when time grows old...
But still the air of realization moves on.. accepting all. it moves on...

The air of regret, memories, with a wet touch of tears
stays again with us for a while
accept, embrace, the true reality of your life
for
the wet air would someday with realization bring out a rain of hope....
bathe, wash, refresh, all the deceiving restricted emotions of your life...
for,
the new relations emerging from the essence of this pure rain of true love....
may not stay forever.....time moves on...so does life....
But still the air of new relations moves on...accepting all.. it moves on.....
A true friend in life be like this moving air
with no restrictions, no selfish aim, no differences, not accepting one moment of sadness forever, always accepting your true self, all your emotions.. true love, broken relations....new forever relations....accepting all....he should move on.....life and time never stops......

Go on thus like this air of times ,you friend, in life, truly accepting, embracing the moments, realizing from broken moments, conversing with the thoughts of life...with my air of love.. move on...accepting all, move on....
Go on my friend, in life, like air, with an eye of equality for every situation of my life, be gentle...soft.. serene.. in air of low spirits...
Be strong, stout, forceful......in the air when I am wrong...
Let’s thus go on in life...stopping only for love.....lets move...embracing all...accepting all...lets move on....
Preserving the air of our character through eternal times with the air of our caring friendship...lets move on...hands in hands for our self, for humanity...for love, life an eternity...lets move on.....forever...rejoicing every single moment together....lets move on....with an air of happiness ...lets move on...go on....forever an ever.....



Akanksha...
(07/05/05)