When Mind Resonates

That day, I sat in a doctor's room, She was in her late fifties or early sixties, Had a lot of degrees and was eminent, Always used to talk cheerfully and charmingly, Always straight and to the point, Seemed to have an innocent soul, Residing within that fragile thin body, Which people would definitely have Deciphered as arrogance! That day, she sat and spoke With some incoherence, I watched her, mindlessly  (Now I suspect whether it was mindful) Rolling the beads of rudraksha she wore, And she said, probably seeing me watch, 'It's my mother's, she passed away last week, I am wearing it since then' She seemed like a kid… And she said: 'I can't imagine this life without her' No, she wasn't sobbing, Nor there was a tear drop, But it was a factful speech. I felt pain then. But I did not realise the depth then, After all these years, now I realise. Age is not a factor, However old you are, When dear ones leave- You become an orphan! Doesn...

There is a moment When you smile to yourself And realise that there are things beyond; Beyond this body… Where you touch without touching, Where you talk without talking, Listen without hearing, And know without being told! The moments of 'knowing' When you pause in silence, Retreat from crowd, Quieten from noise, Where life is awaiting- In silence, but with marvel! It's not the noise that knows it, But the silence. The light is within, Let the breeze flutter the ash, Find your ember burning! It was always within And you were searching for fire! When what you needed was just a breeze... Picture courtesy: https://pin.it/BfBaqdm

The thin line Separating reality and dream Gets fainter and sometimes disappear! I'm afraid of that moment… Who doesn't want to live in dreams? But what is the price? Sanity and insanity stays apart Again across that faint line The arbitrary one, Placed as people please! Sometimes, so is right and wrong; Blurred, and incomprehensible. The mix of complications Brewed in by 'civility', The concoction is bitter and sweet! Depends who drinks… I'm afraid of the line that separates, Sometimes we feel a need, Need to define oneself- As something or someone, But why? The lines define you? Maybe it's time to start  Living the dream itself. 'Paradise is within and among us' Dream? Reality?

On my path of rediscovering, Learning again after unlearning, I realised that everything condenses  To the very form 'love'. The agony and ecstasy sprouts From the same! Every delight and dismay Roots from the same - 'love'! I went again and opened that book- Where wisdom was scattered, I was unlearning that too… I started writing down, Remembering my mother Telling me being a kid; When you write you understand better… I wrote: 'Love is patient and kind…' My eyes were getting wet, As I ended: 'Love never ends.' I could feel a stream  Flowing down my cheeks. I stuck it at my kitchen cupboard- That I see it more, Assimilate and try to imbibe in… The love that is divine doesn't hurt, Doesn't make us heavy- But light, as light as a feather, That we fly in the fragrant breeze, Savouring the beauty around. It rang- 'love others as you love yourself' I had forgotten to love me. How can you love someone Until you love yourself? Everyt...

I go blank, and realise, I know nothing! I am unlearning what was taught- The rights and wrongs, The permitted and prohibited, The sweet and sour, The bitter and hot… I twist and turn- Go blank again! I sit and watch, I glare and stare, I see, nothing makes any sense… The love and hate, The smile and smirk, The blow and pat... I was lost and Gained To be lost again! The more I learn, The more I unlearn. The more I seek, The more I forget. The more I walk, The more I'm behind. The more, the less! I am lost, but found, Thrown but cornerstone! Being is nothing, And nothing is being; And that's everything! Picture courtesy: https://pin.it/6pwlKOA

When it dawns upon That you were wronged, Betrayed and sometimes being used… It is human that it fills in fury, Disregard, pity, than being stoic. We aren't infallible either- But hatred with varying intensities Germinate and root… Sadly it turns us bitter. Hatred is a burden That slows us, Pushing into an eternal melancholy, Cloaked within smiles and laughter... And the other who made you this, Is living a life that isn't slightly Affected by you! What an irony… The way out is to forgive- It's not to be a saint, But to be a better you, Be kind to oneself. This will help to not hurt The ones who are dear to you. Anger overflows to the ones you love. It makes you an orphan, Being an orphan is an eternal pain- Age doesn't matter. Forgive, for yourself. It doesn't justify the betrayal, You need not shake hands or even smile. It's all in mind… It gives peace,  That you start to enjoy trivial things again. It's like walking through amber Without being...