When Mind Resonates

In the midst of these mountains, Watching this calm waters, I try to reflect on myself… Where I am? What I have? And what I lost as I walked up! It's a reflection of me in the calmness. Yes, I am calm… Calm from the rages, From the pity, And the myriads of disownment! But now I know, I belong, I belong to this nature, I just have to remove my mask That I thought was protecting me. And now I know, It's fine to be vulnerable, It's fine to be not okay. Nothing is perfect, But in the imperfections, If we search, we find the perfections  That makes this life beautiful… Leave what is behind And climb up, You will see beyond what you thought, Your vision widens… And you know life is beautiful. Picture courtesy: https://pin.it/24WdbV5

I wonder of the dynamics of life- How it sways, flutters, And then abruptly falls! The shattered pieces then collected, Put together a different way, That the life looks a lot different! Sometimes it's sewed with rugged threads, And sometimes with golden ones… And you walk ahead, Sometimes with a heavy heart And a vacant eye, But with a ghost of a smile… And sometimes, you just Paint it bright, and just go on… But pain still stays, Hurts, and burns… But you walk, To sway and flutter again. This life is an experience. I overheard a father say To a toddler girl: 'Sometimes life gives you What you don't like,  But you have to just accept it' I would add- 'with grace'. It's not that you can't change the course Or the path, Just that sometimes there are moments When you have no choice. And sometimes you do- Still you cling on to the difficult way- Because that's what will keep your priorities Still a priority. It's all about the priorities...

I met this man with old wise blue eyes, Wearing white Kippah. He sat next to me and said 'hello', I responded back with a 'hello'. As the train pulled off, The green pastures  And a crystal clear stream appeared, And I asked him, did he belong there; And he said he grew up there, I could see his eyes light up And distant memories of childhood Fluttering with colours… And started to speak, And we spoke of uncertainty, Questioning beliefs and faith, Falling and rising up again, Finding it anew… Somehow our souls were connected, Deeper than this physical world. The otherwise 'illogical' conversation Made a lot of sense to each other, We stumbled on altruism, And I said: 'no one is altruistic except for bees' He nodded and was understanding it, But for me it was just a blurt. He said of talking to the point And that a man with depth knows how to do that, Where too many words won't suffice, The wise need just a few. We spoke of faith, religion...

Life seems to be in waves, After the lash of one The falsehood of calmness Reminds me of the next! Still I strive being me, And I watch the green grasses, The distant homes Lit in the darkness of night, Like the lights on a Christmas tree. The child in me  Still manages to giggle and smile. Unaware of what 'people' think! And deep within I know That I have been to those mountains And I have spoken to the ancestors  Of those grass blades and lillies… Somehow I know, I belong there Yes, to be belonged is the biggest Fulfillment of life. Belonged where disownment Is absent in the equation! Let the breeze in this wondrous daylight Bring the fragrance of the past, When long long ago, I had been here- As Tagore said: "I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times… In life after life, in age after age, forever." When the waves come again- I tell myself: 'you are a spiritual being Having a human experience' And somehow I find the strength ...

It was silence, There were whispers in my ears, I could feel the angels Hovering around… Singing hymns of love. I asked the guardian angels  And the cosmos to help me, Help me to make people stay. I knew miracles do happen, It did, but in a whole different way! Some paths are to be walked Naked foot, and burdened shoulders. But as you walk, forgive- Let the burden fall. That it gets lighter to walk, But yes walk- Remember, you are chasing your dreams, Nothing can stop you! The guardian angels still smiling Knowingly of the wonderful treasures That they have seen ahead of me. It's about having faith, In the universe and in me. The creator gives you opportunity To get stronger, patient and kind. Kindness is not acceptance of betrayal, It is acceptance of the moment And choosing to be quiet and strong. 'Love is not rude, Love is patient' I can feel beneath the calmness There is a turbulent undercurrent, Stirring within… It's easy to forgive, Hard to be healed. ...