The world’s love is in the air we breathe in. Embracing it,
is accepting it. The day is smooth in the toughest of paths, with the radiance
of beauty striking hard.. It’s a melodious spell that keeps you alive, creating
a rhythm for you to drive. No power can be mightier, when every being is happier.
Under hard rock, it is still the sounds of silence that makes the space.
Harmony exists only when it is perceived. The essence of
life is not in the green lush of a colorful garden, nor is it in a miraculous
period of time. But here it is when you are open and ready to take it. What
is.. is all that is!!
Not true, is the routine, scheduled. Free are we, to rule. There
is no time in the realm of joy, that makes the story of a toy. Natural is how we
act, fooling ourselves is but a fact. Realization
isn’t close, so that you lose, but life has many options only to let you choose. Being
shy goes in vain, so just try and make it rain.
Light isn’t external, when it is you who is eternal. Lives come
and go, like waves on the shore. Contemporary is for the thinking, where temporary
is just this thinking. For we are to shine, embracing the light of the shrine.
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REALIZE, REINVENT…
THE LITTLE TRUTHS OF LIFE
Recollecting the happenings in my life, let me write this beautiful story. One day I entered a room, which was filled with darkness that seemed unlimited in all its dimensions. Nothing was visible. I stayed and lived in the place where anger, frustration and tears had no meaning. There was no one to listen or speak to. With the dreadful darkness around me the only companions were the hopeless, weak thoughts.
Suddenly there was a feeling of hope taking roots from where I am, when I found a candle. It seemed as though the strength of my emotion touched the plane of the heavens, which brought help. Now, with the candle lighted I was reassured that the nature was helping me. For once I adored, respected and fell in love with the candle which showed me the world. I could now enjoy every bit of my existence as the room was filled with exquisitely beautiful things. There were no more thoughts but only pure happiness and joy that ruled my kingdom of life. The candle now appeared as God. It felt as though there was nothing more beautiful and lovely than this candle that I respect the most.
In this mesmerizing flow of events, there was one thing that I forgot. I forgot that the candle cannot last for long and its existence on this plane is temporary. When I became aware of this little truth, I understood that even my existence on this wondrous plane was temporary. And before the candle has left me, it is me who is leaving the candle. This walk into a new room may bring many more surprises and the candle remains a memory in this illusory story of existence.
- P.ADITYA HIRAN
p.adityahiran@gmail.com
22nd Oct 2009