Love and Poetry
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Love and poetry has
strange familiarity both cannot be forced and both happens naturally, both
artistic and both eternal. This is true, saying from my own experience. I came
across this experience while writing my book “Thousand Words In Million Silent Ways”. It took me around more than
one year to compile this book and finally its birth took place just few months
back. In the beginning I did not choose the topic what it will be all about, I
had written verses, some of them were completed, few unfinished, few needed
editing and most of them were written last year only. I don’t know how
everything started without any prior planning of writing a poetry book. But
feelings froze into words, words into verses and love which is universal
revealed itself into the form of the book. Love is the language of the
universe. Every heart knows how love beats inside it. There is a search for love,
unknown mystical, the best part about writing this was that there was freedom which
the soul could experience in capturing those feelings and revealing them in
words. The divine cosmos merging and dancing with the layers of heart chanting words,
expressing their quest for water, water which could quench their thirst. It
seems that the mystic love was spreading its sufi arms for me and that’s how
love unfolded pain opened its secret doors, the cosmos embracing the wounds and
healing pouring on the beloved. Something started melting after a long time.
The warmth started returning from the glowing sun. So pain, affection, agony, wounded heart, joy and happiness found
their ways in between the cuddling alleys of life. This is how poetry happened.
Just like how love happens.
There is an undying wish in the poetry, the unrequited love, the call of the soul for true pristine love, the thirst of the heart, something beyond the selfishness of the flesh, the return to peace, the divine presence in life, knowing that one day merging back to divine calling for unfolding His mystical love.
Some of the poems have been discussed here Molten Pieces of Silence
Some Mystical Feelings
The Secret Cure
A Night Soaked In Divinity
Go deep and find more love, there is something pure beneath the surface. There is love without reasons. This search of human heart, of my heart, of your heart I have tried to express through words. This was my feeling and this could be your feeling too.
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Learning from difficult situations
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When you have an urge
to help the person in need, you don’t think twice. Your mind may give you
hundred thousand reasons to skip, to step back and not to step forward to help.
But, your heart that empathize and believes in co-operating come forward like a
warrior and express its desire and its purpose which is to help and to serve.
I have learnt one
very beautiful lesson from two unpleasant incidents. Two different problems,
two difficult situations, but one desire to help. They say your first learning
begins at your home. This is so true. I learnt this lesson from my brother.
One day my brother
who was returning home from work stopped his bike near the grocery shop so as
to buy few item listed on a paper by my mother. He found nearby to that shop there
was a house outside which people are standing in crowd and screaming. He went
there and saw a mother crying for help for his 12 year old son has severely burnt
his hand, every one in the family was getting panic and the boy was screaming
with intense pain. It was around 10pm, immediately brother helped the boy
raising from the floor with his both hands, managed him to sit on the bike with
his father and they all rushed to the nearest hospital. Immediately the boy got
admitted there in the emergency section and his immediate treatment started
without any delay. After few hours being with them, he handed some money to his
father, and returned home late night. He not only did this but also visited the
hospital next day to know about his well being.
Another incident was around
March 2006 when city had witnessed communal riots just few days back and curfew
like situation prevailed in Lucknow, after the Varanasi blast. The city was
facing the bandh which was called by BJP/VHP. The bazaars were mostly closed.
My brother was at the Aminabad, very famous market of Lucknow, due to some
mishap in the old city (Old Lucknow) rumours of riots spread like a fire and
the forces were deployed in some areas. They were dispersing the mob and asking
the people who were in the bazaar to return to their homes. So while returning
from Aminabad near the Qaiserbagh Chauraha brother saw a girl child of aged
between 14-15 yrs standing on the pavement of the cinema hall crying and
getting panic, she has gone for her classes in the morning as all was well in
the morning and now when it’s time for her return then things have drastically
changed. So he stopped there his bike, asked her to go home as the condition of
the city was not good, panic-struck was she has no idea on how to inform her
family, as everybody was in hurry to leave that area. So, he gave his cell
phone to her, so to inform her parents, my brother also talked to her father and
who in turn requested him to wait till he comes. Brother agreed to wait. And
after 20 minutes the father and the daughter met and brother also returned
safely to home.
These two incidents reveal
that we should always come forward to help each other in need that is what
humanity is all about.
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in association with DoRight.in.Blissful Night
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Sinking in the sea, the maiden sun
Roses red, and thy blooming heart
My breath cuddling in between your lips
And eyes drunk in thy love
Melting heart, absorbing every falling tear
Of your dreamy eyes
Nothing comforts the pain
Which your absence creates
In a blissful night, you kissed
My parted lips
And I blushed in silence
As serene as sea
In that blissful night
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