The form of things unknown

Some moments cannot be explained in words yet here we are trying to give words to something that has taken place, something that has no material value but it exists. It surrounds us like the warm breeze from the sea! Like the blue in the ocean, like the rays from a rising sun, like the smell of a blooming flower.
Beyond this world of matter, another place exists. I believe, this body is not the only form we have. Human body is the only material form of the soul. Just as the leaves, the fruit, the branches even the fallen leaves and twigs are all different forms of a tree, synonymously, the body is the form of a soul. Imagination is another part of it. It exists, not in the material form but in the form of ideas.
Lancelot Whyte in his essay, “Where do bright ideas come from?” discussed that the ideas and imagination is divine, they are a gift of God. No science has yet been able to identify and track the reactions taking place in the central nervous system that lead to the formation of imagination. Imaginative world is diverse and dynamic in its own way. It is a complete life bottled up inside an instant. You can turn it on and off but sometimes it takes a lot of effort to stay quiet.
However, I believe differently! As I already discussed that imagination is a form of our soul, it must exist somewhere. The things that we imagine are already taking place. We often hear a retort that it’s “only in the head. If that’s so then brain is a place too and much intelligent entity. Everything happening in the brain carries out our activities. If imagination is only in the head then it is happening in reality. “Only in the head” is a feeble excuse of those who aren’t brave enough to acknowledge imagination. Not everyone can handle the irrevocable events of it. They have got to have a heart for it.
Imagination is strong like the force of gravity. It has complete ability to pull you inside. It sometimes blesses a human with such moments of shear emotions that we forget how to resurface.
Richard Wagner, the famous music composer writes about his experience. Falling into a trance like state, he suddenly felt as though he were sinking in a mighty flood of water.
“Trance like state” is the highest form of imagination. One stops existing in this world but he does not know where he is for our knowledge about other worlds is limited yet he travels there and feels, if not completely then at least tastes it.
“…..as imagination bodies forth, the form of things unknown….” -Shakespeare.
God has blessed each one of us with the power of imagination. We are too busy running our material world that we ignore the when our subconscious calls us. Body might not need it, but soul needs to visit its world from time to time. Be brave to acknowledge its presence. Immerse yourself in it, let it drown you. But know when to resurface!

“The night was silent and eerie, only the sound of breaths echoed. My beats were synchronized with another and I was aware of the fact. The satisfaction was unmentionable. If in that moment, I had died, I wouldn’t have felt the pain of it. I wasn’t in the material world at that time. It was sublime”

The world of betrayal

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Thousands of words within,
Neither of them spoke,
Silence hung around,
Thousand dreams awoke!

Neither him, nor her,
Knew what it was,
They loved untill apart,
Understood their loss!

He wished he saw before,
The fire in her eyes,
Though she often denied,
Through a stream of lies!

They stared at the moon,
Daily, through the night,
Neither even aware that,
They prayed same light!

But something always happens,
That none ever expects,
Fate mingles with prayers,
And love always accepts!

They lost what they had,
An unconditional love,
Were strewn far away,
In a moment’s bluff!

The unsaid promises,
The hearty vows,
Nothing saves those,
Who relent with bows!

Their laughter still rings,
In the empty corridoors,
Their story still heard,
By strangers accross shores,

They exist far apart,
In newest of worlds,
Their hearts still beating,
With echoes of words!

The bitter most truth,
The blood drenching desire,
They never belonged together,
In the world of betrayal!

30, July 2016

The silence prevailed!

Thousands of words were uttered,
Millions of tears shed,
Not a single soul stirred,
Only the silence prevailed!

Her words had lost meaning,
The laughter completely hollow,
When her heart held still,
Only the silence prevailed!

He wanted to say much more,
And struggled every time,
Fate was , Alas! , nor fortunate,
And the silence prevailed!

It might have been better,
It could have been worse,
But it was for the best,
Whenever the silence prevailed!

As wonderful as it can be,
As harsh as a bitter truth,
It echoed all the secrets,
When the silence prevailed!

Many came and went,
Bodies died each minute,
Literal perished were souls,
In whom the silence prevailed!

Sensless speeches blabbered,
Worthless moments spent,
Neither were able to heal,
And the silence prevailed!
      
     
                                        24,March 2016.

There are no coincidences

  “Well, look who I ran into,” crowed coincidence!
“Please,” flirted Fate, “this was meant to be”.

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I wholeheartedly agree to Fate. Fate laterally means, what’s written and has to happen , no matter what the situation.
Destination is reached, path is followed, hurdles oblige, tears and laughters follow. Only because they were meant to be that way.
No matter how much we try, we an never alter what is meant to be.  No amount of hurry, anxiety, worry or fear can change a person’s fate.
Although it is a bold statement to make but yes…. There are no coincidences.!!!
“Coincidence is a God scheduled opportunity” says Scott Hamilton.
That coincidence was carved accross the stretches of our life long before we set ypon our journey.
We grieve upon loss, people,money and various most temporary animates in our life. Remorse makes us believe that we could’ve done something to save pr stop someone. We could’ve done much better. And while blaming others in often situations, we believe that it was their fault. They caused hurt, betrayed or left.
Blatently speaking, it is nobody’s mistake. The only being responsible for our happiness, misery, opportunity and destiny is fate. People were meant to give us a lesson, message. When their purpose is fulfilled, they ease to exist.
People never come and go as they please. Fate controls them as well. Our Fate!!! Our possessions are never oura. They belong to our fate.
As James Redfeild writes
“I don’t think tgat anything happens by coincidence… No one is here by accident. Everyone who crosses our path has a message for us or they would’ve taken another path or left earlier or later. The fact that these people are here means that they are here for a reason”

” i had an accident, i ran into her accidentally, i accidentally dropped…” All these phrases means nothing. Anything that happened, even most minute things such as rolling of stone has its reasons in the long run.
Understanding reasons and extracting logic is not priority. Believing is the only solution.
As Nancy Thayer writes
“The universe ia always speaking to us, sending us little messages, causing coincidences and serenpiditis. Reminding us to stop ,to look around, to believe in something else, something more”
Whatever happens was meant to be, even our victories and mistakes. There were never any accidents. Coincidences were planned.
The only ingredient to success and serenity is belief.
Angela Gwinner was right in saying
“There are no coincidences. The soul seeks its own path”

Overlapping worlds

              The World, expresses the place we live in, a place representing all beings living in it. Most divrse in its forms and various other aspects, the world is magnanimous. If we drive ourselves out of our minds and think about “the world”, we come to imagine people around, in contact with us somehow.
In other words, even if we keep self centrism aside, we can only wonder about what we have seen, met or felt and nothing beyond it. Again relating only to ourselves. It will not be peculier if we call the world as our world ,or more legitimately, my world !
       Everything we see, everybody we meet, everything we sense around us, is present there only and only because of us. All the things lying in front of us, came into being for us. Even the very minute objects like the weather, people, scenery, situations exist because we exist. They were created to be part of our life.
       We are the centres of our universes !!
    Let us imagine that you are sitting in your college ground amongst your friends, laughing at some, sipping a strawberry shake, enjoying the breeze on your face and watching the people come and go. If tjis theory is correct, then your friends, all passers by and every other being in that vicinty came there just to be seen by you, to become a minute part of your life. The breeze ia for your sake. The fruit in your shake for grown for you! It is as simple as that. This is your world. And everything in it is for you.
     Now that we have the concept of my world , it imployes that there are billions of worlds within this big world. Every person we meet, its a whole complete world within them. As we meet up, we come accross new stories, new experiences, new choices and a very new perspective. Our worlds overlap. And it was very rightfully said by Anais Nin that
Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born untill they arrive and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born. !!
      Another quote which we have read often,
People cross our path for a reason !!
Yes, this is also correct. People cross our path to be part of our life. Our worlds overlap. They give us their perspective. They come and go for reasons which we may not understand at that time but  eventually realise. That’s what overlapping worlds is about.
So, to be straight forward and optimistic, we live in our own worlds. We are centre of our own universe. Everything in it is ours. Don’t be afraid to live the way your want. But don’t forget to overlap these worlds 😉
              

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Somewhere deep inside !

         I find it very hard to express myself. Not because I am short of word, but because of two reasons.
For one, I, like many of you don’t believe that my listener will understand. They have not walked in my shoes, they know nothing of my sleepless nights or the reasons behind my crazy smiling. My reasons might seem stupid to them. Or even fairly small for such strong reactions. But that’s how it is. Not everyone understands.
              And those who do understand me, and they care enough to ask. In those very scarce cases, I happen to be in chaos of mind. I barely understand what is happening else where. The random thoughts and no apparent reasons of stress drove me to write. A very refined and organized way of expression. And not only writing, i call this writing for myself.
               Despite a very large social circle and numerous ways of expressing ,we often find refuge in pages. Our notebooks, the best listner in the world who listen untill we retire from speaking, never fail to reflect back our thoughts. Showing exactly where we  were pondering more. Helping us to think and streamline our train of thoughts.
                 The best expression, our pen, speaks our language, copy our emotions and never ceases to  do so until and unless we want it to.
              Freedom of expression might be the motto of many and yet we are afraid to speak. We are afraid of not being understood. But my dear fellows, nobody understood Newton.
Express what you think. Write it down. A secret biting your insides?  Here is what to do, scribble it down. Cork it in a bottle, carry it to sea (that will be last of its burden), fling it over and share it with the sea. Speak with your pen. Talk freely with whom you want to. Be free to feel.
Carry your own listener and spokesman with you.

P.s
To motivate, here i have a writing of mine.
In my most jumbled up moments, this poem got out. One line different from another. But thats how mind works. Wonder of nature.
Now that, i read it after a year, l understand they were memories. Some lessons learned,  some losses and gains. As i understand it now!

Thrashing wild waves,
                    Captured in a jar.
Swift wind whirling,
                    Singing very far.
Silent words whispered,
                    Hanging in the air.
Hopeless strings of love,
                    Retreating in the lair.
Starring at his face,
                    Wondering what it is.
Emotions in his eyes,
                    In a moment’s bliss!
Soft touch of breeze,
                    Kissing her hair.
Drying tears that dropped,
                    Beckoning her to dare!
All those happy seconds,
                    All that didn’t last,
Is worth all i have,
                    A ship of broken mast!!
       
       (Written on  2 april,2014)

Damons reside within

          It was in late greek era that pain and suffering was related to reward and pleasure. That our sacrifices bring us happiness and good fortune. The same idea continued down to many centries and various examples were witnessed through the time. Keeping oneself in pain in order to gain is the most common commotion still among those with low beliefs and scarce faith.
        As i studied and observed these various methods of self sacrifice in the name of happiness, i found that we humans want to be in control of their fate. They want to improve their luck, the only thing which is reason of hapenings in their minute lives.
But what they do not understand , or as more intellectual people do not want to believe is that fate is as much out of their hands as the rising sun. And God do not put burden of its control upon us.
          What lies ahead demands our faith not pain. Revolution of mind is required instead of suffering. God does not inflict pain to humiliate but to teach and bring hearts closer. That is the way i understood fate.
          But then the question arises, from where did the absurd idea of inflicting pain upon onself came from.
In my curiosity, i somehow developed a theory, in its very crude form though but i would like to discuss it here.
Damon tried to astray the clean soul of human being, directly attacked its faith. Unable to putrify,it took revenge by giving them pain. Our souls, ready for the first attack, endured it well but were not prepared for the pain. They suffered a long time untill finally the damon released souls. But then in this long time, souls , so much familier with the pain, missed it. They assumed thatvtgey felt happy after so much pain as a reward. Although the happiness was of soul’s joy of getting released. They related their pleasure and joy with long period of misery tgey felt. Thus, the ones with less intellect, brought back the damon themselves. Allowed him to reside within. This worked out better for him. He instead of bothering with their faith in God, changed their conditions. That they will recieve happiness from God by suffering. Their faith in God did not change but their faith in fate got doped, which was equally fatal.
          Thousands of years passed since this unfortunate event for the mankind. We have been inviting damons ever since. They have been gaining strength while we relent in on them. Abiding by their treacherous rules.
How unrealistic it all sounds. And to some, its sounds far fetched. But believe me when i say that we all, you, me , our family members, friends, neibours, most of us are following this path, a misconception mainly. We are blindly listening to the damons and their demands.
             We suffer the misery, endure pain, sacrifice our hearts , invite the damons and expect pleasure. The worst revenge a man can take from himself is doping his faith.
             Stress, depression and anxiety are various forms of this revenge. Our worst enemy, the damons within, are the root cause.
             The treatment of it is as simple as that of a weed in in our garden. Root it out throw it away, spray herbicide. Similarly, if I breif it in a Gardner’s language (which many of us might be or become)
Root out the pain. Root out the Damon, throw doubts and conditions away, spary with strong faith. If you want to be happy, nobody can stop you from doing so. As happiness comes from within. Its cords are in your hands. Strenghten your faith.God does not want you in pain. He want you to have faith and believe in him.
              If a path seems painful, change your ways. It anything presses stress, then leave it well behind you. If anyone makes you miserable. Just throw them out. Throw out your
damons!!

Buyers meet sellers

        Various sites apps have been launched with the puch line saying Buyers meet sellers! They sell all kinds of stuff. From techo objects to almost useless things. From ceiling fans to shoes of brand. Fom house furniture to houses and cars. People from every aspect of life visit these sites and make use of these apps. 
     Please do not assume that i am about to discuss advantages or disadvantages of them. I merely want to draw your attention towards the line Buyers meet sellers.
     I do not have a much wide horizon of life, i haven’t been to many places. But where i live, there is place which should also given the same name Buyers meet sellers, that place ia commonly known as Educational institution. But what they sell is , as the other name indicates, education!
      It is a cold and bitter truth and i have tasted it. We have numerous universities and educational instituitions around a small city but neither actually educates impartially. They sell education to those with brilliant minds or brilliant pockets, the rest, can rot , thats all they care. They only let in those, who pay them the hight amount of money.
      While we shop at a jewelry store, what we see before us are perfectly designed objects. Certainly we do not pay attention to what they were before. Someone must have made an effort to seek the beautiful stones, to buy the raw form of gold and silver, to beautifully shape and cut the precious diamonds. Which is why the jewelry shop attracts us so much, because a big amount of effort was given to each and every  object in that one place.
          Hypotheticaly speaking, an educational intituition should be like the jewelry store. Where education and educationists shape the future of country. Where effort is put to bring forth the worthy people. Where they seek not only those with brilliant minds but also those with the possibility of becoming brilliant minds. Unfortunately that does not happen. As a consequence of which, the country lies at the bottom line, development declining with passing time, brain drain rate increases day by day, poverty becoming worse and all street crimes increased to an exponential height.! Suicide becoming the most easiest way to even out the stress!
          That folks, is just because our future , is being sold to unworthy. A dilemma worse than our darknest nightmares. Which we might not realize untill it seeps in our roots and infect our morals. Which it has to some extend already. Our society is deprived of  honesty, affection and satisfaction ! I make a plea to all humanists out there, please do not make education a buisness, please do not sell the future, do not let the useful  minds rot ! Do not let the world get deprived of morals.
         Buyers meet sellers, an incompressible, most malicious truth!
Raise your voice, use your pen!

Fairy tale..!

        Read to children of every era, fairy tales,passed and carried like a precious heritage. With each generation new tit bits added to them beyond perfect. But as we leap beyond the boundaries of castle of our childhood, fairy tales are thought about as unrealistic fantasies which can only be dreamt being a child.
        A false assumption!! I would say. You might think of me as a girl living in dream world but look at ot that way, every person has a story, a part of fairy tale. A fantasy close to his heart, and the bars of physical agejust do not matter.
       You will surely agree with me if I ask you to close your eyes for a moment and imagine your dearest most desired wish. A wistful smile will definitely spread across your face and the longing for i will soak your heart. THAT! My fellows, is your fairy tale!
         Fairy tale doesn’t really has to have fairies or beautiful girls in them. Just like Jack’s story in the classic “Jack and the bean stalk”. Jack’s dream was to end his poverty and so happened. Synonyms of Jack’s story are spread around each one of us. Might as well be hidden within us. All we need to do is to realize and make an effort.
         Yes! I l know, prince charmings do not walk around with horses these days and dream girls do  not come to dances in magical dresses. All that is not reality, i agree. But what we should do is to open our eyes and minds so we see the prince behind that stretched helpful hand, the dream girl concealed in shy smile and ta da ! Your fairy tale comes to life!
         The magic will happen, birds will talk to you, animals will sing. Trees will dance with each step you take. The sun, the moon, and the beautiful twinkling stars will shine like never before !!
         Haven’t found your tale yet? Or think you have lost it? Remember how bad you, as a kid, felt when snow in “snow white”  was lost in forest? When dwarfs thought, she died? When Cinderella’s magic endes at 12 midnight? When wolf ate Red riding’s granny? When witche cut Rapunzel’s hair?
          All of them, at some point, thought they have lost everything. But every midnight is the begning of a new day. Slowly the sun emerges. The leaves crying all night sparkle with dew drops.
          The new beginings are born in the darkest of hours.
          Your fairy tale is forming the new hope you were longing for. Your fairy tale shall come true.
          Consistency of youe steps, belief in your heart and focus in your sight will ensure it. A Cinderella is born each day, a Jack fights the giant often, a Snow white finds her love daily and a Red riding hood meets her loved ones every minute.
So? Which one is your fairy tale??? 🙂