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Reconstructing the Void

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  A 'Need' and a 'Want' carry an infinitesimal difference between them and that is called 'Requirement'. Requirement of happiness until sadness arrives, requirement of help until loneliness arrives, requirement of strength until weakness arrives, requirement of health until illness arrives, requirement of selfishness until selflessness takes over your life. In the process of balancing these adjectives in present tense, everytime.. we unknowingly lose a part of us in the uncertain fight of past and future tenses, not knowing there's none like the latter one. There's only a 'Present' time. And then numerous strings of thoughts oscillate through the void created in the process to preserve all the three tenses. Is it really worth it? To oscillate on a daily basis? To shed a part of our brain everyday? To not study about the strings that create a harmonious melody in our body? To let go an unripe fruit every time by plucking before it's completely...

The Quest - Of what lies in between the extremes

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Between the black and white, shadows and light, inhalation and exhalation, lust and greed, power and weakness, vastness and subtleness, spark and dullness, anger and stillness, water and smoke, skies and roads, trees and shrubs, home and threshold, ice and stone, duality and individuality, awareness and stubbornness, love and detachment, sand and the shore, heaven and hell...You'll find Life!!  Between purak and rechak, Shiv and Shakti, Between the absolute LIFE & DEATH... You're going to find the meaning of your existence!!  Shiv tried to explain Parvati 112 times (ref. Vigyan bhairav tantra)– Finding stillness between two extremes is the ultimate goal for attainment of liberation, salvation, eternal bliss, freedom, enlightenment and release... Yesss! Releasing by standing still, swimming without moving a fin, flying without carrying wind under your wings, smiling without moving your chin, crying without a single scream! That'll be YOU...YOU as a guiding light in this ...

I dreamed of...

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  I dreamed of a life in a castle,  Situated near a cascade of shiny water,  Sunrises in holy mountains And magical sunsets in the backyard,  Sounds of tinkling bells by my door..  Of cattle and neigbouring shores!  A mystic dimension of the forest Unseen and unheard,  Would be witnessed by me!  I dreamt of a black horse, To ride me through the valleys!  Also tough arms and more grin,  To tackle the way through rugged terrain!  And a lantern to make a way back To my Home!  And make a warm soup out of,  Few veggies and berries I plucked that day..  A hope of fresh air amplified at every second,  A ray of pure sunshine touched my chin, anyway!  I dreamed a life.. As beautiful as this imaginary prose has been! 

A speck of dust in convo with the moon! πŸŒ›

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              The air was clear, wind was composed, climate was chilled and it was a full moon night. The MOON was strolling it's eyes around the globe when it bounced upon a SPECK OF DUST staring at him in awe! Upon asking about it's gesture, the speck of dust replied, "You're such an amazing creature, you get to live up there in the sky, watch around the world and dive into infinity! Must be so much fun!? I think out of both of us, You definitely depict life more! You have these waxing and waning phases, crescent shape, half moon, full moon and eve,n new moon day. You get to experience and live it to the fullest, right? Likewise life has its phases, few ups and downs so I think you depict life more than I do. I am just a speck of dust, unseen and unworthy!"             The moon was stunned to hear that. He replied, "Thank you for those kind words, but hey, I don't have any phases! It's the people who see me that wa...

Towards a New World 🌎

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I saw a vignette approaching,  Blur border and sharp image Heavy contours and subtly vintage!  Was it a doorway to a new world?  Or a beginning of new me?  Baffled by life and it's phases,  Amused by the seasons of Hues and greys..  I stepped up with utmost grace,  Only to land in the midst of Hundreds of daffodils!! 🌻 The yellow all around,  The happier I found..  However, the next step to the doorway Lead me to a barren land  Recently hit by autumn🍁 The third step introduced me  To a heartwarming field of lavenderπŸ’œ Followed by an amazing sunset hour πŸŒ… Kissed by shades of bronze!  And a strangled night,  Devoid of any moonlight πŸŒ™ I stepped on the last stair,  And eventually bounced back,  To my own existing world! 🌎 Only to realize a thing  That every step comes with It's gloom and glory as well,  It starts with all yellow  And ends with a dark night..  For we need to adorn,  Every...

A bit of clouds 🌨

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  Soft and smooth, warm and distilled, an imperfectly perfect shape, soothing and tangible, certainly! 'The thoughts' a bit synchronous over here, aren't they? The clouds make a desirable shape over the action of the wind. Likewise, our gestures work over the actions of our thoughts. The way we blend them, we use them accordingly. Unfortunately, they aren't under our will. In the absence of any wind, the shape remains undone. A kind of too much leaves it distorted. But equal and limited fits perfectly and manifests another kind of beautiful. Something adorable, something good, something we always wanted to get hold over. Here it is. 'A perfect cloud, a perfect YOU'. Certainly, there's no such word as 'Perfect', the wind is on it's way to hit you but there you are, always moving forward, travelling, observing, learning and again forming a new shape. That's what the clouds teach us, 'Be limited yet beyond your thoughts'. There's def...

What's right now? 🌞🌱☄️πŸ•‰✨πŸŒŠπŸ’¨πŸŒͺπŸŒ¬πŸƒ⛈️☯️❤

  Refer the above video🌱 Thousands of sand particles make a flower likewise our existence is an outcome of thousands of such events. Here, we can hear the harsh sound of vehicle horns followed by a soft melody of 'Om' in the background. Likewise, there will be good n bad events in our journey, few rhythmic and few not-so rhythmic tunes to hear. But remember, it's just a cycle, it'll repeat once in a while and then the real test lies in reminiscing those enchanting melodies over and over again.  You know there's gonna be several external influences in our life. Maybe in the form of people or situations. Some will pretend to be there just like the gentle touch over the pink flower here. While they'll leave abruptly someday. Also there's gonna be some genuine gentle touch in our life. Recognizing them is a challenge worth taking on. We can mention our dear ones here but rather than keeping them external ones why not try and make them the actual healthy soil an...