Epiphany:

Moments when one is alone
and a conversation is on...
A dialogue between the self and soul
Inner world at turmoil...
A moment then, being enough, to come alive!

Pigeon, sitting on the head,
important breakthrough of BEING!

Manifestation or showing forth
Demonstration it is
of nothing, but the truth!

Lost in the materialistic world
of sale and purchase!
Its moment, when one turns around 
to be confronted with a Billy Goat and BE...
pulled up with a start to laugh out loud...

Instinctively, giving away, a share,
of what was brought!
Nothing stays forever,
It is moment that counts!
Moment of Eternity and Love!!!

A moment, when one looks back
and time stops...
Moment, when time cease to exist
Knowing, realizing...
Man-kind being moments of LOVE!

“A moment,” when everything feels eternal...

Romantics calling it:
“Spots of time,” “moments”
Or, “visitations of the divinity...”
James Joyce, re-naming it as “Epiphany.”

We are made of such moments,
every end, bringing forth, a new beginning!
Presence of BEING...
One day of Life
living it like eternity!

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A Tale of a Soul - II

Struggling to stand upright

trying to balance the materialistic burden thrown upon...

A different experience altogether

The Soul seem to have undergone...

Chunks of glass, 

felt painfully stuck to the left knee 

of that, which beholds the light and soul!

Pain that lets out agonising cry each moment

shreds of glass, falling each moment, as if...

Entire night, "Mother's lap it was...

"This shall also pass

This shall also pass,"

was heard...

Until another day, the soul lived!

Another night, a burning soul alight

No temple nothing was felt...

Only a blazing soul!!!

The sole identity of the soul as if

Experiencing it manifold...

It is the experience of the blaze

Blaze, that takes you to Nothingness!

Observing everything and BEING

Attendance as if has been sought

Call of trepie rufous deafening the soul!

Sought by cool breeze, 

black drongo alights...

Black ash on earth 

"Death-rebirth," a call from soul was heard,

Reflecting ponds, a moment still mirrored!!!

Cross the bridge and take the turn,

Lively earth will welcome!

Blackbird, spreading its wing

on dead tree the soul discovered...

Enchanting, a glimpse it was!

As PEACE engulfed the soul,

Peace, when is, found within!

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A tale of a Soul – Part I

How do one explain things
that is in no control and decipherable
in ordinary circumstances…
Of winding ways and paths
that take you to a different world!

World, where everything twists and turn
from path to fields to lovelorn ways!
Place, which is wild yet very humane
real and pure… 

Where the need to smear
with the deep dark cold earth
feels and seems strong!

People look at you with recognition and awe
as if it’s not for the first time at all!
A motherly figure, looks into the eyes
Calling, “Ah! Come here my elder daughter…”
unleashing strings of memory in her.
Strict, stubborn and epitome of Love!

“Master of Logic and Wisdom,”
she has been known!
Unravelling, a tale long forgotten!
Eighteenth century queen
and mother to two beautiful princesses
she held close!

Of King, stuck to time and
matters of hometown!
Eldest daughter being his favourite
calls and seeks her wisdom!
Daughter who walked in confidence
 as if all place on earth was her…
Bountiful and lovingly,
“Amor, she was called…”

A daughter, who dwelt in nature
a brave warrior, she was known!
Her laughter, chimed in palaces
in gardens, pigeons of peace,
flew and circled her head thrice…

In such ambiance, she seems to have stood

such was the TIME, she has walked into…

A cry of battle often was heard
of subjects and smiling faces
gearing up for a cause!
Whimpering lips and rock still heart
all ready, to lay up their lives!
Saffron meeting the red
in valiant fights
a mark of tree, they say!

Cries of pain and agony
loud and clear was heard!
“Motherland! Hail Motherland!”
An echo, reverberating from the soul…
Of men who sacrificed for their motherland
with smiling eyes, punctuating their soul!
Fever unknown gripping the soul!

Much is to be said,
of what is a beginning, of an End!
Of tales, known and unknown to the soul
when fever shall grip the soul again…

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