I am a Chain Smoker…

(The poem compares life with smoking a cigarettte and how I desire to have several lives to relish physical reality again and again.) 

Smoke is what I’m made of,

my thoughts are not bubbles,

they are circles, entwined,

entangled, rising up to die,

making me drear, for they

are born between the silence

of my breaths, with one drag,

or two puffs, here and there,

burned are my believes,

smoldering there, in that

ash tray lying underneath,

I smoked one third of my

snout without a doubt,

with its butt as my dream

which I held tight, even

on knowing that soon

my cig will be doused,

the butt will be thrown out,

and you will trample it under

your feet, but now I shall

breath my smoke deep,

let it reach not to my lungs,

but to every vein in my heart,

I shall not stop sucking it now,

even if an apocalypse wreaks,

one smoke can not sate me,

I will burn one more, coz I’m a

chain smoker, addicted to smoke,

I desire that my pack will not

finish till eternity…

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Frailty of Flirting…

That tingling and tenacious, half love and half mischief filled sensation, rising up from a corner in the heart, shaping and spreading, until it hits a neural cell in the brain, and then we flirt or fail! How many times you had a sweet bite of flirting and how many times you blew it off? A smile, slyly.

The desire to flirt is the desire to connect with someone with an adventurous outset that can end up tenderly or tragically both. It spawns when we see a person and he or she gently touches or roughly tickles a sweet spot in us. We suddenly start wanting to invade his or her decorum of personality and presence, and buy a ticket, with the initial conversation or act, to a journey of uncharted and fictional romantic experiences, and in a jiffy our imagination and fear both start to grow wings if she happens to respond with a smile, coyly. Victor Hugo writes it with a blatant charm,

“You are adorable, mademoiselle. I study your feet with the microscope and your soul with the telescope.” ~ Victor Hugo, Les Miserables

I wonder why our steps stagger, eyelashes flicker and body flinches at such a moment and we fail. It’s a matter of courage, such a trite answer! We fail because of the fear of the clash of our egos, the defeat on defending it, the unconscious disposition to be strategic in everything we pursue and the failing of it, the doubt in our ability to make a joyful and innocent connection, the lack of confidence in our sexuality, and the unwieldy rush of thoughts of expectations and rejection both, and many times just because one believes that flirting is against his or her ethics. Essentially, it is the lack of openness and the load of fluffiness that hinders us to form a true connection.

Flirting is bad, a nuisance, and a crummy way of treating people. Definitions and more definitions that have infested our minds! I wonder how a connotation brewed up by people and attached to a word can influence our intentions, howsoever genuine and beautiful they are, only because that word also pops up in our mind as soon as the intention does in heart. Then starts the war of thoughts, an epic battle between Should and Should Not, that our attention is so fond of and is fetched into in a trice. Flirting is not just passing rash remarks on someone or show of ones antics or a mean to quell ones neediness or loneliness. It is approaching and meeting someone as it is, with whatever is flowing in ones heart at that moment, dropping all the armors to defend oneself, enjoy the inception of a connection and let it go if he or she is not resonating with you and feeling coerced.

We are beautiful people and I don’t intend to call any kind of malicious mischief or derogatory doing towards anyone as flirting. In fact, flirting is an act of love out of an innocent desire to experience a human connection with some risk and some fun. It seems that the fabric which we are made of was first deeply marinated in the potion of love before giving it any form and hence what we attract towards is very unique to our fabrics but the desire to immerse in that oneness is immense and inherent in all of us and human body and mind are two consummate facilitators to it.

At the core, as consciousness, we are fearless beings, ready to take up any adventure, hence a desire can sprout in us even without our permission. After this, based on our societal and genetical conditioning of believes, morals, ethics and delusions we start to dampen or empower our desires. We must realize that desires are very powerful fractal of life and they are precursors to any kind of physical manifestation that takes place. Sometime let a desire arise in you defying gravity, feel it flowing through your spine, feel vulnerable at your heart when it reaches there, bear the bombarding of arguments of mind, burn yourself in your desire, and if it is just the spurting of your needy and lacking mind it will turn into ashes, otherwise what remains is a true desire, red and glistening. Feel the desire to flirt when it is there, and flirt, and get flirted too, enjoy both sides of the table. A grin, affectionately.

Can you see the beauty in flirting tearing the veils on your eyes? Lets approach and meet a stranger next time with a brutal honesty of intention and innocence. Lets not get strategic for a while and defend our masks, lets not talk things that we do to avoid talking things that can touch us deeply, that can catch us off the gaurd, in front of our fears, naked. Lets snuggle down in the lap of life, shed our pretensions, heal our imbalances, and our eyes become chalice of truth, face become a caressing invitation, words become mirrors, and the presence become perfume of love. Lets fall into the lightness of flirting without falling apart, lets succumb to that inborn calling for charm. Lets flirt some and fly some. Lets flirt just because we want to, for its simplicity, for the joy of it. Some beautiful lines from Janice,

“He flashed the warmest smile I’d ever seen, and my heart felt comforted. Maybe he saw my insecurities, my fears. Maybe he knew God still had a lot of work to do in my life before I’d be good girlfriend material. Or maybe, just maybe, he saw beyond all that and simply wanted to flirt with me instead of rehearse for the big night.

I did my best to relax…and let him.”  ~ Janice Thompson, Fools Rush In

A Little Light…

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A little light
the remnant of stars delight
hugs darkness and fills this night

A little light
invites us home to clasp tight
play in joy and pray to might

A little light
to celebrate our perspirations tonight
bursts the firework of abundance in our lives

I wish you a little light
to fire the lamps on your every stride
that leads to prosperity and paradise

I wish me a little light
that lightens the depths of my heart
to find the secrets I have never known quite

I wish the world a little light
to see the invisible weaving of love inside
that binds us beyond the word and sight

The splendor of little lights
catches this moment and place so caressingly
Wish You a Happy Deepawali! 🙂

Diwali – the festival of lights! Diwali is one of the most enchanting festival of India. Diwali, the words comes from Sanskrit ‘Deepawali’, meaning ‘rows of lights’. The Festival of Diwali is celebrated with gaiety and enthusiasm throughout the country. India looks resplendent on Diwali day as all streets and houses light up with traditional Diwali Diyas, candles and strands of small electric bulbs to mark the Festival of Light. Diwali Festival is supposed to lead us to the light of knowledge from the darkness of ignorance.
(Photo Credits: Divye Tela http://www.facebook.com/divye.tela)

Parents, Love, and Life…

Do you love your parents? If yes, that’s beautiful. But if you are faking it out that you love them, just because it buoys up your good personality or keeps your means greased while in your heart, deep inside, you want to blame them for so many things in your life, unconsciously, you are fueling a feeling of “rejection” inside you. I used to love my parents in my childhood, before entering into this complicated life, when I didn’t even know what did the word love mean because it was so natural and was the essence of living then. As the time rolled by, I got deeper and deeper into the abyss of life, struggling, pretending outside that everything is moving awesomely fine while fearing inside to pip out of my conditioning and know my heart and live a life that quenches its desires, a life that is extremely unique in its expression, not comparable even to the most successful or enlightened person in the world. Gradually, somewhere I started to relate some of my problems to my parents. It was very subtle, but it was there and a feeling of apathy towards them kept growing in me. The love and compassion for them was fading out while I was totally busy in my own bubble shaping my future, solving my puzzles and aloof of their pain. It was so difficult to put both I and my parents in my measurements and move ahead. Career, love, life, friends, search of meaning, social contribution, and parents among all of this, what a bitter concoction to taste, as it seemed then!

It might be astounding to know that most of us live very unconsciously, acting as per our programmed mind, struggling to fit in the patterns and deriving our dreams and desires based on the race we feel we are running in. It so happens then that whatever we pursue, be it profession, relationship or entertainment it becomes a mean to find a sense of completeness that we always feel we are missing within instead of pursuing them for the simple joy of their experience. A sense of neediness arises in us and we become slaves to our external experiences or expressions for our happiness without realizing that they are very impermanent in nature. This grips our parents too, and generally, what feels like love from our parents is actually their unconscious attachment and their dependency on us for their happiness. Sometimes their world becomes so constricted to us that they compromise their lives to fulfill our dreams and at the same time oppose everything that seems to be risking their sense of security in their relationship with us. In fact, parents have more share in our risks than our rewards. For an example, suppose you get a good hike in your salary, your parents get very happy while when you go and ask them that you want to go for sky-diving or you want to marry a girl or boy whom you love but they hate, they will stand on their toes to prevent you in doing so. Though their intentions are never bad, they are always as innocent as they are, but without awareness even those prove to be lethal and act as a bottleneck to what aligns to your true desires. At a point this nosiness and clinginess starts to evoke a sense of rejection in us towards them, that’s why we come to know so many cases, specially outside India, where people leave their parents altogether or put their aging parents in outside care facilities. What happens to our capability to love and be compassionate in such cases? I wondered sometime ago.

What should we do with our parents then? I was troubled with this question, and for the fear of being frazzled of not being able to find an answer, I always avoided it. How could I forgive them for all that they did and do unknowingly? As a human, I did not have enough compassionate space in me to accommodate them. I could not love and accept them as they were with all their silliness and infatuation for me. I tried to love them, but love is such a deal that we can not force it, we can not pick things and start loving them one by one because then it becomes a matter of maths and we are always going to leave few things in counting. We can find love only within, love that is all encompassing and then it does not remain a commodity of our entertainment which we keep losing and finding every once and while. If you allow me to digress slightly, I would say that it happened only when I turned inward out of some fierce life situations, which now in hindsight seems like blessings, and realized the completeness and spaciousness that I already was, that my whole perspective towards everything and my parents was shifted. I felt a sense of oneness among all the things, and found them to be very unique at the same time. Realizing the fact that from absolute perspective, everything is a play of consciousness, life became less serious, but at the same time, from relative sense, I knew that we are here to participate fully in life by being open to all the aspects of our humanness, be it happiness, sadness, anger, hatred etc. Everything that is happening in this world is already deeply accepted by life, otherwise it would have not even been happening. But it does not mean that we should become zombies and become unable to respond. In fact, when we are aware of us as consciousness and also know that we are breathing and engaged in life in reality we become fearless to participate in it and are also gracefully endowed with all its innate qualities like love, joy and peace, they do not remain something to chase then. With only this change or rather knowing my true nature for the first time, my feelings for my parents were alchemized drastically, all the rejection was swallowed by the compassion that flowered within, I started to listen them more than reacting, the pinch was changed to pleasure and I started wanting to be with them and spend some beautiful time together. Yet there was an inner freedom to pursue anything even amidst all the expectations and resistance they were trying to impose. May be initially they will feel disappointed if I break their expectations, but with time they will know that I’m more with the truth and I have changed, and I still love them, even more than before. I can be with them or without them, it becomes a conscious choice based on my heart calling, it does not remain a compulsion because now I know that what is good for each of us is also good for the world. We are not existing here independently, it’s all weaved in one, connected, tangled and functioning with an unshakable harmony.

I love my parents and I love everything else too. Life is happening here and now, as it is, beautifully and beatifically. Don’t resist or repress anything, wear an attitude of brash openness to your thoughts, emotions, events, ideas and actions and they will start to fall in balance as they come in close contact with life. We must realize that we are not here to “fix” our lives, we are here to enjoy it with all its shades. Sit with your parents sometime, shedding all your ideas and concepts about them and touch their innocence. Get consumed sometime in their love that is beyond their words and intentions. Can you open your heart beyond your imagination? Did something knock in your heart reading the lines below?

“Love Your Parents. We are so busy growing up, we often forget they are also growing old.”

Grace.

The Inner Scent

It’s the smell of our soul. It’s the fragrance that guides us to choose a direction, every moment. Lost in it, we come to taste our humanness and non-humanness more intensely. It’s a marijuana that frees us from the maze of mind and teaches us to use it beautifully. Even a whiff of it can strip us from our outer garb of untruth and intrigue us to find truth. It’s the panacea to our psychological sufferings. More we find it in us, more we find it in others and more we realize that it’s all the same. Alright, enough of being poetic, let me tell you this deal is very raw and real, just that presently we remain so sucked in in our minds that we immediately take “us” as our “mind” and refute anything that seems to be shaking this definition.

Though occasionally we are graced upon to taste this scent. Sometimes, when we fall in love with someone or something, sometimes when we have a chance to squeeze a solitary moment to read a book when it’s raining and sometimes when we have a heartfelt talk or time with friends or family. And, after that we wonder why it passed so soon and we are back to the tortures of mind. But the memory of joyful experiences sticks and we keep struggling and repressing all the thoughts and feelings of fear, anxiety, depression, meaninglessness in a deal to clench it back! It’s a very simple “realization” that by doing it we further build up on our existing “imbalances” instead of venting them out and that’s the moment when we become open to whatever arises in us at a moment, thus releasing our imbalances and falling in alignment with the life whose nature is, essentially and innately, love, joy and peace. Even the aspects of life which seems unjustifiable and agonizing from limited perspective of mind can be seen as an act of grace by life when we grow in awareness and come out of our deluded thinking.

This imbalance in the undetachable aspects of life becomes the cause of resistance we impose on our everyday actions and decisions, and thus blocks the effortless unfolding of expressions from and experiences for us. Wondering how we conceived this imbalance – it is because of the unconscious living we have been into till now. When living unconsciously we tend to think, feel and act based on the conditioning and programming that is layered upon us by society, peers and surrounding and thus suppressing all the natural responses that emerge from the deeper intelligence of life. It so happens that we start to take them as “norm” and never challenge them even on receiving several wake up calls through fierce suffering and life situations. At this point it becomes a matter of attitude, and when we choose to set on this journey of finding truth we realize that it’s not about tussling with the life, but coming to a friendly term with it and becoming an effortless participant in the change that is already happening around us constantly and unstoppably.

Life is a balancing force and when we come in contact with it with all our vulnerability and fears, it balances us as well. Though it is not a sweet ride, we come to meet our fears unshackled, our ego is pounded with hard punches and all the attached realities that are not harmonious to our true nature crumbles down so that the seed of a new way of living can be planted in our heart. Our “relationship” with everything, as gross as people, objects and events and as subtle as thoughts and emotions is shaped in the mold of spontaneity. In essence, the inner freedom we attain lets us engage with physicality more vibrantly, but before that, for a period, we need to consciously dedicate ourselves to reach to a balance and become one with the life as it flows.

If we relax and observe our thoughts for a while, we instantly realize that they are mostly repetitive or fearful, either dwelling in past or planning for future. Their movement in the mind is so torrential that we have no gaps to see ourselves from a distance and for the life’s intelligence to creep in. Without a moment of relief we keep “reacting” to our outside instead  of “responding” to it from a deeper inspiration. From this realization we come to understand the importance of reducing unnecessary movement of mind by relaxing and letting go of our addiction to get our “attention” or “awareness” trapped in a thought as soon as it arises. With time our awareness grows stronger, the older perspectives about love, relationships, work, society etc. break away, and we become open to life as it unfurls to us.

On observing the nature around us acutely, we can easily spot a smoothness in its working. It is not struggling to be and there is an unmeasurable intelligence, incomparable to our mind’s intelligence, running this universe. Since we are also part of the same nature, we are also, without any prejudice, “selected” to receive it. Only with this realization our perspective starts shifting from that of “struggle” to “effortlessness”. All our actions become tinged with a sense of relaxedness, in both when we are active and when we are lounging. Though for sometime, we need to relax consciously for the life to do her act of balancing without any friction and free us from our “stored” imbalances in thoughts, emotions and perspectives. On this, I love the following lines by Franz Kakfa,

“You need not leave your room.

Remain sitting at your table and listen.    

You need not even listen, simply wait.  

Become quiet, and still, and solitary.        

The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked.  

It has no choice.        

It will roll in ecstasy at your feet.” – Franz Kafka

In this post, I’ve expressed the essence of my experience and understanding till now and in future I will detail out some of the pointers above. Wondering why I’m writing all this? Honestly, my intention to write is coming both from a place of deep inspiration and my “ego” to impress you. As this journey will roll by, I know the words will come more effortlessly and inspired from what “I” as consciousness wants to converse with “us” as consciousness.

Grace.