Parallel Disappointment

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Photograph by Pragalbha Doshi

You are disappointed
Because I don’t envy you
I am disappointed
Because you won’t connect with me

We simply See each other
To intersect, not bother
It is our insistence
To be on the parallel track
In this ocean of existence

 

 

P.S. This post first appeared on This Glorious Mess on Medium

Flight of Success

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Photo Credit : Pelican in Flight by Atanu Chakraborty

When a bird soars high in the sky

What is it’s connection to the earth?
Is it aware of the height it is at?

Does it perceive the expanse around?
Does it perceive all the freedom surround?

Does it simply take flight in the light
All unaware of the ground below in sight?

Humans that dream of taking flight
Of what is called as success in their intention

When they do take flight in their realm

How aware and connected do they stay
To the ones they left behind in the day?

Do they become one with the height?
Not knowing any difference slight

It is the ones watching them who measure
The distance and the scale of the flight

Is this how detachment sets in
For the ones taking flight?

Silent Reflection

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Photograph by Pragalbha Doshi

This silence
This silence today
It is a rich one

This silence
This silence in this moment
It is full

This silence
This silence right now
It is empty

This silence
This silence quiet
It is a new one

Heart feels to the brim
Soul seeks nothing
Wisdom knows, this is no whim

My existence wants to stay still
Not reaching nor releasing
Words any don’t suffice or fulfill

All lessons learned until
Are to be made into living
There is no sense of striving

Being with myself isn’t excruciating
Yet this silence is something
That would want to unload some desiring

This silence
This silence today
It is revealing

There is indeed
A contentment underneath
A clarity from without and within

A Young Dilemma

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Thinking Man – by Vikram Phale

 

The Dilemma of Spirituality at younger ages and stages …

What is it that is in store for me?
This is a unsettling mystery to me

Why is that every person that I meet
Is just a passing lesson to me?

Is it possible to have a ‘normal’ life
And yet pursue the enlightened one?

And what would this possibility mean
For those who depend on me?

I wish they don’t suffer
Because of my confusion
Of what life is to me

If left on my own
I would live the path of a Seeker

For now I tend to forage
The source of truth, in the most mundane manner

There is fear though of getting lost
Or losing the ones loved most

Oh is there a possibility to cross this bridge
With one rope in each hand?
And not this heart-wrenching tug of war
In the relentless strive to somewhere reach?

This poem was first published on The Glorious Mess on Medium.
Thank you TrE of A cornered gurl for your kind support on this publication.

Recognize Yourself

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Recognize yourself
Before needing to be recognized
By anyone, in any way

Recognize yourself

That you are the center of your Universe
Yet, in the pulse of life, a mere particle

Recognize yourself

As the grandeur of existence itself
Yet, in the grandeur of existence, a mere corpuscle

Suffering

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Photo Credit: Vikram Phale

Suffering is a sweet poison
One that seems to come without a choice
It stings sharp and deep
While it releases the nectar of Truth
It ends only after it has revealed
What’s hiding underneath

Yes, you surely dislike it
It asks for a new way of being
Once you embrace it
It’s definitely more than sweet

Lot of times we dislike what we need
And need what we dislike
Suffering makes sure we choose
That which we Must choose

It cracks us open to the light of our soul
May you now play any role
Your truth will behold

Makes you wonder who chose who
You chose the suffering
Or the suffering You

What Stops You?

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It took a lot of growing up for me to reach there 🙂

 

So what stops you from climbing up there?
Who stops you? Even in your mind?
What play did you leave behind with your childhood?
What is the kid in you yearning for?
What else would be fun for you?

The entrance to the playground said ‘2 to 5 year age’ requirement
What do you do when you are pulled in, as if it is for you?
Would you explore the joy, the 4 year old inside of you, feels with this fulfillment?
What regret gets to finally smile, when you climb like a kid and reach the view?

So what stops you from rising anywhere?
Who stops you? Even in your mind?
What choice did you leave behind, for your adulthood?
What is your inner being yearning for?
What else could be possible for you?

The entrance to the grown-up life asked for your grit
What do you do when your passion for life pulls you?
Would you explore the joy it brings with the fulfillment of it?
What regrets would you finally shed, to live like the kid, coming alive in you?

So what stops you from being perched up there?
Who stops you? Even in your mind?
Up there, all lightness of Being
No concept of certain way of living
Sheer happiness in the moment
For allowing the simple pleasures
No definition, no lament

Really, what stops you? Even in your mind?