Living Life Head On

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Take on the Waves by Pragalbha Doshi

When the life waves
Of agony and despair
Rise high in the air

Take them head on
For once, instead of
Escaping ashore until gone

The most arduous choice
Often results in
The most amazing rejoice

Let the wave wash over
A gift of clarity
It will cleansingly shower

A trust that is your inner knowing
Keeps you grounded
While as if almost drowning

Find yourself after
Like-never-before standing
Surviving and refreshfully thriving

 

P.S. Dear Debbie, please accept this poem as my contribution to ForgivingFridays.

The Weeping Soul

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Aged Beauty by Vikram Phale

We came to birth as babies crying
We grew up to live as humans smiling
Is there anyone else though
Who feels as if the soul is forever weeping?

No respite from this eternal seeking
That seeking itself is the source of ecstasy
The soul is as if the sage aged beauty
Wouldn’t want it otherwise just to make it easy

As the human yearns a sense of belonging
The soul knows what really is the longing
Is there anyone else who feels
As though the soul is forever weeping?

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

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.

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

Questions Answered

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Unfolding of Bliss

I was amused at these questions to me asked
I would love answering them
With all that comes to heart

You practice yoga, you still got sick?
You teach yoga, you still get mad?
You are a poet, why do you get often sad?

I practice yoga, not to be always blissed
I practice yoga to always be blessed
With the awareness of all that I feel
With my emotions often I reel
Sometimes feel them so deep and so swell
That is how I am capable of teaching so well

I don’t veil the humanness in me
To showcase the spiritualness in me
You can underestimate me
Or just try and converse with me

I am not always at bliss
I feel I know the way to bliss
I have tasted it, felt it
Stumbled on my way to it
Countless times!

I intend to keep going
You can count on me
To truthfully show you exactly how and where I fell
That’s how a true yoga teacher to me, I can tell

I am a poet, often express the woeful sad
I find all emotions in gratitude clad
Once all beautiful emotions become words
I feel the bliss of pure joy, nothing hurts

Life and yoga and poetry
People and emotions and sundry
All seamlessly blended and lived
And experienced and felt through
I am that person who can uplift you
While immersed in the trenches of my own life stew

There is a lot in life to look up to
You can come with me and I with you
I am a human permeable to all that is life
At times I feel I permeate all that is life!

 

Art of Creation

An artist picks up a paintbrush
To create a view
Knows intently each color and every hue

An artist of life, similarly
Picks up from a palette of emotion
Lends a hand to Creation
Knows each one very intensely
Pain & Joy, Anger & Love, Fear & more
In all their potency
Has felt them all to the core

Picks up on the shades of feeling
As they keep emerging
Knows exactly what would appear on the canvas of life

Both are very skilled at knowing
When to put down the brush or use some more …