ADVAITA'S MUSINGS

Retrieval I hum the tunes, Of memories, Tethered to moments, Only to relive them...

Rumination Nobody is lonely in this world, Everybody is in conversation, Giving company to their own thoughts...

The Transit Every step is a struggle. A struggle towards destiny, Which ultimately ends up in the graveyard... In nescience of the extramundane...

Perseverance Serene are those plants, That live on, Even after getting trampled upon. With the grit to live, They survive like warriors, Even after a thousand cuts. The will to fight, Like never before, When adversaries rule the time, Climate playing havoc. The burning earth and the draughting sun, The flooding waters and the pouring rain, The icy floors and the flaky snow, Failed to deter the spirit within. Stumbling and being inerrant, They stand tall, Even when knocked down, Numerous times, To survive when surrounded by adversaries, Perseverance is the winner...

  I am, who I am You call me a slut, A bitch, A call girl, A prostitute, But I never become one, Without you. Why are you hiding your identity then? For fear of your image? Ain’t me having an image? You reveal my identity... Then why not your’s? Yes, I always get those tags, because of you. Then why aren’t you called so? I am a human being. I have the same mind, blood and emotions as yours. Then why use derogatory words against me? You are not superior to me, Nor am I inferior to you, But when I question you, You call me a feminist! Then I call you a male chauvinist! You needn’t be called so, Because, only if you think, That I am questioning you, And you abuse me for that, Then, you are one. You beat me. You say you have the right to. Do you beat anyone else? Then you are a habitual beater. Do you beat your equals, Who are as strong as you physically? May be or may be not. But you beat me, don’t you?, Just because you cannot control me. Mentally? So you need to use your physical st...

  Lies are no Phoenix! Feel it in your bones When lies feed the fire Become the beast The most devious one Spying and stalking For want of truth A lethal blow awaits Charring guile lies to death Yeah! Lies are no Phoenix!!

The star lit night Too many dreams, Afloat in the air Like the milkweed follicle Some lodged in the branches and thorns Some drenched in the falling rain And lay aground Some lay beneath the sands and stones Some, like ripples, blown in the air Up and down Carried away by the balmy and gentle breeze And tossed hard by the tempestuous winds Roaming in the company of oneself Flew far away into the oblivious sky Starring like a star that lit the moonless night Like- a dream, for a dream To be a dream so splendid It stood inimitable amongst all the odds...

Idyllic beauty While sitting in the garden so pretty, Came across my way a lovely butterfly, It flew from flower to flower, Sipping nectar even from the tiniest of all, Till it relaxed on my fingers. Enthralled by the presence, I tried holding it in my hands, But it slipped my grasp easily and eloquently, Leaving the buttery trace, A trace so colourful, That it left my eyes distinctly mesmerising, Which even left my thoughts so vivid... Penning them as poems and imaginations, The offshoots of my thoughts and emotions...

Masquerading Surrendering myself to sleepless nights, Painkillers failing to kill pain, Unmasking the mask I wear, Starting a deep conversation with the self, Life isn’t a philosophy to be written, I say, Rather, a philosophy to be carved out by oneself, Shedding the negativities you have in life, You start growing from where you left behind, The seeds of growth that you once had, It germinates from the inside to the outside, Evolving and growing as time turns out, Late is nothing, But never is something, A stigma to be broken, Knocking down the shackles, That once cringed you from budding, Watching the night turn day, Making new thoughts for the day, As every night is a day’s ending, And every day is a new beginning...

Oh! From heaven I descended, Set foot on an alien land, A prolonged struggle set in For familiarity in a strange new world, I came to terms with the virgin habitat. My journey commenced, For perfection in an imperfect world, Vague future beckoned me, The call, how irresistible, Signalled by the enticing beauty of a thousand rainbows. Uncertainty enveloped me, Vacancy absorbed the space within me, I was man-led apart by indecision, To choose between the native land and alien shore, I pulled myself together. I succumbed to the murmur of my soul, Streams of thought surveyed my past, I longed for the stolen solitude, Which I often casually cast away, I felt pacified and delighted. I responded to the call of fate, It strengthened my attachment and faith, Rejuvenated once more by a meaningful travel, It dispelled the gloom of doubt, Little knowing ‘tis the gateway to the Great being. Enlightening us all along, On our onward march to eternity, Breaking loose, ...

Musical musings There is music in the whispering gale, It is there in the flowing stream, That tells the tale of a bygone age, The music in the rapacious wind, And ferocious waves, Paints the picture of a feverish today. Music replenishes exhausted minds, With springs of rumination, That soothes and softens, An aggrieved soul, And makes sublime, an unfeeling heart, It kindles spirit in the dispirited. The musical tic-tac is an unwavering reminder, Of the future, so formidable and unpredictable, Appealing to hearts all over, Music transcends the limits of time and space, Transforming life into a symphony of syncopated rhythms...