TODAY, MY SKY REAFFIRMS..

My sky is what I walk for
My sky is there I know it
My sky has colours I look for
My sky has depth I seek now
Its black is plain, its white is pure
And its grey has fixed shades
Having hues of different lives
To make for the one
That is my alter ego now
Sometimes, it rains wisdom
At times, it’s all about a joyous walk
Sometimes, it stops speaking
Though still covering me
Expecting me to look for meanings
In its colours, and their symbolisms
Thankfully, I say to life now, that,
Colours are again my soul elements
I knew they were called names
I know they made for varied thoughts
But for me, they always meant life
Black for personifying completeness
White for an uncompromised purity
And grey for definitive touch of them
My sky has colours with meanings
Speaking for my needs
They come to sit with me
When today refuses
Its transformation into tomorrow
Giving elements to my thoughts
Giving me the reasons
To hold up for the sky
That has been there for me
Yes, they complete me
And celebrate me
In my part of the sky
Disappeared into brilliance of black
But visible in subtlety of white
And identifiable by firmness of its grey
They sky is there, and I am there
And it’s not the day
When it chooses to remain silent
Its colours are in harmony
And the day is echoing the fusion
Ready for its journey into tomorrow
Though I didn’t call it today,
It has come to sit and think with me
Making it a special day for both of us
We are there, together,
Reading into one another’s minds
With meanings
So intrinsic to our existences
Today, like yesterday,
Looks like a new dawn
But with shared values of mutual silence
To live with the lives
And to go beyond them
Today, my sky’s silence reaffirms
That it is there with me, with my colours
In my several lives
In my living them severally alone
Yes, my sky was always there
But had stopped coexisting for some time
Draining colours of their depth
Yes, the loss was mutual, and,
Today, the silent communion felt that again

September 14, 2015: 35 years into the journey of ‘life beyond this life’..

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TODAY, MY SKY REAFFIRMS..

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IS A LIFE I SEEK..

Sometimes, I feel suffocated
And want to run away
But I don’t know the end
Even if I ask
Horizon is a mirage
That calls me in such moments
I want to be there
Even if I know it is not there
Time plays with me, sometime
Aggravating with questions
I had left seeking answers for
Sometimes, I feel so numb
To response to the excesses
That I let them pass
Going deeper inside
Not seeking many ‘whys’
Sometimes, I feel lost
By the maze life comes with
And I desperately look for
The way out
To a path, to any path
Hoping it will take me
To the horizon
Yes, it’s been a mirage so far
But the journey to it
Has been the way ahead
Because I know
Going beyond the end
Is a life I seek..
Beyond this numbness
Beyond the questions behind it

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AND I DO REASON NOW..

I did not know, then
It would go this far
But I was always up
For what was coming
After I felt the need
To go beyond in life

That was the moment
When for a period
I had stopped reasoning
Allowing my soul to feel
What I had felt once
Flowing along the flow

I started a journey
I had decided for me
Though I had forgotten
The path so known
That it looked so distant
That it looked amiss

I have come this far
Flowing unrestricted
And I do reason now
Listening to my soul
Taking life as it comes
Shaping life as I need

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DECISION

Still living that day
Like yesterday
When I had decided
To sit, to think
To go deeper inside
To make a life
As I had thought
To see the way ahead

It is my decision
To remain unsettled
And to live the feeling
Of the day
As it was just yesterday
The day when I felt
I was crying for an edifice
That never cared for me

I needed to look back
Into the time and its reasons
To try again to find
Why it was all so ambiguous
I would ask for answers
But why there were none
Yes, I still don’t have answers
But I accepted it on that day

What I did in my past
Was about my decisions
And I needed to go along
To find the reasons
For my decisions ahead
To set my soul free
To come out of ghettos
That had cropped up

The day when I realized
My life was still mine
Even if some decisions
Were not in time
When I felt
Even if I was wronged
I could reconcile
With what was dark

The decision
That gave me life back
The way I was
It asked to look back at
The days in past
Even if the darker ones
With reasons never given
To find the light ahead

I still live that day
Everyday
To own my decisions
Taking what all I say
To reason further
To settle
On an unsettling path
To see the way ahead

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ENJOY WHEN YOU DON’T GET MUCH ATTENTION..

“Enjoy when you don’t get much attention..
..but enjoy your own company..
..It is hard earned
..and the phase is a good hunting ground..
..for some hard earned wisdom.”


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ENJOY WHEN YOU DON’T GET MUCH ATTENTION..

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WHY ‘SEVERALLY ALONE’?

On domain name of my first blog – Beyond This Life – http://severallyalone.blogspot.in/

Questions and observations on ‘severally alone’ were always misplaced, unlike the ones on ‘Beyond This Life’ that had fair share of sincere observations too.

Observations like ‘severally alone or severely alone’ or ‘alone’s’ existence with the word ‘severally’ or ‘severely’ (for the whacky fellows), two words capable of greatly enhancing the effect (negative or positive) of the dependent word (in this case ‘alone’) producing highly innovative or highly routine explanations (in the mind of the person putting the question), were quite a matter of fun to listen to.

Yes, I never bothered my grey-matter to explain it to them (the whacky fellows). Those who could understand it got it in one go.

But I should say ‘severally alone’ did raise quite a steady flow of observations and questions.

Those who sounded serious in their observations and methodical in their questions, who well understood the etymological and practical differences between ‘being alone’ and ‘being lonely’, but still had no clear thoughts about what being ‘severally alone’ meant, I did explain the Kabir’s philosophy to them.

Yes, ‘severally alone’ in domain name of my first blog came from the teachings and philosophy of the 14-15th Century mystic poet and saint of Varanasi whose birth place and the shrine is very near to my house in Lord Shiva’s eternal city.

After doing my bit of explaining it to the people who deserved an explanation, to make things easier, for me as well as for my readers, I put a brief paragraph on top of my blog (Beyond This Life) on what ‘being severally alone’ meant’.

The way I see it from Kabir’s philosophy, here it is:

The best way to know the self is feeling oneself at the moments of reckoning. The feeling of being alone, just with your senses, may lead you to think more consciously. More and more of such moments may sensitize ‘you towards you’, towards others. We become regular with introspection and retrospection. We get ‘the’ gradual connect to the higher self we may name Spirituality or God or just a Humane Conscious. We tend to get a rhythm again in life. We need to learn the art of being lonely in crowd while being part of the crowd. A multitude of loneliness in mosaic of relations! One needs to feel it severally, with conscience, before making it a way of life. One needs to live several such lonely moments. One needs to live severallyalone.

And it has been pretty good since then. Observations and questions are still there but those who still ask in spite of my blog page explaining it clearly are very few.

For those, who know me and want to draw sadistic pleasure by linking ‘severally alone in blog’s domain name’ with some ‘victim of life’s tragedies’ sort of connotation, who has time even to think about them!

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BE THE DREAMING REALIST

Dream, aspire, think, feel free and be logical your way.

Dump the practical! Suck the methodical!

Don’t let the sleep deprive your dreams of its logical elements.

Unrestricted, unchained, be your own liberator, no one else can free you. Reality of the senses being untenable, incomprehensible!

Dream but don’t expect. Dream and fly with the flow. Dream and expect from you only. Everyone else is just as yours as the illogical dreams.

Personify your dreams. Weed out the dreams that are there to hurt only, dreams that are there to become illusionary only. Be liberated from their clutches.

Dream, unrestricted, unchained, but be in harmony with the voice of your conscience.

Be free, be with you, be with you in your dreams, make them your own territory.

Don’t let anyone deprive you of your dreams, of its elements, and of its logic for you.

Dump the practical! Suck the methodical!

Live Severally Alone. Look at your dreams the way you look at your life. Subscribe to your logics to talk to your dreams.

Make your own reality. Be the dreaming realist.

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