A friendship day awakening....

Friendship is a flower of the soul,

A rare Spontaneity and sparkle

Of letting yourself known

In the heart and eyes of someone till unknown.

It suddenly starts with a genuine smile  

Speaks in life’s most melodious style

And says, ‘I love and care always for you

Because I understand life with you.’

A friend is who sits with you for a while

Speaks not anything but gives a smile

And slowly one river mingles with another

Flowing together limitlessly, just farther and farther………

An inward Journey

Already 5 hours had passed by. And it was the 6^th hour. Mr. Jyoti was still inside his room. And all the doors and windows of his house were bolted from inside. That day, something had happened to Sri. Jyoti Shankar and as a result he locked himself in his house. He locked himself out from the world.

When the world is hot like a frying pen and it roasts us like fish fillet, we turn to divine intervention or withdrawing ourselves inward. And today he had set out in an inward journey. His eyes were closed and he sat in a meditative mood. He sat alone. He had closed himself within himself because he saw only pitch darkness outside. Behind all his obsequious/glamorous smiles he could discover only the pangs of a shattered heart. So he needed a healing from inside. Outer consolation was utterly ineffective because inner hollowness never fills up by outer consolations.  

So He dived into the innermost pool of his life. . The inner journey was not tiresome. It was rather refreshing. The journey watered his roots with the elixir of life. And he felt light like a flying butterfly. He found an inner treasure of love. He loved himself because numberless times he had been broken into pieces and all the times he had risen like the phoenix bird. Gathering the scattered fragments he had always reconstructed his former form. 

Today that reconstruction took place so there was the TURNING IN. And this turning in had always enriched life. The clouds of confusion subsided. He felt no more dependent on the delights and consolations from others. He understood the inner splendor of his soul. And that turned him into a SOURCE of joy. He was no more a beggar who begs the largesse of others.   

He thanked the SUPREME for endowing him this amazing inner strength of resilience. He felt the aura of an inner light which lit him up with the realization that he was an undying spirit and the infernal machinations of the world could never hurt him.  

He slowly opened his eyes and got a heart which was now full of happiness. The springs of self-appreciation had made his heart fertile and he now opened the doors and windows to spread light although there was pitch darkness outside.          

A Genie of Happiness...

I am old. My skin has wrinkled. Expensive Cosmetics and thick make up can also no more fill the gap. My hair is all grey. Now a grinning ghost of loneliness dreadfully haunts me. That I am old is constantly reminded by my shaky limbs. I will go to the dust soon and the wait will end soon. But none is there to carry the bag of bone when my days are numbered.

Now I desperately want a “May-I-help-you-genie”. Where can I get it?  

I carried my old and decrepit body to the biggest store in the city to get a QUICK GENIE of that sort. But I was late. The store was closed and a huge invulnerable lock was dangling on the doors. But the shop keeper was there. He was sitting on one of the steps that led to the shop. Looking at me he asked, “Have you come for that wonderful GENIE?” I nodded my head in affirmation. Now he smilingly extended his hands at me and asked for the keys of the shop. I was astonished and confused. “How can I have the keys? You are the shop owner and you ask for the keys to me.” I bafflingly reacted.

He was surprised and told, “Don’t you know this special shop having the genies of HAPPINESS opens by the keys of the customers only.” I was bewildered and stupefied. He continued, “The people who adopt KISSING instead of BITING, who adopt COUNTING their BLESSINGS instead of ENVYING and who adopt HELPING instead of HURTING are presented with THE KEY that opens the door.”

I now looked at the dangling lock on the shop and understood that MY PAST WAS IMPERFECT and so the remaining FUTURE IS INDEFINITE. And all it happened because I did not PRESENT the BEST in me to the world around me when it was possible. And now the world showed me THE LOCK and did not give the KEY of HAPPINESS.

On my return I looked back and gave a last look to that amazing shop with that ever-waiting shopkeeper. My eyes now fell on the glowing sign board of that shop and it told, “AS YOU SOW, SO YOU REAP.”

AN ANGRY WRITER REPENTS……….

Today I genuinely repent. I repent because I scolded a young girl and she cried. I caused someone cry and now I feel horribly guilty. I did not commit suicide but I felt suicide-like suffocation……..Those hot lava-like tears from an injured heart snatched my spark.

All know that it is a deadly sin to hurt the sentiments of a fellow human being because all human tears have their roots in a bruised heart. I knew the simple truth but I became a fool. My anger made me an absolute fool. I got intoxicated with the opium of superiority and was mad with ANGER. My tongue spoke faster than my mind and conscience was thrown to the ditch. 

ANGER is one word short of ‘DANGER’.

It was too late when I realized my failing. Apologetically, I hugged the girl, consoled her, and wiped her tears. She told me that she was alright. But the matter did not end here. Wherever I went I saw her crying face haunting me like a demon. Her tearful eyes and anguished expressions attested HOW BAD I AM. I was eaten up internally. And I could not be at peace. I lost my balance. I lost my balance because humanity and love are the foundation of a happy life but today I had given a death blow to my roots. And the result was a restless, haunted, ghoulish, hollow man. The clear life-enriching waters of a divine spring called CONSCIENCE was embittered with the POISON of ANGER. 

AND THE ABOVE FEW LINES ARE AN ATTEMPT TO PURIFY THE CONSCIENCE ANEW………..by the writer himself.

The heart is a bloody think