A Fall in Love

The girl was recently married to a handsome & cheerful guy. She was now a proud wife and he was his loving husband. They stayed together but they could not know how deeply they loved each other. They shared a house, a bed but both of them were unsure of their feelings for each other.

Most often the means and manners to express our love fall short in capacity and range and depth. Many a time we love so intensely but we cannot or will not express. And sometimes we express but we express reluctantly and the natural spontaneity of our feelings of love gets curtailed. So it is always a perplexing question-“How to make someone feel your love?”

‘The deeper the love is, the dumber it appears’- And so it happened in their case. The wife loved her husband intensely but she did not know how to communicate her love. Likewise, the husband also loved the wife more than he loved himself but he did not know how to express all his feelings for her. A thin wall of some hesitation was perhaps there.

One day, they went on a motorcycle ride. The wife sat behind the husband. The road was extremely bad with a good deal of potholes and crumbling edges. So the guy had to maneuver a lot to maintain the balance. The situation still worsened when the clouds above gathered their fury and a violent and sudden rain lashed at them. The speed of the bike reduced considerably but the young couple did not stop. Now the potholes on the road were filled with water and made biking more dangerous. Before they would stop, there was an unfortunate slip and the bike lost its balance. And the wife, who was sitting behind, did not care a fig about herself but held her husband tightly and helped him to maintain his balance. The bike had now slipped to a distance and was laying flat with one wheel still rolling. And the wife was fully covered in mud and somewhat injured. She suffered the injuries because with her soft hands she wanted to hold her husband in balance and, as a result, she fell on the muddy and rough road more severely. The husband was saved from falling down but her wife was still on the road looking like a deity made up of mud. She smiled most complacently when she saw the man uninjured and unhurt. But the husband was on the verge of crying. With his both hands, he lifted his wife from the muddy road with utmost concern and deep love. He asked, “Hey! Are you alright?” The wife had crossed his hands around his neck and gave a nod and a smile with contentment and serenity. The husband felt that there was a violent explosion of love and he was lost in the deepest sense of gratitude for the lovely lady. It was a public road and the mini accident had already gathered a good number of onlookers but he did not care. He had forgotten himself in the avalanche of love. He held his wife tightly in his arms. His eyes were now closed and his voice was chocking when he uttered, “I never knew that you loved me so much. Now, I cannot live without you. You are my life, dear.” The wife heard those words, with her eyes still closed. And her face beamed with a heavenly happiness.

One fall from the bike had resulted the most beautiful fall in love.

N.B. Boyfriends/Girl friends/Husbands/Wives are advised not to adopt falling from moving vehicles to intensify their love-lives. It may prove dangerous. All the actions described in the story are conceived under the all-powerful and expert intervention of a writer. Real life may not provide you that SAFETY-VALVE.

A Mad Poet.....

Goddess Saraswati played the veena and the poet’s room which was profusely leaking because of a dilapidated roof and sinking walls was now effulgent with a divine glow. Waves after waves of supernaturally beautiful melody gripped the environment there. And the place now looked temple-like, pure in spirit and glowing in divine. But the roof was still leaking and the walls were still sinking

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It was true that there was no splendor of wealth but there was the conscience and the splendor of wisdom.

The Poet who was so frustrated and who had withstood all the kicks and death-blows of the mercenary world for so many years now felt a divine calmness of the supreme order. It was the flower of his life-long pursuit of connoting the transcendental. His quest to realize a new direction of thought and life’s movement was at last garlanded with a divine spark……..And he sat with his pen with a view to signifying the transcendental vision that had now awakened him. But he stopped his restless poetic pen and became absolutely silent because he could sense very well that any display of a transcendental spiritual experience was utterly valueless to the world around him. He put his pen in a plastic case and felt more liberated and blest. 

It was raining for the last 20 days and the sun was caged in thick clouds. The day looked like the evening. Gloominess prevailed all over. And the poet now strongly felt that his inner spiritual wealth had qualified him for a higher world. In other words he had now learnt to live by the standards of a divine world. He now felt that he was a member of another world that is ever pure and esoteric.

With all these inner changes, he suffered many outward changes too. Now he felt everything so intensely that he would cry often……He would feel happiness so intensely that he would smile, then giggle and then roar in laughter. He got a spark of divine knowledge and that was beyond the comprehension of people around him. He would see that the world is transitory. And he would cry at the modern men’s frantic and breathless run for material comfort…….His feelings and emotions were now unpredictable just like the forces of Nature …….. He tended to become a part of Nature. Moreover his very nature attained Nature-hood. He became more and more like the waves of a sea or like an unpredictable river or like a sudden/violent gust of wind. And he achieved that state of consciousness-TO BE ONE WITH NATURE……….AND he was amazingly happy in his inward world. He now belonged to the nature and the complicacies and the anxieties of a modern man were no way traceable in him………He lived by the standards of a divine world and the people around him now called him: A MAD POET.

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.”