Saturday, December 26, 2015

Be aware of old boxes, but try not to reopen them. Be aware of old patterns, but try not to awaken them.

The past two days have been immersed in the warm winter sunshine and a book that inspires me to write the like of it someday. Winter got defined itself, just yesterday and a day before. It felt neglected all this while, for it didn’t receive the acknowledgement of the wonderful month of December and the solitude it carries amidst the bone chilling temperature.
Today I gift my time, space and words, for that is all that I have. A walk down the memory lane of the year, that was, brings memories of the years that were travelled:

 I was a brook and so am the same.
 My existence, my darling, has not changed
For obstacles I conquered
And the ones yet to be seen
Shall be transformed through the power
  That you and I carry

As the year bids a farewell, wrapping itself for all that it opened in these 364 days, I wonder what the last five have left to offer?

Of all the moments I recall
The victories make me rise
For they incurred through the losses
Of time that suddenly felt lost
And life that felt bereft;
Today the sun shines
With its core with-in me
For the answers lie there
Where ‘I’ meets the ‘profound me’

With hope in my heart and courage in my mind, I stir forward, welcoming the divine, that has always been a part of all of us. Let 2016 be a year of expansion of worldwide Kosenrufu ( world peace, according to Nichiren Buddhism).
My wish for you this year:

The smiles are there to spread
For the hearts that carry strength
May you befriend your self
With all the faith that you have
May you reach success
For all the heights you see
May your health support your endeavours
That are waiting to come true
And may solitude be yours
Amidst all colours from black to blue.

26 Dec. 15

Sunday, December 6, 2015

Let us forgive each other for the mistakes we never did

The sun outside is up and about. It's up yet it takes time to get up from the blanket of clouds, much like I do. Staying warm inside with the memories of your bone breaking hugs and kisses is a priority this morning. If I release myself from this blanket of clouds, the sky shall feel at a loss and this heart won't get its due for the longing it always had.
The past for now recedes in its own time like the drawings we did on the wet sand, waiting to be erased by the waves when they felt ready to be taken. A peep inside the ocean that I'm and that we were brings along its share of treasures. I found some wonderful jewellery of letters kept along with the gemstones of pictures. besides that lay a box which was empty to hold but full of fragrances -of waiting, longing, caressing, encouraging and all those which rose everyday in love.
My hands drew away from those blessed treasures to a world that was much distant from yours and mine. Sometimes decisions in themselves carry an indecisiveness that they long to be freed from. I was waiting for my freedom, the one I mistook for being away from you, until the cells of my heart brought an earthquake of an infinite Richter scale. I had no ground to settle on as the one I had lived had crumpled. The one that I had begun to reside was soft and unreliable. I was shaken by own pieces that had been built ever since I came to this world. When the very parts which make you also break you, the existence for the first time feels real to be carried and questioned. That’s what I did.
If silences could weigh for their depths and profundity, then, mine were the heaviest I had ever carried. The rivers that flowed from the eyes spoke of moments so effervescent and fruity. The dams decided to break down one day, for the love in my veins could no longer stay as a refugee. It knew where it belonged...
I read somewhere "You can always go back to your soul mate" and I did. My apologies to you for the mistakes I never did. They led me to a home where I had left my soul behind

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