The Ring of Fire

A nimbus encircling my secluded self;
Infused ink blue hue around the prodigy
I pettishly encompass beneath the blankets;
Relapsed and ruminated I bowed to her queries;
With a response but without an elucidation.

Clans, flesh and kindred, persona of my
Seclusion: hunky, ancestral and self defining,
They said it's my spinal nerves, stand for them,
Happiness is them, dependence is customary for
An Indian woman, she sacrifices and only burn herself.
Years of burning and the light's shade;
Crimson, pale yellow and then solemn black;
Now a circle. Lit a candle within me;
They said it's too bright, put off, be like a woman:
Unable to burn, I  yearned to open the windows around.

Reaching the patio and then the streets;
They blew, mouthful and in doses of storms.
The candle lit by the sparkle of the fire I 
gathered over the years only burnt, wasn't that
Enough to burn the halo? Could you see a rainbow
Around the nimbus? 

A Capsule for Happiness

Enmeshed in a world full of riddling opposites, we toil till we get tired in order to plot and plan for a painless panoramic image, where we think of fixing and framing our lives. Pleasure and pain, happiness and sorrow, profit and loss, victory and defeat, success and failure…one end of each pair is followed by another end that is capable of sinking one’s concept of happiness. Take a look, both the sides are not very different. How?

It’s because one of the two sets can’t exist without the other. We think something as pleasurable that the absence of other becomes what we think is painful. We just believe the world too much when it tells us we’ve lost, again we believe it when it says we’ve won. Do you see how it works? You can’t avoid the bad side of the equation, as rejecting the bad means denial of the good too. When we aren’t happy on any good that comes to you without sweating or suffering, that pleasure isn’t much. Similarly when we don’t love something that already exist in our lives, that pain isn’t much. Frankly, neither side ever lasts!

Accepting both the sides with the same sunny outlook could help you get over, but here’s another way of reaching your destination- reject both sides of each pair of opposites! Regardless of whatever you pick, you neither get elated nor depressed. You’re always calm, without any fear about failure, suspicious of victory, no sorrow over the loss of something, no anger at your rejection.’ Just do it’ whether your actions bring you rewards-or the failures- don’t worry. However disagreeable the work is, eventually it becomes your purpose, you will not worry about the results. The work itself will become the reward, and I am sure you will stop looking for the window seat.

This is the capsule for perfect and lasting happiness.

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;   
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;   
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,   
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;


If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,   
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,   
    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling too didn’t think different! Let’s cook happiness…

A Revisit to the Abode of Mahadev

Time for a spiritual journey! Most voyages and travelling by masses across the world is doubtlessly undertaken through the medium of literature. I have made my readers traverse around Thrissur district, the cultural hub of Kerala, many a times, specifically to its temples. A peaceful place, where your soul chanting Har Har Mahadev lets you mediate with your rights and wrongs, desires and wants is our destination this time. Brace yourself!

Thiruvanchikulam Uma Maheshwara temple is one among the ancient most, much visited temple which is believed to have been built by the Chera King, Cheraman Perumal in the 9th century. Located at Kottapuram, the temple is also an archeological site. One of the oldest, the temple after its inception is renovated only once, in 1801 AD after being demolished by the Sultan of Mysore, Tipu. According to legends, the Chera Shiva Saint, Sundara Murthy Nayanar set his journey towards Kailash( Lord Shiva’s abode) on a white elephant sent by the Lord himself from here. Cheraman Perumal followed him. The idols of both these personalities are ensconced in the temple along with other deities. The main deity is of Uma Maheshwara, represented by a Shivalingam, in the form of a half circle, said to be brought from Chidambaram Rameshwara temple, Tamil Nadu. The whole family of Lord Shiva, including Goddess Ganga resides here.

The temple is carved in traditional Kerala architecture, strictly according to Vasthu Shastra. The highlighting structure is that of Namaskara Mantapam with sixteen massive pillars. Carvings of elephants, gods and goddesses, murals depicting Hindu mythology, Shilabhallikas, wood and stone carvings attract many lovers of art to see and then muse at these structures. ‘Shankabhishekam’ on the idol(pouring of conch shaped flowers) is said to be Mahadev’s favourite offering. For togetherness among the couple, Dampathi Puja is also performed by the devotees.

Once you get back to the driver seat, after defeating the Pandemic, you can schedule a visit at your own leisure. Hope I could trigger your interest! Believe me, it’s a journey to Kailash indeed!

Immortal Beauty

'Beauty is truth, truth is beauty'-John Keats, Ode to a Grecian Urn.

Bathed in the light of my imagination,
Soaked in the cloud of truce and tranquillity,
Surrounding the aged palms and greens,
Lived a female cuckoo with a bubbling beak.
Her plaintive call, matched with a nightingale,
Suffused my innate sensations with glee.

Her song more like a speech for the day,
The day of realisations to a wandering soul.
Questioning on her alienation and beatitude,
The composition and the tone unmatched,
My belief, she became an instant mocking bird.
A while later she sang only to me.
Solitariness, no cause for soul's solitude,
Togetherness no reason to unsee and unearth,
The beauty in you and the things you see.
His presence is a phase momentary, beyond is by you.
Traverse the nodes, the lyrics you compose,
The tune of your tone, be just yours! 

On seeing a mate who just flew in,
She paused to resume her delightful voice.
Profound beauty is vested in love merely,
Love everything around, live every while you see.
A yearning mind for a loving friend,
Made me sing with her, beyond the bay, He heard me!
 

The Gita: The Inspiration

Remember this excerpt from ‘As You Like It,’

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.

Wherein William Shakespeare reduces the role of human beings into ‘merely players?’

A bibliophile would have already bumped into many such similarities. Just that I am giving you a case.

50 centuries ago, in the sacred field of Kurukshetra, while battling with his own brothers and Great Gurus Arjuna faces an impending doom in his heart, he feels dejected, just as a coward feels:

“Do you even realise what you’re asking of me? Slaughtering my own brothers, murdering my teachers-how can that be the noble or right, in any universe?” Arjuna argues with his friend and charioteer, Krishna. On his mission to make Arjuna realise his sense of duty as a warrior, doing away his ignorance, in a conversational form, Krishna recites Gita. Shakespeare seems to have inspired by this fragment of Krishna’s advice:

‘Nothing in the Universe, Arjuna, escapes the constant cycle of birth and death. Just like the earth, the Universe also has day and night, each lasting a thousand ages. At the dawn of each long day, all that was asleep comes alive in the light. Night falls, and everything dissolves once again into the stillness of the dark. They have no choice.’

‘But beyond the constantly changing Universe, beyond everything that takes birth, lives and dies, over and over again, is something that is never born and never dies, which is constant and unchanging. That’s the Absolute, Partha, that is where I live.’

Don’t you feel William Shakespeare apparently agreed with Krishna when he said we have little control over the script of our lives?

By the Littoral

Touching the swaying refection,
That the still water drew roughly on herself,
I Sensed a lookalike between the waving me and myself.
A feather touch all that's needed
To make oneself evanesce.

Did I hear her? I did see her...

The portrayal fragmentary to my eyes,
Looked whole for any bloodless eyes!
The perturbed life, akin my soul, pondered.
 Hours spent, questioning the meaning of
The similitude, more dissimilitude.
'The world of movement, the word for life,
The lifeless too move with you, stride with you,
How did you stop just to manifest my resemblance?
Look! Your sketch scattered over,
A part of you, did you wait for me?'
Dotingly, she asked me to unearth the silhouette
Of the figure she drew, of rainbow colours.
Then dissolved, just to disappear
The instant current took it along the salty water,
As if to remind me of my replica's instability. 

What is that she wanted to verbalize? I did hear her...

'Dear replica, the contour isn't black, darkened
By the smoky vision, you couldn't dip yourself 
In colours, take a dip, stretch the hues!
It may violently hit the shores, may sink,
May dissipate, yet won't dry up to be black!'

Who murmured within me? You?
I need a make over, for I need to be ready
For the next act, for endless scenes! 

FAME

What I wish for, what I look for,
Regardless of what keeps me run my race,
Is just recognition, not fame.

Where it comes from, whom it comes from,
From minds sincere to see the life in words
That I write, that I breathe.
Like a smoke whirling and dancing around the fire,
My thoughts lights and shades me up,
From the darkening clouds, clouds of greed.

The pathway folded in spirals, is long enough,
With a carpet made of red, to be rolled out,
Stood I patiently, devotedly, with my inner eye open.

The world is still of good souls, the ones,
Who inhales good air that evades subterfuge,
Asks me to pace along, rather tenaciously!



A Talisman’s Diary

An object, invisible within me, like an intruder to the sensitive me, reset my lost charm. Like a true friend, she initiated the transformation mission within myself. Just like me, she too was true, loveable but stern, bold yet determined. You can be at times crazy too, she said. Well, with whom was my next query. Her answer was only a wink!

Are you exploring me? Her response was only a smile. Turn back and you will see yourself…how you loved yourself and your loved ones! How you never bothered what others thought about you, how you always did what you thought to be right… how you believed in yourself and the super power above you who stood by you for every right deed of yours, how you always obeyed your conscious without paying heed to what others thought you to be. Can you change their outlook?

Being outspoken is your way, that is what one must chase without resorting to the cheapest tools of hunting one down! Life for life, love for love, hatred for hatred! My bewildered look gave her enough space to pursue her conclusions and she was right!

She never wanted me to nestle between my sense of belonging and the response sheet I received. Perhaps this is not what you deserve, she has been constantly turtling my disturbed emotions, you need to navigate your voyage to the right direction.

Where’s the shore? Who’s having the halyard of my boat? Is it tied or set free?

Finally she answered, your shore is the farthest because hook and crook is not your forte. The captain is a Major perhaps, but indeed he has your boat with him. He’s not egoistic and so he has let you sail free.

And my final question… hey true friend, are you a talisman?

Yes, I am within you, my charismatic charm has cast a spell on you, I am your own MIND!

THE DAY

The day gave my brain something to chew on.

Why humans are inhumane?

Why are they ungrateful?

How do they let go those who stood by them during critical times ?

Why and how do some people change colours just like Chameleons?

How can they be so pretentious?

At the same time how do they profess and preach about humanity?

What are the parameters of quality, to them?

Is it the self-proclaimed superiority of a superior Birth?

Can’t they use that complex for better evolutions?

How do they become so judgemental on you?

Why is it permanent in some blood that they are just jealous to see you happy?

After hours of repeated tossing, I just asked my brain to relax as I had an answer.

Time will stand by your stand, righteousness will succeed,

The wheel of Truth will slay Untruth, gradually.

In the third chapter of The Gita, Arjuna asks Krishna.

“You know, Krishna, sometimes men do terrible, sinful things, even though they know it’s wrong. It’s as if some unstoppable force is making them do it, almost against their will. What’s this force, do you know?”

And Krishna answered:

“This is the desire, this is the wrath, born of Rajas or passion.

It devours everything, it’s most sinful. This is the enemy-know it!”

The Pursuit

A shadow unheard, unseen, hidden
Behind the curtain of my bemused mind,
Heaped before my rolling black balls,
And then devoured by my self-esteem,
Waltzed up:Hey You, The Purpose and The 
Pursuit, your Aspiration and The Realm,
The Path and the Followers, Recognition and
The Rapport, The Outcome and The Desire
Is the  snaky track of The Path set?

Stunned at the audacity of the unexpected
Stroke, I tossed it to The Light inside me,
Placidly said: You Poised Lady, Your Pursuit
Is towards Paradise, The Hereafter. The Happiness
of your Soul! 

Worms can't degrade you, Faith is the only Key
to Unlock the door of The Paradise. Move On!