Few hours from now,I shall be flying to my homeland on a vacation.
Returning to the homeland after a year is very nostalgic. Things which have been missed shall appear on the screen of memories and meeting close friends and family (families) will become the highlight of the trip.
For now I wish all of you a wonderful time and am really sorry that I wont be able to catch up with all the blog posts and blogs even though I shall try to ,whenever I can spare some time and of course! get the internet!
I will keep on posting in between whenever there is something interesting to share and obviously coz you all should not forget me while I am on a hiatus! 🙂
Meanwhile you can go around with my old stack piled up since ages here!
For the big news, my book shall be out at the end of July and I will post the link as soon as it is made available for distribution and sales.
For nominating me for these bunch of awards. Iam merrily enjoying the swing of these beautiful awards which are a token of love from them.Since it has now become very hectic for me to post an award,I tried to combine all of them here and yes forgive me for the rules.
Just few days left and I will be off to my vacation which would mean a hiatus from the blogging for while! But before that I had to post this to express my gratitude towards everyone and to share my love with the rest.
Special thanks to Ajayji for presenting different and beautiful ones like the ” ROSE OF KINDNESS AWARD” & “THE LOYAL READER AWARD”.
I nominate the following bloggers for the awesome awards :
In the early part of year two-thousand-thirteen, Ms. Soumya Vilekar and I discovered each other through our respective writings. At that time (as some of you, dear readers, may remember me!), I was an author at Word Press under the ownership of ‘ Blood Ink Diary’ – a narrative of my inner and outer climate of mind that mingled culturally, politically, socially, artistically and spiritually reflecting diversity and contrasts of various genres in expression — my blog was polar opposite (in theme) from Soumya’s spiritual quest- yet, there resonated and embodied an attraction for the others’ writings. Hence, a journey commenced between the two creative minds, a dialogue marked its’ significance imparting her own unique ‘ Suroor of the Soul ‘ (Intoxication of the Soul)- a poetry book prepared to share the spiritual faculty and the isolated jubilees of the inner realm. The title of the book was an interesting incident, for, after frequenting each other’s spheres, I had left a comment of appreciation at Soumya’s space and gifted her a humble oil painting that I had titled ‘ Suroor ‘, thus, was the inspiration that ignited Soumya to pen the magnificent volume. During the same time, I had deleted my blog for other creative pursuits, thus we had lost contact for short time, when, suddenly I received an email from Soumya requesting if I would fancy to include few of my mysticalpoems and to pen the foreword for ‘Suroor of the Soul ‘; needless to say, I accepted her request – thus, the duality of our personalities play a symphony of its’ own tune through the lyrics of our individual soul that can be explored in the pages.
You may be intrigued and probe as to why the execution for such a subject – ‘ the soul’;
simply, because the human minds are so varied, intellectual standpoints thus wide apart and emotional temperaments rather different, or shall I say, unique – that on these grounds alone we tend to isolate our Human and the Being that completes us as one. In a world marked with extreme desire for material consumption, the materialist forms a destructive alliance with the egoist and the shallow-minded, both attributes silently perforating inside him and when brought face to face with these two ways of viewing himself and his external environs, man finds them opposite and incompatible, markedly conflicting and hopelessly irreconcilable – thus it is quite possible for man to synthesize such an alliance developing a divided self – the soul often remains a mystical attraction if man does not cultivate the immense motivation to ‘seek’ the metaphysical reflection and mystical revelation of Reality of God.
Henceforth, what is the ‘insight’? If reality exists anywhere it must exist in an irreducible infinitude, though, such an assertion places beyond ordinary finite perceptions; only a transcendental insight is therefore beneficial to bring man into an intimate relation with his soul — whosoever truthfully and without superficial attempt at seeking shall witness the metamorphosis in its’ due time, when the ‘ego’ surrenders and humility perfumes the soul, a catharsis translates the silent movement within a human-being, opening a solid frequency embracing faculty of immediate insight. Ah, but of course, in one sense insight is a synthetic faculty, for, it mingles and blends with abstract reason what the intellect shan’t fully grasp though recognizes the full mystical emotions that are contained, combined and yet transcended in the philosophical insight.
‘Suroor of the Soul’ is such a book, that, smoothly transports and carves a path to Illumination – a veritable emotion turning around at the base of the whole consciousness. Our purpose is to ignite an immediate oneness with the Ultimate by a flash of desire to enlightenment which effectively removes the debris of doubts and ignorance for ever. Our combined vision is such that a reader would traverse within our souls’ parameters and glimpse for a tremendous and scintillating revelation to the man that it shall leave an ineradicable impression on his minds’ – soul and commences to probe the dazzling question of both his corporeal and celestial realms. Nay, it would be rather absurd to read the book and attain a deep frequency, for, mostly the aspirant toils for long wearisome months and perhaps years amid disheartening and monotony, howsoever, the book is a fragrance of connecting to bliss and the ultimate happiness — to surrender and annihilate the ‘ego’ which stops the cultivation to submission to discovering the layers of our soul. Just as in philosophy – thoughts are solid and more reasonable because it is more balanced, such a similar discipline demands man to action if he is to practice an equilibrium of mind-body-heart-soul. Everything that hinders the Divine will’s passage through his heart and life must eventually be cast out – he would need to affiliate his lower (human) will with his higher (being) one; the two must be synchronized to work in unison.
‘ Suroor of the Soul’ is a jubilee in utter ecstasy. It is devoid of any religious rituals and customs, for, its aspiration is simply to touch a human soul. The dogma and doctrine expressed as form of poetry is that of esotericism, which is considered to be something beyond the veil that illuminates bliss that one encounters through sublime horizon that leads one to greater courage and inner happiness – which cultivates a desire for seeking the enigma; the interpenetration of Human and its Being. Nay, I shan’t write more, nor, can I compel you to read further into this book — though I sincerely invite you to explore the poetry. I shan’t command it, for it commands us. The better offering, therefore, is to become inspired, that is, to the Divine self within us — through our humble offerings to humanity.
***Note: I have used the male gender as referring to ‘man’/him – but of course, it is not to provoke any gender inequality as we are constantly made aware of terms. I have simply just written from the corridors of my heart hoping to cascade into your soul. Also, I shan’t take credit for the compilation and execution of the book, for, it righteously lands with proper credit to Soumya Vilekar for conceptualising and all the endeavours associated for publishing ‘Suroor of the Soul’. Similarly, it was a pleasure to have worked and known Soumya, as she is a dear and kindred soul. Am most humbled by being associated with her book ! Lastly, this article is not a formal essay about and/or the soul — I have merely touched a few areas the poetry resonates in-kind. ***
The mirror of life
distinct and clear,
the skin radiates
the milky white
of scintillating cleavage clear!
Alas ! The wondrous pattern
of life remains always hidden,
bedecked on your gorgeous back
it is a mystery forever...
neither it explicates
nor the reason of
fly and allude
trying to convey a message unclear!
there's no mirror at the rear,
the truth surreal
Paint a face of vibrant colors
virtually visible to every peer!
flipping I flewkissing your cheeksWith my soft wingsI fluttered and encircled youshrouding fromthe scorched rayof sorrow...wings of desireemergedA butterfly I transformed intofrom a caterpillar...
magical touch yours was the gift of loveI welcomedfrom the darknessI sprung ...watching you philander
and I being coquettefor your pleasure!
Written for Edward's blog: Romantic Monday
It hasn’t been long since the pathway on which she walked everyday used to converse with her.
The routine frequent visits of the people from the nearby neighborhood,the silent tremblings of the trees with branches brushing each other merrily and soothingly.The footsteps which left an imprint on the loosely scattered dust,the marks of some four-legged creatures that came wandering here during the night in search of prey or to quench their thirst from the nearby stream.
The path narrated innumerable stories of such trodden ones who became a pat of the lost track sometime for a moment in this life.
As if the path enjoyed the presence of everyone that had been on it once ever.
Its life revolved around the lives of the beings those came to its acquaintance anytime.
The strange bushes that looked wild and almost bended over the way to cover it half through its width were proud to be dominating the place of such varied interest.
The colorful violets,lilies,flowers of all fantasies peeped over and over to have a look at the most intriguing pathway.
She was the only on e who understood the language of the abstract .She could read the lines of thoughts that got drawn on the canvas of the existent path. The zig zag ones spoke loudly about every living being that had traced on to this and with fond or sour memories .
Few had cursed the one to lead them into dark entangling forest,some had blessed it for showing them the light after the prolonged darkness.
It all depended on how far one went on it and in search of what !
Seekers just went on without having a second thought,enjoying the journey and the feel of such a place that led them out of nowhere and took them away from the stress.
This pathway was an integral part of her life now.She started presuming it to be her guide,her mentor,which showed her the right path and opened new dimensions out of nowhere every time when she got stuck. The faith of the belief that the way always navigated her through the difficult times was amazing and mystical.
She had glorified the pathway in her own way and it accomplished the crown of its proclaimed glory!