In Solitude, I hear !


Gaped the tired restless eyes through eternity
piercing the silent whispers of the starry sky
hearing the conversation between the radiant moon and its love
throughout the emptiness,dwelt the heart in the ether of sky…

Reminiscences like fumes of incense
filled the air with scented memories
blooms of night jasmine smiled
at the solitude ,being alone and clear…

listening to the chords of inner voice
with the quiet atmosphere
resounded the night
directions of life to be taken…
Thence I find a path obscure
reaches which to the gorgeous moon in heaven
neither commonly traversed nor taken …

decides the mind, in accordance with the inner realm
The route of self-realization
which commands
real courage and valor,
to stand firm on every avenue
until the goal is achieved with perfection…

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Happy_Solitude_by_Manwathiell

 

 

Solitude within!


 

 

 

Sighed the tiny pearl within the shell

“I sit here in solitude, my friend!”

Life moves incessantly

without any interference

As I listen to the beats of my heart in seclusion…

 

What a chaotic world it is!

Disaster of mishaps and happenings

Silence is the jewel,I adorn,

When throned in the oystered covering…

 

Blooming buds,flying birds

Clouds moving

Seasons churn

Quietly I sit and ponder

about

the various changes of the earth.

 

Of what I learnt while inside

When quietness prevails the soul

Solitude is the gem within

That needs to be furnished with passionate glow

To be the precious pearl divinely charming!

 

“SUROOR OF THE SOUL”- A REFLECTION


Dear Readers,

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 mystical poems 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. ***

Love & Light,

Shaheen Sultan Dhanji

(formerly known as Blood Ink diary)

final book cover
Book cover

A SOLITARY JOURNEY


Into the depths of  the heart,

a  journey is undertaken in solitude ,

walking alone on the rough edges,

The sole gets hurt with piercing  pain…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The road which goes within,

into the dwellings of the stream,

whose source is the rich mute bosom ,

from where it flows endlessly with water  pristine…

is never traversed with anyone,

people around,or amidst the crowd…

the journey of  this kind…

is rare and occasionally  found….

 

But moments in life do concur,

 bring to light such endeavour,

when everyone has to map this distance ,

the gap with conscience, depth and wisdom…

to carry forth the life’s continous wave …

for ceaseless never ending ritual…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Destined it is for every soul,

be it now or later unknown,

groping in the dark some fall,

some get dazzled by the luminous core,

Varying feelings, varying thoughts,

according to the body and mind’s ball,

…Such a moment is sure to  begin…

when we stand alone on the path…

and set about  the  journey within …

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LOVE GAME


 

 

 

With changes like never before ,

My pen stops writing and abhors ,

The sense of vacuumness inside ,

The silent night on the seaside…

 

Waves rising falling again,

Still the sound gets absorbed someway,

In the hollow nights of pine,

Filling the soaked eyes more with rain…

 

 

Breeze touching and moving beside,

Just to remind the love tides,

Reminiscences of the times,

When your breath could be felt by mine…

 

The urge to submerge in those moments ,

when echoes of the heart said,

language and speech alike and same,

in the epoch of  eternal  ceaseless  love game…

 

 

 

Solitude


 

 

 

Whenever I think of you and the time when you were here,

My eyes get wet and are filled in tears ,

I sit and gaze at the silent sky,

Which is lonely yet sparkles like a fly…

 

 

 

The sky  today is filled up with stars,

all of them twinkling except who are too far,

Or are they the planets who just keep shining,

Changing their positions to keep the destiny altering..

 

Wherever you are in any corner of the world,

My world starts with your whispering word,

Life seems so incomplete  without your presence,

The stars too wonder what happened to the resonance?

 

 

 

Loneliness surrounds when you are not around,

But the lonely starry night makes me think aloud,

These moments of solitude granted to me,

Shall seek me solace ,If  I introspect within….

 

The noble river


While I sat on the banks of a river ….,

I felt my emotions driven  by,

 the flow of the white flowing water ,

amidst the  serene forest  nearby..

Deep down the river bed,

where the aquatic beings  dwell,

My heart dives in  and wishes to be ,

a part of that colourful cell …

Thousands of flora and fauna,

swaying in between,

oblivious of the outside world,

living in a dream …..

 

As the river gushes through,

valleys and mountains all new,

She  carries away my solitude,

leaving me completely anew..

 

 

Running through different regions,

Quenching thirst of everyone,

The river  absorbs their loneliness and fear,

till she  reaches the assigned  destination  …

 

Whilst I watch the river flowing,

vivaciously  forth,

Forgetting  the pains  and struggles,

that she ever had suffered..

Precluding  the sorrows of the ones,

  who came to her  recourse…

The noble river accomplishes the

purpose which is  exclusively  hers..