Subtle gives of love

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Eleven years of relationship has washed away every marketed assumption of love. Every gross emotion had nothing to do with love. Passion and promise played their parts, yet it never filled the uneneding tunnel of wants. At the end of it, I was still standing alone. I wasn’t letting in

Scared, I wasn’t free, still.

As a counsellor, I understand how ego slightly creeps into it and asks ‘What about me?’ It’s all about me!! I have indulged, I found myself in highlight but i didnt find meaning in me. Here’s what I  have learnt up until now amongst all illusions ………….

 

The presence of warmth of early morning sun,

When it flows, it clears muck

Spaces some, reserved for fun,

The inner child smiles and run,

It wrenches and digs,

Twitches the gut in knots,

Pain broils in there,

Ready to erupt,

It sits to close in depth,

It brings it out with  a tug,

We push it away with all might,

It pulls back still covered in grime,

Still gentle, milder and wiser,

It’s the listener,

It plays with your perceived imperfection,

Experiences unique distinct- ion,

It sings,

I have heard it before,

The tunes of the UNI- Verse,

It spreads around in forms of kindness,

 

No pursuits of obtaining,

Fills the self like loving,

Only loving self, loves;

Will you give it to self ?

A chance to love- Self?

Love an other,

Imagine them with darts at your pressure points of pain,

Be terriefied,

Do it anyway,

Through it all,

Hope they aim for self……

 

 

Wash me away

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May tides wash away mortal-ness,

Each expectation, every ounce of greivance sweeped,

Amazement of unbound aliveness underneath,

May lessons of love be etched in heart so deep,

May knowledge be inked in minds concrete,

May the salts of sea rub away all ignorance,

May it tinge the skin, it reeks,

Purify every judgement, all misdeed,

 

May solace of poetic justice resides,

May the phoenix arise,

To earn the breath of eternity,

To fill winds with peaceful certainty,

 

Submerge me, dissolve me, surround me,

So I live to see,

songs on lips, paints on hands, Rhytmin minds,

Metal carved for pen not schyte,

Submerge so deep till I drown the burnings of ego,

May I hear chirps and rustles,

May hatred and angusihpass unheard,

smile in bliss

At the thought of this,

No wants or greed,

Collosal tides of hope consume worldly volcanoes,

I won’t rest for they stay dormant,

May the tides freeze them to freedom

 

Bye Bye Love

No talks about optimism, self -love, butterflies, yearnings and sunshine. Here, the deal is with raw pain, real fear, failure, hopelessness and injustice. There is no life without these- why throw them as obsolete..they have a purpose to sieve the greatness out of mediocrity. Cry it out. Let the hell break lose- why not “wars inside are not dependent on greed for materialism, wars inside release, unleash the woman or man you are supposed to be.

So stop hiding behind,

positive remarks and smiles of pain- and cry and hug a stranger tight. Stop being absent and confused by other’s pain.. They are feeding off of your..Cry, if you have to..be scared…be pessimsitic…be crass and then love when you can…But profess love when its pure… we throw word’ love’ to too often, we feel it too rarely

 

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Bye Bye Love,

You are infested by mediocrity,

You are dampened by responsibilties,

Empty are the lengths and breadth of promises,

You don’t exist without a dream,

yet  you crush with your ego’s vindictiveness,

You don’t have any gallant,

Come shamelessly, claim your vacant presence,

 

Bye Bye love,

You have no chivalry,

You can’t give without a bargain of receiving,

You borrow pieces from other love,

It’s an abstract of senseless mess,

Bye Bye love,

You lost the magnanimity of suprises,

Lost tombs of hopes

That could have sprung the fountain of youth, love and grandeur,

Now, you bring them??

They are poisoned with contempt

Now, the skeleton of dead love walks around,

and ticks to do list of robotic gesture,

Nothing is great, nothing worse,

It’s a flat line,

It’s suffocates

Purpose pinches hard,

Wasted a life,

Bye bye love,

You are addictive,

You grew up too late,

You missed the train,

You are buried here under expectations,

You are buried under cowardice,

You taste the fury and burn,

But love – you never come out like a phoenix,

 

The effortless powers devoured your own life

You are the master of your own ruin,

In the sweetness of your  tone,

Bid love adios,

 

Bye bye love,

Shine with integrity for free on a newly wed and newly met,

Give them all your  brightness and smiles,

Give them awakened moonlit nights

and long beach walks,

thoughts, suprises and smiles…

Go live with them,

Fill the space between them with grandeur

Adventures and sweet gestures,

Fill the hearts with song,

Don’t illude, give them hope,

Go live with them

Some doors are slammed shut,

Don’t knock on those,

Goodbye love

 

 

 

 

Coral reef and Consumerism

 

 

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Dear conscious being and lovers of writing,

I find myself constantly evolving with reading all your blog and attempting to write and experiment with all that needs a loud thump and voice. All that we come across, think about and never pen down.

So here it goes. It is october 2018. I am grateful for each day the sun shines and it was warm day worth being gratful for. At night, I am planning purchases to decorate a  new house and indulging online, tempting myself with a new wadrobe for festivities. Then, I come across a documentary on coral reef and how it is ‘bleaching’ and dying. Such is the contradiction in activities. My conscious mind is engaged in understanding aftermaths of a want based living. There is helplessness, depressive angst at how in matter of couple of year with collective increase in consumerism, there is a effect and a price that we are to pay and yet the lower mind is still on the phone -browsing. It took some active effort to stop the online browsing and feeding the want to constantly accquire and stop the voice that I have so strongly found that says I deserve it, I want it. It is almost convincing me that I need it to feel a certain way.  That is one october  night, one day and I wonder how much effort it is required to appeal to the higher self to take over and not pay heed to the man made efforts to constantly keep you acquiring.

There are many october nights to plan ahead- to ignore the false call of want and to break out of circle based on needs and want. Intellectually, It is easier to understand a deep void one is trying to fill. But each step in direction of altruism is heavy. Yet, awareness is a start. There are many october nights to plan and action. I cannot forgo personal responsibility of carbon footprint and waste. I own it with a heavy heart but I own it with loving kindness and a prayer for consciousness to seep in and stop us in the tract – when we are only focus on serving self. Let this journey be about ‘we’ in wellness not ‘I’ and illness.

May this blog be an affirmation and manifestation that our future generations can witness the grandeur of coral reefs. May they enjoy their odd october warm days atleast and may we not unconsciously take it away from us. May we have the courage to walk even a single step in direction of alternative energy, vegetarianism and observant of our carbon footprint.  May we extend a huge hug to Mother Earth for all that is provided to us in form of one less trip to the mall rather a walk to the beach.

May I visit this blog with a awakened smile of contentment at tiny step of change.

Please write your thoughts on coal reef and consumerism.

 

 

Words

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They whisper, They smile,

They sing silently like a soothing lulaby,

Some days, they torment like a nagging child,

I wake with them,

I sleep saying some,

Then, In dreams they come,

Like writing in the sky,

I read them above the sea,

I read them in clouds passing by,

 

I look for them in the backyard grass,

I stare at them in windows and glass,

But most of them,

I find  them in eyes;

In eyes with undeniable innocence and unspoken reserve of joy,

In eyes of animals, words beautiful beyond defines,

In eyes that shine with subtle, simmering passion,

In eyes of the pained, they shine,

In closed eyes dorwned in deep prayers,

words of gratefulness, they meant yet didn’t utter,

Words of forgiveness,

Treasures inexplicable,

Words of nature,

All incompassing, I pick from the breeze,

 

My treasure chest is open,

I open it for all to read,

My treaure multiplies with soulful submergence,

Some smiles, some grins,

I embrace the treasure with ink of soul,

I lurk around each of them, like a touch of lover’s fingertips,

They confound me,

Make me crave more.

I relive a passionate bout with them,

They play away endlessly with the soul,

Enticing me to find,

I forever, don’t seem to mind……….

 

-Rupika Moitra

Sip of Life

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Placing the crystal glasses for soul mates today,

I took out the wine feremnted in my yesterday,

To me,

It smells, oh so familiar,

Nostalgia in every sip,

Too strong for them, I presume,

I fermented raw passion of youth,

This wine was mixed with arrogance of invincibility,

 

So, I opened new bottle from present,

Discard the past!

Aloud, I hear myself say,

Only cherished memory and lessons stays,

Oh yes!

Subtle, much tasteful,

Now, my wine,

The stench of misgivings lost,

Some pride lost,

Careless assumptions strayed,

Abruptions, eruptions of hurt fizzed away,

It’s scented with an aura of openness,

A growing love of learning,

The fragrance pulls the senses,

This one fermented with much thought, much care:

 

Glad my heart, as they sipped,

Relishing my life,

My use is my utter delight,

My past, My present,

In sips came alive,

 

Next is our turn,

At our gracious guest’s table,

Would I relish or be discomforted?

When presented with their past or present,

I wonder;

But more so, I  hope,

They bottled them separately,

Sips of  their present and their past,

Eagerly, I sip,

as resplendence of  life awaits…….

 

-Rupika Moitra