Learnings, Triumphs, Transformation.
Transcendence is curated in solace yet it is relational. "all within me" "Immanence is cultivated in closeness of relationship; with the aspects of relationship which produces unity or a point of identity." "How will I reach?" For if, there was no one to see, Would you still dress? For if, your scent or stench couldn't... Continue Reading →
"What if the soul could detached and refuse to connect to a ruminating self. Then, would we stop self-loath. Is there still too much noise deflecting intrinsic wisdom? Is it the mere fault of focus that is stuck on deliverance and ignore soul's guidance?" This morning, The soul left self, It felt contained,... Continue Reading →
Confidence, Self-Belief, are just sounds echoed till we actively seek, To project and believe, A daily task to open shackles of doubt, To unleash potential and let it sprout, Each day, I walk towards it, Then I take a few steps back, To cross this channel, To dive a little deeper Almost there, Almost... Continue Reading →
Ever experienced musical embrace ? Where you don’t know the artist but you have never known yourself without the creator
Two parallel roads of life; A road of shortcuts, Curtailing every hurdle, negating all that's diffcult, Road of quick gratifications, Quickly satiating yet quickly forgotten, Reaching the shores, Something seems- left 'Unexplored' The long road is full of rubble, wait and struggle, Yet, it promises, dreaminess of dreams untold, Walking at it, I surrender to... Continue Reading →
I raise the idle hand, itching to make ripples in the lake, It pulls me, my hand, for forgotten games, It unconciously flows, Face-forward, it flows, Bend, open-fingers like a bowl, it tries to hold, Knowing that it wouldn't hold, it flows, Sending ripples of a message to absorb me in, it flows; Assuming a... Continue Reading →
I charge the muscles, I flap my wings, I soak my lips with assurance of plentiness, I tickle the quest to satiate purpose: This flight.... Yes, This flight will land me! where destinies reside, I need to ask, when, when, when Is that day? The day of my grandest flight; THE DAY OF MY GLIDE... Continue Reading →
As the moon eclipsed tonight, Stories come alive Tales of reinvention of self Fables of refurbishes ego Truth of living and loving As moon comes out tonight I burn that fear I finish that doubt I cancel that guilt And smile a smile of anew
Those who pay heed to their wandering often find themselves, Lost at will they know Losing ensures strong probability of knowing thyself - Rupika Moitra
Flutter and Glide 