Moon and its romance have always fascinated me. We can talk till either of us is visible. :-) I can keep my eyes on it the entire night and no even the brightest star can take my attention away… such beauty this little circle has.
It happened to be a full moon night when I was searching for my dear friend and it caught my attention in a split of a second. Actually, I didn’t need to search for it even! It was right there, waiting for me, to have a look, to talk to it, to appreciate its’ flawless beauty... It was a full moon, with no part missing, making it a complete circle, as if drawn perfectly with a compass by a Professor of Geometry! ;-)
To add to its’ beauty was the aura surrounding it, protecting it from running away on its way to romance or from being hid as the dawn approaches… the aura made it all inclusive. It was one of the most wonderful sights for any eye. With the arrogance of a princess and an innocence of a child, it stood tall lighting the entire world…
The following night, it was not to be seen anywhere. It seemed as if the veil of darkness roofed it as well. After a full bloom, it chose to hide itself. It became a dark moonless night, a night where the stars lost their shimmer and refuse to shine in the absence of their lover. So strange, a moon doesn’t even have a light of its’ own and yet has the capability to lit the whole sky and the star, in spite of having their own luminosity, could not match up to that of the moon.
Starting day two, just an iota is seen. It seems as if it is playing hide and seek. It can feel it is being missed and like a naughty child, refuses to come but is looking from a corner and enjoying the scene where it is looked for…
A crescent is finally here. Slowly and gradually, it is a quarter of its’ size now. Well, a reduced size definitely doesn’t mean reduced beauty! It still looks splendid and give glows like a teenager’ face when she falls in love the first time. ;-)
Similar to a natural growth process, from a crescent; it becomes a semi-circle. It has completed half its’ journey and is in no hurry to reach its’ destination, for it knows the destination is just the beginning of another journey…
It takes its’ own time to grow and is nurtured well by the Space। Slowly but surely it gets to the full circle again, but not even for a moment, it compromises on its’ beauty and it takes no shortcuts to reach the personification of serenity. Unlike us- in a hurry always; forever running; it looks even if Heavens stop us; we would ignore and run, run and run. I am not really sure, run towards or away…
The magnificence of this full moon is definitely the best moment of its’ life, so glorious and attractive, such awe-inspiring yet so humble and calm…
It completes the voyage of being nil to being full in a short span of time and then starts off again, sooner than we even wake up in our lives…
P.S. - for people in Delhi, NCR, take your loved one on a drive to NH8 on a full moon night and enjoy- it shares the story of its’ love as you romance… Carpe diem ;-)
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
cOuNtLeSs PiEcEs Of My HeArT
Life is a wonderful journey with love as its shadow and the siblings of joy, compassion, enthusiasm forming the links. Our life is and can not be in isolation. As a matter of fact, when we say I- it just can’t be referred to I- Me- Myself… Creator made us a complex body and a simple mind; in the modern era, somehow this got reversed! ;-) We are not just a body-mind-soul game; we are a complete phenomenon. Life would cease to exist, universe would come to a halt without us. Such is the importance of “WE” in the cosmos… J
Our life is a series of events, each event is influenced and shaped by the people who have- been with us all along; and those who played a brief role in our lives and went ahead. But this chemical reaction of our life with people is complete only with the catalyst of our inner mind, our belief system, our experiences, so on and so forth.
I think life is only as far (or as back!!) as our memory goes… love, protection, care, compassion, support, empathy is our core, it is our basic nature. Life is so lifeless without the oxygen of these emotions in our life.
As the world rejoiced in my coming to earth, I was rather sad… I cried. Cried because it was a strange world and I didn’t know a single soul. As soon as I came out of my mothers’ womb, I had to breathe. It took a lot of effort. Till now, my mum did everything for me! I cried when I felt hungry, it was a new and an empty feeling that had not been experienced before. My mother took care of me in totality!! It was a beautiful world inside, where everything was taken care of and all I had to do is rest. I grew on my own with no attempt being made. There was no need to stress my memory as only one, pure soul was known to me, my mothers’ J Such was the serenity in my world but here, faces are happy but I don’t recognise anyone of them!!
I am what my mother is, I am her part and my heart is from her heart. Times changed and I grew up. I passed various stages from a pampered child to a rebellious teenager to a responsible citizen. Did you see that? My world changed as I was growing- from only my mother and I; my world expanded to my parents and then my family; as a teenager, it was a bunch of people I liked and loads of friends further a transformation with a few people, countable friends, my family, community and The Higher Self.
The first expression which I learnt from my mother was that of love. Mothers are undoubtedly the epitome of love and mine is no exception… I gave what I got, I got a lot of love from everyone around me and I passed it on to people of my world. A child is ignorant of the game of the mind, and doesn’t believe in the theory of give and take but so is life, the barter system starts the moment you are born and goes on till you breathe the last.
Love is what moves the world and heart is what gives it the direction. From my parents to my family to my teachers to my friends to each and every person I interacted with, I gave them love, love enough my heart desired. In the beginning, without the desire of getting the same intensity and degree back but mid way realised the importance of the game of give-and-take.
So as my life progressed, each person I shared a connection with, I gave love and I got it back. As we mentioned about the barter system, I gave a portion of my heart and got back a portion of his/her heart. Every time, I came across someone to hold onto, I gave a piece of my heart and in return, the love in that person gave back a piece of their heart.
All souls are pure and love is the backbone of every life. Without love, even plants crumple and trees fall… therefore, there was the same emotion in every heart I got back- the pieces of heart given are of varied sizes, shapes and colour. Size as it is not a compulsion for someone to love me as much as I do; shapes as I might have loved the person from “the bottom of my heart” (pun intended!) but since, his/her “bottom” is already being taken, I might get another shape! Colour may be different as well- a pure heart, unadulterated by the finesse of the mind would be red in colour, naive like a child and a conditioned heart could be pink or white…
As I look back the path travelled, my heart is not one but made of numerous pieces joined together by the glue of love and giving. Each portion is an ocean of love with a handful of learning.
Only a small piece of the original sculpture remains, rest is all new, forever changing and getting newer with each person I bond with…
Hence, a lucky soul is what I call myself to have realised the opportunity to have countless pieces of my heart; each one of us have the chance of experience this bliss but a few venture out and enjoy the somersaults of our heart, his/her heart and the new heart…
Our life is a series of events, each event is influenced and shaped by the people who have- been with us all along; and those who played a brief role in our lives and went ahead. But this chemical reaction of our life with people is complete only with the catalyst of our inner mind, our belief system, our experiences, so on and so forth.
I think life is only as far (or as back!!) as our memory goes… love, protection, care, compassion, support, empathy is our core, it is our basic nature. Life is so lifeless without the oxygen of these emotions in our life.
As the world rejoiced in my coming to earth, I was rather sad… I cried. Cried because it was a strange world and I didn’t know a single soul. As soon as I came out of my mothers’ womb, I had to breathe. It took a lot of effort. Till now, my mum did everything for me! I cried when I felt hungry, it was a new and an empty feeling that had not been experienced before. My mother took care of me in totality!! It was a beautiful world inside, where everything was taken care of and all I had to do is rest. I grew on my own with no attempt being made. There was no need to stress my memory as only one, pure soul was known to me, my mothers’ J Such was the serenity in my world but here, faces are happy but I don’t recognise anyone of them!!
I am what my mother is, I am her part and my heart is from her heart. Times changed and I grew up. I passed various stages from a pampered child to a rebellious teenager to a responsible citizen. Did you see that? My world changed as I was growing- from only my mother and I; my world expanded to my parents and then my family; as a teenager, it was a bunch of people I liked and loads of friends further a transformation with a few people, countable friends, my family, community and The Higher Self.
The first expression which I learnt from my mother was that of love. Mothers are undoubtedly the epitome of love and mine is no exception… I gave what I got, I got a lot of love from everyone around me and I passed it on to people of my world. A child is ignorant of the game of the mind, and doesn’t believe in the theory of give and take but so is life, the barter system starts the moment you are born and goes on till you breathe the last.
Love is what moves the world and heart is what gives it the direction. From my parents to my family to my teachers to my friends to each and every person I interacted with, I gave them love, love enough my heart desired. In the beginning, without the desire of getting the same intensity and degree back but mid way realised the importance of the game of give-and-take.
So as my life progressed, each person I shared a connection with, I gave love and I got it back. As we mentioned about the barter system, I gave a portion of my heart and got back a portion of his/her heart. Every time, I came across someone to hold onto, I gave a piece of my heart and in return, the love in that person gave back a piece of their heart.
All souls are pure and love is the backbone of every life. Without love, even plants crumple and trees fall… therefore, there was the same emotion in every heart I got back- the pieces of heart given are of varied sizes, shapes and colour. Size as it is not a compulsion for someone to love me as much as I do; shapes as I might have loved the person from “the bottom of my heart” (pun intended!) but since, his/her “bottom” is already being taken, I might get another shape! Colour may be different as well- a pure heart, unadulterated by the finesse of the mind would be red in colour, naive like a child and a conditioned heart could be pink or white…
As I look back the path travelled, my heart is not one but made of numerous pieces joined together by the glue of love and giving. Each portion is an ocean of love with a handful of learning.
Only a small piece of the original sculpture remains, rest is all new, forever changing and getting newer with each person I bond with…
Hence, a lucky soul is what I call myself to have realised the opportunity to have countless pieces of my heart; each one of us have the chance of experience this bliss but a few venture out and enjoy the somersaults of our heart, his/her heart and the new heart…
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