March 17th 2024: Rishikesh with Ashtavakr.
Eyes beyond the sight,
Night beside the Light,
some things,
which matters the most;
some things,
which never get lost;
Neither the right,
nor the wrong;
A symphony in rest,
In the river of quest;
Should I say something,
Or keep my mouth off?
Say,
O, presence of present
O, myth of beyond;
say,
that,
which never have been said,
Which never could have been raised,
Say, the words beyond my reach;
say, the words which cannot be preached;
O beloved poet,
say,
cause for the first time heard you laughing on jokes,
and for the first time I want to listen rather to talk.
~ Anjan Kalam
The depth of the heart defines the quality of one’s life and living by heart has its own price which one has to pay. In my journey, which is just same as of yours and many others, from many other cities and regions, one thing is well engraved that- “This Too Shall Pass”, now the next beautiful question one must come up with is- “So?”
So let’s learn to loosen our grips on what we feel beautiful and hope that this should never fade off. Cause even trees don’t let the leaves stays with them forever, even the sun don’t hold it’s rays within, even our blood cells leaves us once they complete their tasks. So, dear lovely hearts, let’s not get panic on what is anyways present to not be present in next moment. I know, this is difficult, even for me too, but one thing is for-sure, every time you value this truth over all your emotional roller coster and let things go by it’s natural ways, something more beautiful takes place in the vicinity created in this process; and every-time you fight against the odds you will find yourself surrounded by more and more odds.
Love is not that you love someone, because anyways everything which you clutch will surly die 🙂
So, Love is; and only love ‘Is’.
And I love you so much that I am okay to let you go against all my desires to holding you back, cause letting you go is my way to love you.
And I hope one day you will understand why loving you is equally beautiful as Un-loving.
Cry as hard as you can, let your heart burn like a golden stone, let your tears wipe off all that you hold on.
But never share your heart to those who don’t live by heart at all. Cause by doing so, your tears will turn into salty water, your golden stone will be named as panic attacks and letting things go will just be a mean of accumulating some other ‘Things and Goods’ around you. And you would be considered as an easily available person. So turn your misery towards knowing this world and yourself, so that from next time onwards, you will be more loving and more giving and in return you would be able to demand nothing but a world which is little less miserable.
I hope we all including me can achive the beauty described in these words and life lived by authenticity and love.
Lenses Of Words 