"Where is the will of LIGHT"

Lights,Lights everywhere somewhere getting reflected on someone's eye who thinks this light is essential for their happiness,somewhere decorating apartments making them more splendid and somewhere confining it within a Mud's shell (Diya) throwing illusion of being controllable,always has a purpose to bring an innocent smile.

Which one is more natural or it would be better to ask where is the will of light?

Whether with those who can buy it thinking they are helping it to show its most glorious form,who owns a false ego of owing light.....that artificial one,

or

With those who can't afford to buy it and have their own way of celebrating with light,they never think of controlling it,they find themselves very ignorant for this courage,they are happy with a glimpse of it.....however small...may be lapsing just within a second.

So the question remain unanswered where is the will of light? Can that which is man made...spreading rumor everywhere,projecting itself as light would be able to replace that which is Real ?

Let's ask light itself,but how can it say,can't it ?......... Does yet it has the authority to decide for itself ? or it has been seized which certainly doesn't mean that it doesn't has will.

May be its greatness has given it such an humbleness where it ignores those efforts where few feel they own light but they must understand that its not only infinite but that which is infinite starts within it.

(written on my lodge in ranchi,9th November 2010)

"Separation"

Earlier I used to say 'you' should take care of me but now there is no 'you' to blame.

Feeling like a branch who has the only dream of becoming a "Plant" but when the time came to actualize the branch realized that he can never become plant because he has never known how to grow, since he has always conditioned himself to be a 'Part' not a 'Self '.

It seems this is the autumn of my life after which I should regenerate but the autumn itself is so deeply established that I cant imagine of a spring after this,

It seems that now this autumn will be the season of my life,the spring of my life has passed,the best part of my life will never come back,the spring in my life will never come back..........

(written on train from Jamsedpur to Ahmadabad, the first time i left my family and friends for a professional start,09th April 2011-11am)

"And I became Sorhawasi"

Catchy hills as Protecting Roofs....Hidden Streams as Treasures....Welcoming smile of villagers brimming with inner satisfaction.....Purity of their heart as first drop of Rain and Innocent twinkling eyes of kids.. Delicate,Fragile and at the same time Notorious as the Petals of Rose Struggling in slow Drizzling for its existence are just the first Reflection of this Immensely Blessed Village as "Heaven on Earth" Sorha.

"Sorha an unpredictable village where imagination would be an illusion unless you reside there."

From the day we started preparation for rural camps,I started Gathering even the most tiny information though scattered in the farthest corner of the universe of my mind but unfortunately just the first reflection of the village has vanished my entire hypothetical structure leaving no hope for its further growth.

As our bus stopped there first thing I noticed was a ghostly Tamarind tree and a Sarkari school...surrounded everywhere with shouting kids. Even if it was just 17km from Ranchi any existence of living being after crossing that village was beyond imagination. I felt as if it was the End of World. I was scared to get down till strict order came from sir to leave the bus.

As we all successfully landed on a new Earth the habitants of that Earth intentionally and boldly arranged themselves comfortably for minutely watching our each activity and screening our each body part as if we were Aliens from a different planet.

The situation was so strange that it compelled me to shift my attention from what I would do for Survival to what I should do now that is unloading my luggages..........and soon learning survival tips became fun with the company of my colleges.

Trust is the most subtle nourishment for life and we start trusting life only when we live it in all its contradictions and opposites...which I realized when I became Sorhawasi.

There is no Road, no Electricity,which is so isolated that you will start doubting all technological advancement and will start asking yourself that whether you will be ever able to go back.

But Nature has poured all its beauty on it,................... there is no-where a place as such.........

Where water drops in streams work as tranquilizer.....

Where sitting in the rock on hills you can transcendent reality and can move towards Ecstasy...

Where there is no hope for Mundane and Commotion doesn't Exist....

Where Sunset was so densely Established that you would start believing that nothing exist in this world except this village....

Where Night is so dominating that you could easily forget the day and the morning is so rejoicing that you could easily forget your Past.....

Where the Morning air will penetrate you so as each atom of your body will attain Mocha and the sunlight is so captivating that it will make you feel unburdened from all Misdeeds.....

Where the people were so innocent that you would not dare to cheat them and their purity will compel you to accuse all Urban dwellers.......

And were so Welcoming that you would wish to forget your past identity and will be willing to Proudly Accept yourself as "Sorhawasi".

( Memorizing my days in Rural Camps....this is dedicated for all my friends in sorha....which will be always the best days of my life....and this is just the 1% of what i want to write for my camp days)

Welcome to 3rd World: When you are in "love"

Welcome to 3rd World: When you are in "love": "When your Entire Thought get caught in the Remembrance of one Special Moment Spent Together... When Entire Day u Wait for the Moment of..."

When you are in "love"

When your Entire Thought get caught in the Remembrance of one Special Moment Spent Together...

When Entire Day u Wait for the Moment of Togetherness...

When All Relationships Except that one Seems Meaningless...

When Each coming Footstep Reminds of the Same you are Waiting for....

When you would Search for the Same Face on Many Strangers.....

When you will be Proud to Drop Your Ego for the One's Smallest Happiness...

Then.....Then........You are in "LOVE".

A Lost Traveller: A Lost Traveller

A Lost Traveller: A Lost Traveller: "A lost traveller who once had a herd where he used to move like carnival and now unable to remember his identity as if a past that had past ..."

A Lost Traveller

A lost traveller who once had a herd where he used to move like carnival and now unable to remember his identity as if a past that had past since decades.

Since his new birth in a new world he has never known that herd and feels as if he has always been alone and finds that those who belongs to him can never think of such herd from where he has came from.

The only truth about him which is no longer a part of fact compels him to artificially connect with his surrounding and those who are around him willingly or unwillingly forces him to behave normally and he also act his best to meet those expected roles because he himself has forgot that once he had a herd where he used to move like carnival.