Seasoned Reminiscence A Culmination

Valley Of The Gods

2025-10-03T06:29:00.000-07:00

Since its past so much time

I quiver with wavering smile

Catch me to the glory of divine

I am obsessed with the chasm

I love to thy glorious path

More beautiful images hover

I lull into the lap so warm

I cure you with my love

I am blessed to be obsessed

With clear mind and walk so lonely

Yajur Veda

2023-05-17T06:13:00.004-07:00

The Yajur Veda is quite different from the Rigveda and Samaveda Samhitas. The definition of Yajur Veda says 'Gadyatmakam Yajuh' meaning it is in prose form

Just as the Samaveda Samhita is a song book of Udgata Priest, so is the Yajurveda Samhitas are prayer books.

for the Adhvaryu Priest. It is solely meant for the purpose of sacrificial rituals.

The Yajur Veda is divided into

1)White (or Pure) Yajurveda

2)Black (or dark) Yajurveda

The Krishna (Black) Yajurveda is a mixture of mantras and brahmana whereas the Shukla Yajurveda maintains a clear separation of the two.

The story is given by Mahidhara regarding the Shukla Yajurveda Samhita. Rishi Vaishampayana taught Yajurveda to Rishi Yajnavalkya and other pupils. Once Vaishampayana got angry with Yajnavalkya and asked him to give what he has learnt Vajnavalkya vomited the Veda by the power of Yoga while other pupils at the command of his teacher swallowed up the Yajush assuming the form of birds called Tittiri. Thus Yajush became dark and was named Krishna or Taittiriya.The Yajnavalkya prayed to the Sun who came in the form of horse and gave him back the Yajush. Hence this Yajurveda was named Shukla or Vajasneyi

Shukla Veda has two Samhitas.

1)Madhyandina Samhita

2)Kanva Samhita

Krishna Yajur Veda has four Samhitas.

1)Taittriya

2)Kathaka

3)Kapisthala

4)Maitrayani.

2021-04-27T05:39:00.004-07:00

വരുമോ നീ എൻ ചാരെ 

നീന്തി തുടിക്കുന്ന അപാരതയിലേക്കു 

കിഴക്ക് ഉദിക്കുന്ന സൂര്യന് തുല്യം 

എന്നുള്ളില്ലേ കടൽ പോലെ , സ്നേഹകടൽ പോലെ 

നിന്നില്ലേ എന്നെ ഞാൻ തേടുന്നു 

മന്ദസ്മിതം പോലെ നീ എന്നുള്ളിലെ സാഗരകടൽ പോലെ 

ഒരു പോലെ സ്നേഹിക്കുന്നു

നീയും ഞാനും എന്നും ഒരു പോലെ 

മരുഭുമിയിൽ മരീചി യെ തേടുന്ന പോലെ
ഒരു പോലെ ഒരു പോലെ 

2021-04-27T05:38:00.000-07:00

ഒരു പിടി നല്ല സ്വപ്നങ്ങളായ് നീ വിരിയും എന്നുള്ളിൽ

കേൾക്കുമോ നീ എന്റെ ഗദ്ഗദം മഴ തുള്ളി പോൽ

നേരെത്തെ പോയി മറഞ്ഞു എവിടെയോ

ഒന്ന് കാണാൻ ആകുമോ ഇ ജന്മം

വെറുതെ തുഴയുന്ന നൗക പോൽ ജീവിതം

അകലെത്തെ ആകാശം എത്ര സുന്ദരം

നിൻ കാല്പാദം പതിയും മണ്ണ് എത്ര മനോഹരം

വെറുതെ വെറുതെ വിരിയുന്ന സ്വപ്‌നങ്ങൾ

വെറുതെ വെറുതെ ആഗ്രഹിക്കുന്നു നിൻ സാമിപ്യം

കൊച്ചു സന്തോഷങ്ങൾ വിരിയും എന്റെ ഹൃദയം

വെറുതെ വെറുതെ മോഹിക്കുന്നു ഒന്നിനുമെല്ലാതെ

2021-04-21T02:58:00.003-07:00

വരുമോ നീ എൻ ചാരെ

നീന്തി തുടിക്കുന്ന അപാരതയിലേക്കു

കിഴക്ക് ഉദിക്കുന്ന സൂര്യന് തുല്യം

എന്നുള്ളില്ലേ കടൽ പോലെ , സ്നേഹകടൽ പോലെ

നിന്നില്ലേ എന്നെ ഞാൻ തേടുന്നു

മന്ദസ്മിതം പോലെ നീ എന്നുള്ളിലെ സാഗരകടൽ പോലെ

ഒരു പോലെ സ്നേഹിക്കുന്നു

നീയും ഞാനും എന്നും ഒരു പോലെ

മരുഭുമിയിൽ മരീചി യെ തേടുന്ന പോലെ

ഒരു പോലെ ഒരു പോലെ

The Veil of Safety

2020-08-27T01:29:00.002-07:00

Coloured cloth which kept us suffocated and unwanted

May I know how far this goes with the veil

I have met the mental thrive to block my face off the crowd

The smiles and vibrance far across the other side of me

I am succumbed to this mere sheer thought of covering me

Better to go past the world and into your realm of beauty chime

Never will I be so secure inside this mask of safety

The beauty didn’t really matter most of the time inside this cover

Sometimes I am so under a better place inside this so secure veil

Now there is no stare, not even a single person care about your existence

To the veil of safety, I am so adapted and feel a great sort of adherence

And now when corona has a place in this world as a part and parcel

To me I guess this masking is good to go beyond

Better to be under the cover of mask when it is really needed

When you are low, depressed or not in a mood to smile

When virus teaches us lessons, of how to build a better tomorrow

Let us learn each one of these lessons so that we can have humane values

When world has brought us all together with these colourful masks

Maybe we can have a better space here and at our hearts

Swami Vivekananda (1863-1902)

2020-08-27T00:55:00.003-07:00

Swami Vivekananda was a well-known monk who was born in India on 12^th January 1863 in Calcutta. His original name was Narendranath Datta or Narendra.He was a spiritual Leader and reformer who attempted to combine both Indian Spirituality and Western Lifestyle into one. He joined Brahma Samaj and dedicated in withdrawing Child Marriage, illiteracy and spreading education to the women and lower caste.

Born into an upper-middle-class family of the Kayastha caste in Bengal, he was educated at a Western-style university where he was exposed to Western philosophy, Christianity, and science.He became the follower of Ramakrishna who believed in unity of all religions.

William James, the Harvard philosopher, called the Swami the "paragon of Vedantists."

Swami led his mission at both national and international level. He promoted peace and brotherhood based on the Oneness of existence. A great yogi he had direct and intuitive experience of real life. He conveyed his message of Vedantic oneness through talks and soul stirring language of poetry

Like his master Ramakrishna Vivekananda also wanted to forget himself in the absolute one. But sometimes the sight of human plethora in the east and west made him to do service to mankind. He chose service to man as his mission and he was endeared by people of West , Americans in particular.

In short span of life (39 years) , in the middle of acute sufferings .he gave 4 classics-Jnana yoga , Bhakti Yoga , Karma Yoga and Raja Yoga and devoted 10 years into public lecturers. He wrote inspiring letters to many disciples and wrote numerous poems and was a spiritual guide .He organised the Ramakrishna Math which is the most outstanding religious cult of modern India.

In America, Swami led many Spiritual teachings and was India’s spiritual ambassador and combined the east and west through his teachings and inspiring talks.

His famous speech in Chicago in 1893, as an invitee to the World Conference of Religions, starting with "My dear brothers and sisters of America" stunned the audience and was received with great applause.

Vivekananda was a patriotic saint and his birthday is celebrated as the National Youth Day.

Vivekananda died at 9.20 pm on July 4 1902 ,while meditating and according to his disciples , he attained Maha Samadhi. His disciples believed rupture of blood vessel in his brain was due to opening of crown of his head being pierced when he attained Maha Samadhi

His teachings says to honour every Indian as a brother irrespective of whether he is poor or born in a lower caste.

My dear

2019-09-10T01:54:00.002-07:00

Let the whimsical blues go away

I have my mood wavering so much

To the beautiful moments acquired

I pay my homage to thee

My treasure, I have rained down

Don’t be weary about this world

I am there for you

Let your light shine forth

I am there by you side

Grow and go on in life

The wind is blowing

Just be in my lap safe

What I have deep in my heart

2017-09-15T21:18:00.002-07:00

I just walk away with my little things

I can’t hear my screams which is bizarre

I love to be with my beautiful chores

Just to be happy and relished

I have gone through the thick and thin

Yet I have not found what is right

Some people just hurts and goes away

Think of the ways one wishes to live

To live, work and be happy is my motto

But some things never make you happy

I love sadness too, it makes us stronger

And deep at heart turns us sweet

പ്രണയം

2017-02-14T04:19:00.003-08:00

പ്രണയം കോറിയിട്ട മുൾവേലികൾ
ഹൃദയത്തിൽ ആഞ്ഞു ചവിട്ടുമ്പോഴും
നിന്റെ സ്നേഹം അറിയുവാൻ
കൊതിക്കുന്ന നിമിഷങ്ങൾ ഉണ്ടല്ലോ

ഇനിയും അകലങ്ങളിൽ നീയുണ്ടെന്ന
നിശ്വാസം , അതു മതി
ഇനിയുള്ള കാലം കഴിച്ചു കൂടാൻ

മൗനമായി വിതുമ്പുമ്പോഴും
ഒരു മനസ്സലിവില്ലാതെ മാഞ്ഞു
പോയപ്പോഴും പിടി വിടാതെ
ഞാൻ എന്നെ തന്നെ മുറുകെ പിടിച്ചു

എന്തിനെന്നു അറിയില്ല ,സ്നേഹം എപ്പോഴും
വഞ്ചനയാണെന്നു വീണ്ടും ഓർമിപ്പിക്കുകയാന്നെല്ലോ
ഈ ജീവിതം ....

ഹൃദയ സ്പർശം

2017-02-14T04:04:00.004-08:00

അനന്തമാം ഹൃദയസാനുക്ക ളിലിൽ
ഉഴലുന്ന മനസ്സിനെ തളമിടാൻ
കഴിവിനെക്കാളേറെ മനോധൈര്യം
ആണെപ്പോഴും ജീവിതലക്ഷ്യമാക്കേണ്ടത്

എന്നിലെ എന്നെ ഞാൻ
മുൾ മുനയിൽ നിർത്തി നൃത്തം ചവിട്ടുമ്പോഴും
അറിയാതെ ഇടറി വഴുതി വീഴുന്നു

സ്നേഹ വാഞ്ചനയോടെ ഉള്ള നിന്റെ
ഉൾവിളി , എന്നെ ഇല്ലാതെയാക്കുന്നു
അലിവ് കാട്ടിയുള്ള നിന്റെ ചിരി
എന്നെ കുരുക്കിൽ നിന്നും കുരുക്കിൽ വീഴ്ത്തുന്നു

ഹിത ഭംഗമോടെ ഞാൻ നീറിയില്ലാതാവുന്നു
എന്നിട്ടും എവിടെയോ ഇടറിയ കാൽപാടുകൾ
പിന്നിൽ നിന്നും വലിച്ചു എന്നെ ഇല്ലാതാക്കുന്നു
ഹിമഗിരിയാം വശ്യമനോഹാരിതയിലേക്കു
എന്നെ തള്ളി ,ഞാൻ സ്വയം ഇല്ലാതെയാകുന്നു

അതാണോ ശാന്തതയുടെ താഴ്വാരം ?
ദൈവം എപ്പോഴും ഹൃദയത്തിൽ ഉണ്ടാവാൻ
ആ മനോശാന്തി അനുഭവിക്കാൻ
എന്നും ഉള്ളിൽ ദൈവം കുടിയിരിക്കാൻ
എന്താണ് മാർഗങ്ങങ്ങൾ?

നിന്നിലേക്കെത്താൻ കഠിനമായി
പ്രയത്നിക്കുമ്പോഴും ദൂരത്തേക്ക്
മാറി നിൽക്കുന്നുവോ നീ ? കൃഷ്ണാ ?

Distinguished Guests to Honor

2016-06-13T07:22:00.004-07:00

I had my beautiful chrysanthemums at the courtyard
Waving and making sweet lull in my heart
Together the dancing flowers
The Red the yellow and the white ones
Making little and cute steps of vivid chaste
Having them at my door steps
With graceful petals and the honey bees murmuring
The mere glory of the beautiful scenes
At my veranda makes me dashing with happiness
I have my cup of tea at every aurorae
With these sweet little and laureate butterflies
the purple, the brown and the pink ones
Quizzical at the natural vantage we have
My heart hears those ones that have heart
And sureth I love my flowers , butterflies and bees
To the beauty of the glorious divine
I owe my heart and the skin deep
My flesh and my blood loves to be with you
My Almighty My nature and these vast floras

Resurgence of Good

2016-03-14T03:25:00.000-07:00

Near the point of death a paradise reveals itself

To the creatures astounding beautification of the creations

The goodness comes back with goodwill and virtues

The world of super natural talents and the varied aptitudes

The suffocation, the Dark Age and the black nightmares

Fusions of mystical bondage and beauty customised

The mixture or the blend of natural vintages at the dusk

Resuscitation of the generations seen the Jesus and the Buddha

Will it not make the world see the revolutions every time?

Sure vantage point will be back every day and makes opportunities

Every single soul is borne to create the change and we shall seek it

The racisms, the rapes, the political outrages and even the concentration camps

Devastated this world with detrimental outcasts, still a Jesus was born

So will not the resurgence happen for the good cause?

The famines, the wars, the epidemics and rapid historical impacts

The volcanoes, the tsunamis and the cyclones with different names

Will come and cause a hard impact on the human populations

The rise in the population is in geometrical progression causing severe panics

Still we hope for the good, for the good of the whole mankind

The revelations and the random outbreaks results in a pure dharma

The goodness works its way into the life of the people and we live for the right

The paradise shines forth and the golden lush heaven reveals itself

In the form of good and nice versions in every form of the molecules present

The renunciation of the sin will pave way to the awakening of that day today

Like the day when Jesus resurrected for us and the world was full of joy.

Weaving a life

2016-01-12T03:07:00.003-08:00

There was times when he used to have his pastimes with the famous indigenous materials he has woven and typical of the ways he used to design very ardently the beautiful clothes and the sarees.The ways make him embarrassing of the beauty of the ladies in their ethnic attires and he loved to have touched the clothes with passion and love .He weaved the silks for the major part of his life and the Kanchipuram and the Banaras silk sarees came out with ecstatic feel of love .The glory of his art work paved the way for him to weave more and more.

The poor man had his time doing the entire weaving toiling day in and day out with each silk thread intertwining in the weaving machine. Altogether he was tampered to an extent where his hands have worn out and the shabby and the dirty clothes he wore made him ridiculous hardship workman who used to ponder his time working on the glorious design clothes of the trendy women and men. The work came out as an art piece in each of the item he pursued with and then when he got some time he used have some chai in the nearby tea shop of his friend.

Borne with the quality of a layman and the penance and the sufferings he faced in his life time, he lived more like a beggar with no family and backgrounds. The village of Surat had tales of many such workers who had greatly worked their lifetime for these clothes yet hadn’t had much for their life. All the day when he is into the tailoring factory he had chores of many other friends doing the same kind of work as he does .There can many such incidences of pity and the mammoth kind of whining they make at night time can imply the fact that they are under sickness and severe pain .This man had meager income and nothing left for his life , but the tempting and crazy ways to always sit with the weaving machine regularly day in and day out to just get one saree within a year is to be appraised fairly.

The plethora of his pain had to be taken into seriously as the man was having significant amount of what one may term as sickness and the way to the hospital is impossible in that remote area. The pain in him was growing more and the hectic schedule of the man made him a kind of a lunatic and a recklessly foolish man.The blurred vision and hefty spectacles of old fashion he had has to be noted by anyone .The major part of his life had been in pain as the cancer in him is causing bane in his health.

The group of friends he had always treacherously made fun of his stooping hold and drew his caricatures in the slabs and walls of the factory. The political mentality of the some men cannot be adjusted to and the cruel and the animalistic nature of coworkers who basically came from that village is beyond ones thoughts and means .The criminal mind of the people that bored the stupidity of looking at a poor man with dirty and cunning stares, the attitude typically of violence of many can be seen. The vacant looks of no helping characteristics is the main temptation of the society at large .The pantomime stories the friends created ,characterized the ways of the man and came out like a comical master piece.

The accolades and praising he won from his boss were one problem with his friends showing a behavior of bad temper and also the comical, satirical nature they entertained. The ganja and the marijuana in them caused the ways of bad moods and the violent skeptical and criminal functioning of their mind with the testosterone high caused them to plot against this poor man who just wanted to lead a simple life without disturbance to any. The cough always destined to accompany him and wheezing always had the time for his choking pain. The man was given great accomplishment for his hard work and signature he had in designing any attire won many dream projects for the company. The jealousy and deceitful mind of his friends took a satanical shape and the plot was already planned to for his fate.

This weaver bird forgot to weave his nest and had the footpaths or pavements of shops to lie down at the dusk. The beautiful clothes which came out of him always admired the beauty of his heart so cleanly shaping the clothes but the Satan in the friends waiting with spear in their hands to plot against him for once and forever. The days of fashions were waving in Surat with village girls wearing the sarees for their wedding conglomerations. But before the Satan’s came out with the spearhead the man had drunk the poison to kill his dirty ill health. Such is the impact of the cancer he faced with, the lung has been screwed and the health has been deteriorated to a point of unending pain. The blood he vomited everyday had clots of tissues from the esophagus stinking badly.

The cancerous waves are all across the world causing the pain and the illness. The final stages are very pathetic and the chemo doing rupture of the heart and the pockets. The hospital and medical charges cannot be withstood by the common man and the charity also doesn’t pave much for a person like a weaver or farmer. The man has been torn to pieces when he came to know of his illness because his dream always was around the silken clothes he weaved and designed. The nature of the illness was such that there is no turn back to life and only destiny for this man was death.

The weaver weaved the clothes of his life in a bottle of venom .He envied the pride of the boss and his friends with little or no benefit for himself. The unwanted story like folklore will be forgotten in the land of history and in the minds of the people.Yet another Indian weaver is about to lose his life in this untiring land with no botheration to any. The mind was full of spiced up feelings and had the temperament to tune to the will of the life. The point at which there is no return back to life , a point where one has to decide upon the fact that there is not much to go on, that point wherein we have to take that stride, that’s is death and the weaver had no chance to the will of the God.

The clothes- the sarees, shawls and the Kurtis went up to the market of international quality, but will the one who done it so eloquently will be ever comes to the world dais?. This is the common man born for the Indian pride and mentally scrutinized as a mere human. The calculations and the factual image of the man suffering out of cancer is very much into vicinity today and there is no cure for this dangerous haphazard killer of the time. When small pox eradicated many out of vicinity the vaccinations came into picture. There are remedies for the initial time of the disease but for the person who has come long way have no choice left for. The weaver s friends mourned for moaning out their wrecked mind to the pride of their social status. Their mind blowing thoughts were hidden beneath the clown faces and dignity poured out of the valor.

The fabulous party of the friends went well in the church of Basilica and the splendor of the man was mimicked for laughter and fun. The curios which decorated the village textiles in the form of designer clothes had it times costing fairly and at high priced value. Quizzically there are moments in everyone life as to think of how much work we did which never go to the glory of one’s life. One such story is about this elegant textile designer who welcomed the Indian art culture and for which the factories and small scale workshops are build up for in the Indian mud. The Indian weaving are very much into the International market but the weavers are beyond the stage in the darkest areas of the world within the mud houses.

The man had dreams and dreams to fathom upon and to knit the clothes out of his time and dedications. Clearly his mind wanted to be called upon the stages of the world wherein dreamers just propped up from there. The legal and the political environment we are born with don’t have much to offer in this country. When health is the major factor causing the dreams to be stooped down, we have no such time or money to do something to get back to life and dreams.

These things make us conclude that some point in life we also had our life, brain and blood into our work we love and dedicate to but life didn’t have much to offer for us like great men in the history. But today the man looked upon the sky dreaming of the passions, visions and the self-drive he had in himself while crocheting the beautiful scenes of his life. A charity in itself has come along his way far away from a sub urban land in the form of a rich angel. She was there to help the needy to clothe him, feed him and nurture himself and to be with what her kindness has to offer. The kindness of heart still rings its bells from nooks and corners of this world still embarking great God for his glorious highness. I have to speak of the character of some gems here in this world who can give a life through financial help and medical support. It had been a long way for him to come out of the venomous illness but still he has some time left for dreams and visions to clearly clothe the designer artifacts by his work.

Marvelous deeds must be praised and raised upon but kindness is a virtue held by angels and cupids from heaven and borne in this world with what they can offer to us. Mentioning about the multitude in which creatures are born, some with more pleasures and well beings than others, yet the greatness of hearts and values should be called upon, and that is the reason we say that God still exists in this world in the form of human, this is just a citing of one human helped by another to remove the obstacles he faced and to move on together in this road of faith.

War or Peace?

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Caricatures denoting peculiar mourning

Of what the killers are here for

The killings and the attacks for the affirmed hold

To the bizarre consequences and aftermath

How many die in this battle field?

All are the civilian populations

Would you mourn for these souls?

They depart with no value for their life

Can’t you please make this with peace?

And terrorism is the culprit

War and War will it make sense?

Of how many losers on both sides

Preying and calculated airstrikes on them

Will it hold good for a civilian?

Aren’t they innocent?

So how many to die at the war?

And when will we create harmony?

Is it not a rebellion mentality to the extremes?

Not thinking of the fellow beings

Just to have your thinking and your policy

Limelight!!! And terrorism is born

The criminal attitude and mental outrages

Just stop this! And be in harmony

To all those out there who creates war

Just love your fellow beings

Start from the root and guns never gave rights

It will only destroy and spoil

Yourself, your brothers and the Nature

So calm and be in harmony with you and the nature

Scornfully Yours

2015-11-26T01:57:00.001-08:00

I was astonished at those alluring moments

Which took us to this waves of parting

With a heavy blow on my chest and head

I succumbed to my pain so deep and chastised

Memories of charismatic authenticity

This has taken me so far and out of boundary

Thy love which shone with vicarious glow

Leading me to the dark and black

Magical winds of blow

A curse for my destiny and pried you

To utterly backeth your utmost unfairness

How happily you have gone past to your chores

Blessed Allah may give that defileth a forgiveness

And may not the hurt go away from my heart

Thy love moves my heart beat to beat everyday

You may not know that hurt lives here in my heart

So that Hate and Love cause me to live alive

Never will you know who I am and what I owe you

Lest this world cause a havoc to me

And say...Hey lunatic!!!!

Guess! This world is a better place

To live and come on!!!! Play your game

Hah and I came to know of all the cheap games

This world owes to many of thy innocent

And I am happy for the man who caused

Me deep love and scurried fast aloof the road

Leaving to live and die in those recalls

2015-11-25T03:50:00.002-08:00

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The Diwali

2015-11-12T01:45:00.002-08:00

Luckily pondering at the vibes

that is permeating my surroundings

how the clear melancholy has vanished

beyond the murmuring and loveliness

The boom and the bang going on

The Diwali has created the sounds

and the mesmerism around

The rain is still peeping in

letting you to be under the blankets

and the crackers making sounds every time

And the sleep has gone its way

Vanishing all the way

2015-10-07T01:56:00.000-07:00

I can be of meager value to many

To me to dwell in this holy land is a virtue

Vanishing beauties everywhere at the temple of love

But my love is vanishing all the way

Breaking moments can be attuned with hurt

And I am carrying heavy hearth on my chest

Brutal pain accustomed the whole body

The vanishing love, it is vanishing.

Treasuring you

2015-09-24T02:13:00.000-07:00

Will you mind to be with me for some time?

I shall have my share with you to know you

The locked trunks of wealth and treasures

Creating the bliss and mimicking my trenches

Would you also want to know that wealth locks here also?

And subtle waves of aftermath you will enjoy

At this bliss of my heart and my wisdom waving

Curious stuffs on the way and reading through the mind

I can show you the blissful existence of mine through
The knowledge and casting of your heart with mine at jewels

Sentiments

2015-08-26T04:52:00.001-07:00

The cosmic view far away

Love and love flowing in me

Mentally distinguishing from others

The cause and the course

Growing and going away

Partial eclipse has dawned

Half dark and blue senses

Sleeping with memories, dreams

And worshiping you

Clearly rooted and routing

To new paradises and heavens

Skeptical and the natural hue

The glory of divines

Whimsically bluish and sad

Creeping and causing pain

And happiness?

Blue and dark silhouette

Reminding me of my Kanhaiyya

Chequered board and
life is a game to play?

But glory from heaven

Watching great senses,

Higher beauty and angels are dawning

Just to keep the divine glow…

Consequences

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I have felt the glory in that mesmerized path

The quest for deeper meanings, patterns

the states of the higher consciousness

Am I bounded to this lost wisdom?

The agony and the sorrows are following

Is this an enlightenment of the heart?

Quizzical moments of lovely paths I am into

Have I seen you and did you route me there?

Wealthy of love showers and quenches

What have I seen Oh God, I am blessed

Showers of rain and greenery of nature

Am I seeing the not seen?

Love and compassion getting higher

And I am lucky enough to have you

God's Particles

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The beautiful realms of this world can be felt and experienced by travelling to different places and getting the vow factor going. Sometimes meditating deeply can calm your inner mind with peace. Both this process gives the same feeling of divinity revelation with meditation going a step further into the depths of the mind. Travelling to nature bound places is overwhelming with happiness and peace and you won’t know the tiring paths you have gone to visit those places.

Yoga and meditation withers away the negative energy in you and brings back the positive side of you. It gives the calmness and quiet nature you want to be with and gives you peace and serenity. Yoga brings back the physical and mental strength and ability. It is really welcoming of divinity and the mental peace and depth at which you can calm you inner being is astounding. We can fathom into the depth and the consciousness will be in its positive vibes.

Just being you is want we all want to be and we have to tame our anger, ego and reduce disturbances in life. The quality of life is very much improved with meditation and chanting the mantras. Sometimes getting to know the vastness of nature and beauty locked environment is all you need to keep yourself ego free .Silence is a blessing and being with silence is where the mind s beauty is revealed.

Coping up with situations is the present environment is tough .So let us mingle together to get to know of the divine presence (God particles) in you through the various techniques of mind, soul and body consciousness. Sadhana is a practice we must bring as a routine to our life and be with the God particles twinkling in you whenever anyone sees you or feels you when you are near.

A Psalm of David(Psalm 15)

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Good Reading! :)

1.LORD,who shall abide in thy tabernacle?who shall dwell in thy holy hill?
2.He that walketh uprightly, and worketh righteousness , and speaketh the truth in his heart.
3 He that backbiteth not with his tongue,nor doeth evil to his neighbour,nor taketh up a reproach against his neighbour.
4.In whose eyes a vile person is condemned,but he honoureth them that fear the LORD.He that sweareth to his own hurt and changeth not.
5.He that putteth not out his money to usury,nor taketh reward against the innocent.He that doeth these things shall never be moved.

Psychic Realms

2015-02-24T05:21:00.003-08:00

How can I express my visions
for this beautiful love
Which has meandered thoughts
and bypassed beyond spirits
Connecting with you was awesome
but now there are no paths
to gyrate me unto you
I have lost that sacred path
wherein I used to love you
so simply yet lovely
Drenched in rain which outpour
and the quenched in this sun
I have gone far away
I touched you on the crown
to let you know
that some relations go seemingly
beyond the unison
May I let you know
that unhidden mystery of this life
is far recognized
I want to connect in depth with you
to twine in as one