Nirvana- Understanding the Hidden Shivãa

The hidden Shivã is very difficult to be found in the face of Shiva...

But She is out there all the while,

Camouflaging,

Claiming half of the essence.

Keen eyes, fervent like a lover, lost in the pain to find any symbol from the beloved, only can see her...

The left eye look more beautiful, the chick, more charming, the appearance more calmer than the right side...

She will appear!

As the blank sheet of paper

Will start showing visible words written upon it with lemon juice once it cathes fire

Or is pulled close to fire.

She is there.

Her nose signing with a diamond nosepin,

Her foread, anointed with decorative designs made of chandan and vermillion,

She is shy by her nature

And arrogant as the best stylish model around.

Her eyes piercing yet calm

More focused than Shiva,

Who is in trance

And is fused to the onlooker.

Thus the game is on

Tp find out the the hidden Shivã- Sutra in the face of Real Shiva!

The problem is they look alike,

Share the same being,

And also change position 

Merging into each other...

The divine-twin-souls.

The Stage & Many Faces

The stage is set.

Actors are into the drama.

Audience can't breathe properly, as they sense the thrill of perfection in the storyline and theatrics.

The music is exalted-

Drim Drim Drim Drim...

In the valleys of whispering crawling clouds,

It's the mammoth that started playing around, cheering the neighbourhood, as the snow melts and gives way to green meadows,

And it is the golden eagle that started to catch one of them and failed...

The melting snow,  slowly giving way to the green meadow, flowery beds, 

The huge, coloured moths whirs past the giant trees, restless for a while

And settle down 

Finding flowers...

The birds cooing, all in a creative mode,

Creepies, crawlies, flying insects, holding their partner, 

Glued to each other in an erotic meditation, 

Continue to be still and meditative for hours even days,

As the Kundalini sits coiling, holding Shiva in her creative trance,

Changing lights, changing sets, changing scenes, changing faces... fusing into each other, blending merging the shreds of energy.

And it goes on..

Slowly some of the audience realize that

they are the actors.

They get up and got deleted in the register as guest.

The counting of audiences goes down

The main actor smiles now, thrilled ...

And says,

I am having fun,

I am the one,

Playing many faces here,

And was sad- nobody understands the thriller.

I am the mammoth

I am the golden eagle,

I am the stage also, 

i am the one...

Eager to get appreciated 

By the audiences- 

who will gradually realize they are holding one of my thousand faces.

I am the audience also...

I love to camouflage 

I love to play.

As many.

I am the grand stage.

-The Stage & Many Faces

You are my Mahadev

 You are my Mahadev !

You are my Mahadev

And i can hear your damru beating always,

Snakes hiss, curdling, circling your ever young limbs,

Fire pot in your hand is blazing hot,

Rudraksh vibrates...

Roaming around places where there is no life,

Heading a river whose force is ocean like,

You dont scare me.

For you you are my Mahadev

And i m your Kali.

I have created same assets within me that you posses

Only to be with you.

Session

 Sessions come and go 

Academic sessions...

New students, preparing ppts

Time bound routine

Got me engaged-

Beyond time and space.

When one session ends,

I realize,

My session did not come...

Year after year,

Within the academic sessions

Coming and going

I have been waiting 

Like an under current

For my session to come...

But all i had is academic sessions 

And time flies by

Riding one acadenic session after the other...

Leaving me pondering

What session I was looking for...

Do I have a plan and wish

For my session to come at all...

A faint memory whispers,

Yes, i did have.

Dina Rati ra Alaga Katha

 Jhara jhara patra jhulithanti jharka sepakhe ...

Dina bele...

Sua mananka katha barta chalithae...

Sabuja dala bhitare sabuja sua

Kouthi basichhi jani heuna...

Dina bele sabuja sanketa sabu

Pruthivi ra atma dei uthe gagan jaen...

Au rati hele,

Raatire, patra badala re jhuli thanti tara mane jharakha sepakhe...

Ba ete besi lataki thani jhara patra upare je patra dishu na thanti tara mananka chamaka re ...

Akasha ra phereiba ra katha,

Pherae emiti

Kehi dekhanti nahi

Samaste soi thanti pruthibi re...

Pruthibi bi...

Akasha dhare jahna ra sanketa hata re

Au mayamaya dishe ratire

Megha mala ra jatajuta pindhi Shankara buli bahari thanti jemiti luchi ki...

Nida bhange pruthivi ra achanaka adha ratire ta dekhe megha mala, stimita chandrama ... shranta nithara bela...

Akhi muji soi jae puni

Swapna re anki sabuja chitra kichhi...

Hasta man- hasta pavan

Sansein leke tumhare

Aya chhune mujhe ye taja naya pavan…

Kah raha hai

Koi hai jinda

Sanson se tere bandha

Par ajeeb kahanion ko guthte hue

Kuchh to hardam hai kah raha …

Ye taji nayi hawa…

 

Soya tha kahin

Ya abhi janam liya

Na jane itne jaldi bada keise hua

Jo itne gahri batein wo Tumhare dhadkan se chura le aya

Bahne ke lie mere room me…

Khoj khoj mujhe ye keise khoj liya

Jo bina ijajat eise ye chala aya khidki se

Kahne yehi

Koi same beitha, khamos

Hajar alok barsh us paar uski atma

Fir v bahut kuchh bol raha

Sun jara…

 

Nahin to dam na tha ye pavan me itna

Na ki taapmaan badhe chide to

Mere man na mahkaya eise karta tha

Kuchh to hai tumhare abdaan jinda rahne ka

Jo ye mausam eise karvat lie

Muskurane laga …

Aj

Ye mausam muskurane laga

Rajeju

Jhulu jhulu Julu

Gahama kheta re buluchhi Julu,
Suna hey Ma,

Pakshi te asi basila khunta re
Kahila kichhi
Kuha kan se kahila, hey Ma.

Gahama kheta chamake jhat jhat
Suna kheluchhi doli
Dekha, hey Ma.

Dura akasha re uduchhi cheela
Khojuchhi kan,
Kuha ta, Ma
Surya sangare tara jete katha barta,
Pachara e udanta badal mananku,
Semane kahibe, hey Ma...

Camera bankei photo nele dishe
Pruthvi gol...
Bhabe, jadi madhtakarshan shakti na thanta,
Jhulu jhulu Julu emiti jai padanta Tuma kola re, hey Ma 🙏😇💓🎉🌷🌹