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"Evening is the destiny of stars, which pulls them out from behind the blinding clarity of daylight."-Anu 

I borrowed your shadow

To meet with mine

And to reach the end of the world

Before the evening comes. 

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Destiny-2

Some say destiny is that point in life when the control that one is believed to posess over life becomes useless. They even blame God for being so cruel as to burden them with those inadequate destinies. Indeed, destiny is a point of awareness, but not because God is cruel. On the contrary destiny is a point of awareness and learning and God interferes into your life and becomes the best teacher ever. But as we all know, good teachers are not always flattering or pampering. They become rough when it is needed for better learning.

Here is a new series of i-poems titled “Destiny”. My humble attempt here is to learn what destiny is, through a close observation of how my soul identifies it and reacts.

Here is the second poem in the series as the first one has preceded before a couple of posts, under the title "Destiny"

Destiny—2

The destiny of everything deep

Is to reflect and everything wide is to absorb.

But in your eyes,

I neither found myself,

Nor lost the sense of what I am.

I am lost in the ocean;

A dreamer of the stars. 

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The aftermath

This night, like sadness,

Hides every eye

Behind its veil.

Though, stars are born

Out of much darkness,

Look close,

In my hopeless world they are,

But tears, reflected.

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Stupidity

The moment brain was installed in human body; the weird chance of not using it too was born. We define it by the word, stupidity; a moment of absence of all those intellectual capabilities that we believe we possess. In the Molecular Story below is one form of stupidity called diffidence. The absence of confidence and trust on oneself is the worst of stupidities anyone can commit. Do you know why? Because like me, you too are the best of your kind. 

Lovers

“There is much to say. But words may ruin what I really want to convey.” The lover said.

“Then just kiss me. And I will understand.”

The man hesitated, and then turned away like the clouds near a mountain. He walked away from the girl. In the evening breeze the girl’s tears scattered down and wet her cheeks. 

Months later, the man’s friend asked him why he had not kissed the girl at the time of departure, when he loved her so much.

The lover said: “That was exactly why I did not kiss her. I did not want her to know that I loved her so deep and still went away from her for my personal goals, for working in the Middle East. Now she is far away in India, at her home, cursing me for never loving her. She might have found someone else to love her truly.”   

“But Why? You have a job and can go back to her now.” His friend said to the lover. The lover was silent for sometime. His face turned dark. Then words breached the wall of silence: “At the time I decided to part with her, I did not know I would be successful in life.”

Tears flowed down.

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Storm

(A hugely successful poem in Facebook.) 

I let the breeze in,

To cool my heated cubbyhole.

It made me complacent.

Then, without an omen,

It became a storm,

And destroyed my only home.

I had forgotten to close my doors.

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One Love

Once, a Hindu saint was traveling to the southernmost part of India. He was not alone. Samant, a student of his, accompanied him. Samant was not from a high family like the other disciples of the saint.

Unlike his usual practices the saint had started off for his journey alone. He wanted to see India, from north to south and east to west. On his way to the land of Pandya Kings, he met a poor young farmer and asked for some water. The young farmer not only gave him water but also provided him with shelter and the best clothes he had in his house. His name was Samant. Though Samant was a Christian, the saint thought great of him. Just imagine who would give so much of service to a stranger, even if that stranger is God himself. And from that moment the saint took Samant as his Student.

Infuriated by the saints decision, some local Hindus along with the priest of the nearby church protested, by saying: “This youth is from another religion and you are a Hindu. How could you take him with you?”

The young man looked hurt. He said, “I am a Christian. And this saint is not taking me; instead I am going with him for my own spiritual quest. I believe that if a carpenter’s son can change the course of the world with his convictions, why can’t a farmer?”

None of the villagers understood what the young farmer said. Samant went inside his house and asked permission from his old parents. And then he left the village with the saint in his spiritual journey. The villagers, infuriated by the young man’s ego trip did not say anything else. The saint smiled, thinking the time spent with him would change Samant’s perspectives on religion and he would become a Hindu.

The saint was coming from the Himalaya. His wisdom and knowledge were as high as the highest peaks of the snow muffled mountains of the Himalaya. And he knew it too well. His present status therefore, was that of a person making a rope walk. On one side of the rope there was the depth of eternal wisdom and on the other side, the desert of pride. However, of this current state, he was completely ignorant. But being a man of great years of practice, he knew something was wrong. But he attributed this feeling as a result of the environment of the place he was now in: Kerala. Both of them settled down at a place called Trivandrum in Kerala.

It was a city, full of temples. The saint went inside the greatest temple of the city, which was devoted to Lord Vishnu. And for the great pleasure of the saint, the young man too accompanied him inside the temple.

After their visit to the southernmost part, they started their return trip. They reached Calicut, a place in Kerala, famous for its Muslim tradition and cuisine.

“Why are we here?” The young man asked.

“I believe that after satisfying one’s spiritual hunger, one must satisfy the physical hunger. And here we can get some really nice food.” The saint said.

As they were walking through a street, they crossed a mosque. It was prayer time and every one was praying inside. For the saint’s surprise, the young man suddenly kneeled down and started touching his forehead on the earth.

“What are you doing? Are you praying like the Muslims? I thought you appreciated the temple.” The saint said puzzled.

Samant prayed silently. And after completing his prayer, he stood up. By seeing the young man praying outside the mosque, a man came to them. His name was Mustafa.

“Who are you?” Mustafa asked.

“We are travelers. Searching for wisdom.” The young man said.

Mustafa smiled. “I understand.” He said and bowed to the saint. “You look tired. Come with me, have some food.” He invited the two of them.

Samant did not say anything to the saint until they finished the food. Then he said: “It’s not a matter of liking some specific religion, master. I love God. I was not ready to lose some one I loved, just because he was called another name or spoke another language.”

The saint looked more confused and tired. 

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Coincidences

Don’t complain about the horse

Running wild in the desert.

It is the cause for me;

I; dust in the pale air.

I am a creature.

But you see me as a shadow.

The blindness of your eyes is

The world I live in.

I am the horse, the desert and

The world beyond your eyes.  

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