Why? Why?

In this world of virtual realities even if u could prove that you are so real the other might easily sarcastically neglect you saying:

“No, it never can be true. To be real is so unreal.”

For them:
“Being so true is like living a lie.”

Why it’s so tough to accept it? Why it’s so hard to acknowledge it?
I hate this….

Advertisements

Happy Wishes of this day Dear little princess.

Once upon a time, there was
 There’s no beginning.

…for that queen, the kingdom and its subjects everything is this angelic little princess.
She didn’t listen to any Victory March, but tinkles and clanks of that princess’s mellifluous voice.
She didn’t know day and night, but she saw her little princess resting and rising up. 
She didn’t see the sunshine, but she saw that princess’s radiant smiling face.
She never waited for a spring, but she forever longed for her princess’s ever-renewing loving kisses.
No prayers and no blessings contented her hearts, but her heart gracefully danced whenever her little princess told, “I love you.”

They have a fabulous nest not in the branches of this world but in an enchanting land of fairies where they grew inseparably one…

and lived happily ever after.
There’s no ending. 

 

Happy Birthday Vanessa. 

Image

 

Abel, he must be the first real lover

Answering an unasked question. Maybe a realisation. whatever. Thanks to Dearestest Sparrow.


Genesis:  “…And Abel also brought an offering—fat portions from some of the firstborn of his flock.”

*Giving the best.

Song of songs:  “As the lily among thorns, so is my love among the daughters.”  “As the apple tree among the trees of the wood so is my beloved among the sons. “

*Expressing the most.

There’s no God, no religion and neither any sacrament, but sacrifice of love. At this alter no other offering is acceptable except giving the best.

Image

“look into the vastness” , she told me.

To my Dearestest Sparrow ❤

More passionately he approaches her, more intensely he kisses her after each time he falls back. 

The inseparable love of shores and waves!

 The waves whispered shores “Never fear even if I turned into a wild wave consuming you completely. For, you drive me crazy and I can’t be otherwise.” 

 

Image

lost in blues

“May I share my blues with you?”

The sea never asked the sailor whenever he praised the sea, “wow, the deep blue sea is fascinating!” For the sea knows it is absurd.

“May I share my blues with you?”

The sky never asked the aviator whenever he glorified the beauty of the blue sky. For the sky knows it is ridiculous.

Image

But, the sky and sea reflected each other.

Meanwhile, the clouds got lost in itself without knowing how to rain down? And the small tides just float without knowing how to swim against ….

Dear God, do you still manufacture those breed of angels like the one whom you did send for Tobit? If you do send me one.

 

Blessed are those who live like Children…

She (my niece) cried. Then her LKG teacher told “Shame… shame…Good girls won’t cry. Be strong. You see lord Krishna over there. He’s got a magical flute in his hands and a sweet tune on his lips. You want to listen that? Then do not cry.”

She stopped crying.

She cried. Then her mother shouted: “Don’t cry, you little….. Did u know that Lord Jesus resurrected in this year as well without any technical issues or any delay in it ? So, if you keep on crying, well, He will take u from me on His way back to His heavenly abode. Do you want that?”

More intense became the cry.

Image

                                          (With her friend)
She told me later: “Uncle, I love Lord Krishna you know. For, he’s got a magical flute in his hands and a sweet tune on his lips. And, Jesus is a kidnapper I believe. I don’t want him.”

“Lol. Cry more then, Rose. Perhaps, you might get introduced to more Gods. Because in India itself we’ve got 320 million Gods you know.” I replied.

It is you…

-To my dearest-est Friend on her Birthday-

I know

An oeuvre of a divine author
And an artisan of ingenious opuses

 
I know

 A resolute sky, unwilling to pour down…
And a reviving spring, reluctant to fall back…

 

I listen to

A melodious solo of a moonlit night…
And a zephyr of captivating nature.

 
Yet, it’s not this, it’s not that…
It’s just beyond the scope of attributes.
Isn’t it that you??
Yea, it is you.
For, each creation is creator itself
And He the Creator is simply beyond the scope of attributes.

Image

                                        (Thanks to Loyed for the click)

Hey Despina, Reign your life and bring forth prosperity to its populace. .. May life return you always (it’s not always possible, though 😛 ) happiness.

Be liberal in sharing your love, let it surpass eons. 😉 and thus your life as well.

Blessings of the day!!

Ode to God – [Despina Karvounis (Guest poet)]

 

When surrealism ceases to exist, and

Crippling emotions are holding a mind captive,

All arguments being exhausted,

A void opens grand, ready to swallow me and me alone,

A tiny atom in the vastness of the Universe rotating fast,

In a vertigo of crowded solitude, on my own axis,

I am, I stand alone.

 

My struggle has been with you, oh God.

Seas of despair already filled and deserts are

Holding secrets yet, of truths proclaimed.

I spread my soul into an embrace striving to hold

Everyone and everything close, your creation

Is my quest, filling my heart with awe and reverence.

My void is starting to take form,

My swaying in the abyss, a purpose.

 

It is not until I reach in, within, that I find you.

I strive to become as you in order to understand

Your wisdom, I submit my pride and stubbornness,

A solid ground unfolds underneath my feet,

My wings transform into laboring hands, yet

The vastness in my Universe remains filled with all

Things made by word, clay, breath, and love all you.

 

Image
“It is not until I reach, within, that I find you.” Certainly, this is the perfect message on this celebration of rising, to be shared with.  Rise… Rise to within.