Living my life on my own terms and conditions, I've celebrated life at every given opportunity. Here I take the opportunity to share a few of my experiences in form of poems, short stories or articles.
A mark of cultural identity, Illuminated Heritage buildings; A place that confers spiritual wisdom Freeing you from horrors of the deep And terrors of the skies; A perfect place for a man To spend his days in silence Enjoying harmless joys of solitude With a guiltless heart, free From all dishonest deeds And thoughts of vanity. Breeze carrying the aromatic scents From the incense sticks To cleanse the confined air; and A soul freed from it’s bodily robes. A place of quiet, breaking into occasional Rhapsodies; towing a spiritual line, *Aarti: marking the onset of dawn and dusk Promoting meditation and the study of astronomy. In this tech-savvy age the birthdays of the deity are traditionally and lavishly celebrated.
Beyond hatred and tears Is a twinkle of a lamp Glimmering through the darkness Like some ancient star. The crown of glory scorning all the cares That fate or fortune brings, A pilgrim, arrested by the Ambiance immersed in worship, now dutifully surrenders To the sacred stone, his Divine Majesty; Irrespective to the caste of the person who carved it And melts under its power swaying humbly All the time awestruck at the timelessness Of the mysteries surrounding its ageless past.
*Aarti also spelled arti, arati, arathi, aarthi (In Devanagari: आरती ārtī) is a Hindu religious ritual of worship, a part of puja, in which light from wicks soaked in ghee (purified butter) or camphor is offered to one or more deities. Aartis also refer to the songs sung in praise of the deity, when lamps are being offered.