Something... that was more than Love!

TIME,the only thing that keeps moving…

People say, as it written in the holy Vedas, the Puranas, the Bhagavad Gita… that when one dies and leaves the organic body - the flesh- the one “Soul” only takes the Paap and Punya to the heaven, as the rest is left behind here… that it is to be judged consequently by the Almighty! And on the basis of the judgement he/she gets a rebirth or remains as a free living soul near God.

Someday, it was a winter afternoon,

I sat down on my bed, sometime lay asleep with eyes open…lost again in the world of memories and wild thoughts… with the music play:

“Meri adhoori kahani,
lo dastan ban gayi…
Zindagi ne
Pehni hai
Muskan
Karne lagi hai
Itna.. karam
Kyun na jaane
Karvat lene lage hain
Armaan phir bhi
Hai aankh num
Kyun na jaane
O saiyan…..”

Mmm… what did I carry??

The whispering tone of his voice, the tender touch, the warmth of his love that I saw every time through his eyes, brought tears in my eyes… there I asked myself, what Punya, did I do??Till now…!!

How much effective and helpful am I to this world??

Had I ever brought happiness to anyone’s life? Lots of question cropped up!!

Silence, darkness, tears, pain covered me like the dark dull clouds spreading all over the sky, I kept thinking on and on…

After a while, there came a voice from the holy soul… Soul of God, answered me…

“Keep safe… Your love, My Child”

Irrespective of the surviving time…

“Hold on and walk on… bring that love with you, while yours is the last journey to this Earth”

I was silent, tears rolling… I smiled to myself, confused and lost whether it was of happiness that our love is accepted, or it was the pain that reflected, the loss of losing him!

Looking to the Lord, I promised myself to carry “Our Love” till the ever last … So that, someday or another, in the other world, I could stand brave in front of God and could relegate our Love on His holy feet…

Just like a Mother carrying her baby in the stormy night, till the dawn breaks!

Unfolding Love

Like a fresh morning’s sunrays,
And the fruitlike open of the flowers,
Here I unfold my love for you…

With nothing more to lose,
I stand still, gaze the unseen World,
Yet more to unfold…

To the mirror, I focus and hear a murmuring tune,
A song that never has its beats…
With the lost tune, still I unfold in the rhythm…

The prevailing wind, the altered days,
and the growing years,
With no more dreams, here I closely let myself to the “Nature”