Cold, damp, dark corner,
I hear a sound,
melancholy in the air,
and yet enriched by melody,
dancing in the fabric of wind,
the waves of sound reaches my year,
pierces my soul.
Who can sing such a song,
I wonder,
by mere utterance of sounds,
who can make a heart bleed?
drenched in the melancholy of her sound,
I let the tears flow.
rolling down my cheeks ,
I stay in that moment,
unaware of the divine goal.
I step closer,
straining in darkness,
my eyes look for the source of the sound,
it must be injured,
i think,
a bird fallen from sky,
hurt, hunted,
in pain it must have cried.
And there she lies alone,
scared, scarred, but with serene eyes,
in agony she weeps and cries,
the river of that melancholic song,
or the tears of a stunned soul,
weeping alone in the dark,
may be she has lost all the hope. I pick her up in my palms,
her wings are wet, she shiver in cold,
I look into her sad eyes,
but not darkness !
but a serene shine,
as if to assure me , she gave me a gentle smile.
Oh tiny bird ,I ask,
you sing in pain,
in grief you breath alone,
and yet when I peep in your eyes ,
why is not anger nor denial,
but i see only love so pure ?
and then as she rested herself in my palm,
and silence flowed through the wind,
gently she looked into my eyes ,
and her song started unfolding within..
“change is the the only constant in earthly journey,
eternal is the essence within,
yes I have lost my beloved today,
hunted by human arrogance leaving me in enduring keen .
And yet , all losses are really gain,
for this suffering has awaken the door within,
though body may be lost and shattered,
the soul inside me never looses its shin.
though losses do look so real,
just an illusion in time and space,
There is really nothing ever to lose,
and yet we find us trapped in this mad race.
Acceptance is the first step,
gratitude paves the way,
beyond grief lies the liberation,
and yet in grief we tend to stay.
Everything is subject to change,
suffering is immutable law of creation,
ecstasy must give way to grief,
togetherness must give way to separation
When we claim - “ its me who achieves”
for suffering we already have sown the seed,
but if we forget not, that we merely are tool,
we can finally begin , to free ourself of grief.” —-
Budha gave us the teaching of 4 noble truths and 8 fold path towards liberation.
The 4 noble truth he said are:
suffering -is inevitable.
Origin -of this suffering is craving, desire and attachment which arise.
Cessation- of this suffering can be attained by the letting go identification with body, ego and mind.
Noble eight fold path- is the path leading to renouncement of this attachment and thus cessation of suffering.
Unless we realize the true nature of being, unless we let go false identification with body , mind and ego - the suffering will remain as the very essence of this existence.
