into the fullness of divine

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Healing mellifluous hymns of Jesus

when fall onto the believers’ ears

curl up and die their restless ecstasies

like a spiritual rebirth is conceived here.

©Himani Sethi

Down………to earth !

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Travelling alone and far away places

so many landscapes and rugged spaces

grew exhausted…. it sank

on the granulars of golden sand…..

there en-wrapped the mother earth

 fondling in her gentle arms…..

and like a just born baby

it gave in to her warmth.

©Himani Sethi

A whisper that calmed the Divine madness

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In a state of Divine madness

as I ventured out;

so I wandered about

in quest for Divinity…..

And before 

 any immoral stroke of unenlightenment

had its moments

the Divinities set ashore

saving mine

just in time

consciousness….

from going astray

and reading me in whisper……

their message…….. of Humanity.

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 Dear Divine seeker !

…don’t be ‘insane’

go walk the path of Humanity;

be humane.

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Your life

conceived by humankind;

squandering away seeking Divinity

do not ill-define.

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Owe it (your life) to humans;

serve Humanity

reciprocate all tenderness

and much humility.

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 Intent on making this 

   the purpose of your life 

  and let your soul rest in me

 for all the while.

©Himani Sethi

The Phoenix Faith

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In the universe of human beings…
“Faith on Luck” is like a bird of Phoenix
that burns itself to death with every failure
only to rise from its ashes with non-renewed behaviour. 

©Himani Sethi

 

Thought for the Day……

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“Morning comes with swearing Atheism….noon seeks to be dwelled upon it …by evening the allegiance starts shifting following encounters with sufferings ….by night he is Theist again.”

©Himani Sethi

The Ecstasy of Gloom

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As the mirth was fading away, I could see an unrelenting gloom settling down her face. Those gleaming soggy eyes and a lost face that was pulled down in disappointment; were all giving me the pangs of guilt. I could sense a prick in her heart. I wished to physically offer her a comforted hand but that was only a wish….a wish that flew away like a feather in the wind.

The “moment” that came next leafed through some of my thoughts, memories, desires and wishes; yet all good, some old, some contemplation of good goals. And the “moment” that came further next shook me out of this stupor. In an abrupt haste my attention wandered away to her …..only to find her still sitting holding the same gestures: a face that was lost and pulled down in disappointment; eyes gleaming with sogginess stuck down to a point …………..and I could still sense the prick in her heart.

It was reminding me of a quote…”Silence has more eloquence.”

I knew she was more distressed than I was. It seemed inevitable to me for accustomed I was of her jubilation in my achievements that had always been on the higher notes than my notes had been. I, then mustered some strength to say to her, as I said anyway, “don’t play ignorant to the graph that life has drawn by plotting some failures, more challenges, open risks, hard-earned achievements, endless opportunities and ………”

and ………and the next moment I realized …what I spoke, spoke on the other side of my mouth. Alas!!! More Alas and some more….because she was still sitting holding the similar gestures: a lost face that was pulled down in disappointment; eyes gleaming with sogginess stuck down over a point………. and I was still sensing the prick in her heart.

My head then started hunting schemes to break her dedicated attention down and tell her that the life will not hold this situation everlastingly. I wish she could too sense what I was perceiving; what I was desiring and what I was determining the way I was sensing the prick in her heart. But she was so reclusively fixed to her “ecstasy of gloom” that she was still sitting in the similar way holding her gestures: a face that was lost and pulled down in disappointment; eyes gleaming with sogginess stuck down over a point ………and I was still sensing the prick in her heart.

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A few months have passed since…..

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Now looking at her reminds me of another quote, “Time is a good healer”. Today she smiles, laughs, talks, reads, cooks, eats and does every routine chore. Nothing short of miraculous, she amateurishly and in humanly spirit does some motivational speaking too. That’s fairly worth that she has learnt to live as the things are. Nevertheless, she is breathing on a constant hope that some good is in the immediate offing perhaps.

Meanwhile, that gloomy ecstasy is also occupied as someone else has occupied it ! Yes someone else has occupied it !! And that someone else is ME ! How I entered “that” ecstasy of gloom is not even known to me. Where have I lost my unrelenting hopes, my desires, my dreams, my life, my future is not even known to me.

Today when I glance at her I see no hint of this irony on her face. Unfortunate for me that she doesn’t even know that “that” someone else is Me !! No matter what, at the moment I wish “her” to sense my gloom, like I sensed the prick in her heart. I wish “her” to help me get pulled out of “this” gloomy ecstasy like I helped her to. However, mine is only a wish …..a wish that will flow away like a feather in the wind.

A divine intervention……. ..and all I want is to see myself getting released from this gloom state ever and anon; and entering the world of charm, passion, inspiration, desperation and more….. But whatsoever…. for now merely “I am” the one sitting alone in this “ecstasy of gloom” holding the gestures: a face that is lost and pulled down in disappointment; eyes gleaming with sogginess stuck down over a point ……with “no one” around to sense the prick in my heart. 

©Himani Sethi