Namaste,
Month ago, as part of routine I was at hill top.
To meditate on rising sun and do some breathing exercises.
As sun gazing went on, few words like rays start falling down.
Diary got opened, pen cover removed and something flow out.
Today while typing them down, I found so many things went missing.
That flow was so fast, that many things were sensed and yet not written down.
It might be interesting to see, whether still this makes sense or not. Not trying or putting efforts behind correcting mistakes and filling up gap.
offering this poem to parampriya and dedicating this poem to student of AMVM, kechala, odisha.
Once upon a time,
There was world of Bubbles,
Big and small, shiny and vibrant,
layers of them, layer within layer.
Some perfectly round,
Some with unique shapes.
And a bubble maker,
busy in making more bubble,
unaware from where they came,
so fragile, shield view from base.
more and more bubble,
popping out other's bubble,
to secure space for own.
in an attempt to go up,
meet with many hardship,
yet, bubble maker
kept on making bubbles.
Bubbles got its own power,
some fused together and engulfed the bubble maker
yet, bubble maker busy in making more bubble.
small and big, shiny and vibrant
going up, going down, going all over
reflecting million colours
makers gaze full on those multiple hue,
stopped for a moment,
forever chased for that marvel,
movement lead to movement of bubble,
trolling kept on, keeping goal afar
capturing them momentary,
lead ecstasy to pain and grief.
In grief bubble maker
once again started making bubble
trolling, self.
running for dream, which
only brought pleasure and suffering together
confined and suffocated
inside the bubble chamber.
A golden cage, which
no one wished to broke.
Purpose of creator,
different from bubbles path
sent a light which wasn't shiny or captivating,
rather silent and calm.
It looked at complete picture in one sight.
From wisdom sent forth
an idea, all powerful and subtle.
Which tried to enter inside the bubble.
For most it never went in and
reached till bubble maker
creator, sustainer and destroyer
of bubbles, that's what it believed.
Wisdom, kind and caring,
patiently and persevering
waited for opportunity,
'popping of bubble'.
Seizing that broken bubble, entered within a bubble. travelling
layer after layer, in silent
small plausible steps
reached to bubble maker.
A message of wisdom,
which can transform light, bring enlightenment.
In its silent voice, it said
"seek within, find from where
this million beauty came
who brought Bliss in disguise.
Why suffer and soil?
Contemplate in silence
Supreme victory will be thine."
In collapses, construction
of thousand bubble
silent voice went away unheard.
But mark was made,
seed was sawn.
Unconscious of act,
In making of more bubble,
offered a water, air and light
to tiny seed, father of giant tree.
Soon a root sprouted out
A field which was so
far making bubble,
now slowly turning into fertile
difficulty unmountable,
soil spoiled of all chemicals,
sprouting seems as a miracle.
Root grew, took its firm grip
In search of finding more
water, light and air,
In deep need of new soil
silent voice became louder
not clear of this new entrant
bubble maker perplexed
contrary to desire,
few conscious, many unconscious
act lead to more light, air and water.
Till seed broke out of,
into a tiny plant, fragile
dancing in joy, who found companion for pursuit.
As in square world vision
fitting of bubble always left a lonely space
where time to time maker
went to fill gap
as usual by making bubble,
As usual making bubble, solution presented before.
unaware of consequences
rhythmic steps did its work
bursting of bubbles
when awareness dawn, feet stopped.
Joy of new companion
lost again in pleasure and pain.
breaking and making of bubble
once again, bubble maker
went to cherished job
bubbles come out, small & big
shiny & vibrant
only difference was new companion,
a plant used to form a desired shape.
About that plant complain none, knower of fate
and purpose watched, unfolding of scenes.
Plant grew, with its root
shattering solid, firm ground of bubble.
bursting big bubbles which came in between light and him.
bubble maker still caught in old habits,
with slight change of belief that
plant will help in capturing
dream, converting into reality.
It took time, for bubble maker
to realize, helping and caring of others
is something that also gives
a value and wine.
On day of realization, a plant
who became a tree now
most happy, whose years of toil bare some fruit.
en-thrust with new sensation,
in its all passion,
bubble maker, set to work
still unchanged Nature.
Out of custom, wanted to build a big bubble
for all, in which all come in
presenting this very thought to
a mix response aroused
most found, new scheme useless
few liked it, waited forever scheme to work
and decide later
very few came together to build a bubble,
which can encompass all.
early attempts failed,
people laughed, ridiculed by few.
determinant, caught in fire
of helping other, very very few remain
with the task
fully engrossed in work,
care not of own bubble & self.
Bubble maker and very very few friend,
labour day and night, to help needy.
created bubbles for those who can't.
destroying bubbles which seemed
evil, engulfing sensation. fought
very hard to protect other and
punish dark.
In midst of all activity,
bud of flower, came to companion tree
unnoticed it went from eye
whose sight was fixed in
uplift & making universal bubble.
flower came and so does other
creature flock around.
That is when, hearing chirps and myrrhs
attention went to them.
wondering how tree got more friends
and I remain alone.
hesitating, he asked.
tree shared wisdom, like a friend,
without pride.
newer dimension open in front of bubble maker
"Transforming oneself" and "blooming"
few words heard very clear and aloud.
In joy of new knowledge,
watching splendour of companion tree.
Once again bubble maker danced
on enchanting tune.
Piercing many bubbles.
Thinking of transforming many more.
and dreaming to transform bubble world.
bubbly idea arrived
with its own discipline and difficulties
working for transformation
not only outside, within too
new springs of forgiveness and love
grew, healing broken things
providing enthusiasm to endure
as sleep of millennium is not
easy to convert into blissful day
season passed, change come in its own time
which looked as eternity
taking infinitely small steps while heard a marching beat,
tides of light, new forms gushes out
reshaping few, destroying, creating
seeker now learnt various art,
observing oneself in reflection of time.
change was evident, yet partial
unsatisfied it seek for more.
soon time of answer, fruit came,
observing self and trees
ways revealed a deeper mystery
"seek not" "do thy work"
"rest in peace and bliss"
were few phrases heard.
In attempt to find meaning
on logic and data of past, dream of future.
present missed, with presence
compassionate companion
tree had to act.
It was a moment for great
opening. fruit fell down,
breaking into two. cutting the
obstacles and revealing the core.
A light shone, penetrating all.
before one understand, it again
hide beneath the seed
bewildered by sudden happenings
shocked. looked at companion tree
smiling it stood like majesty
bowing before tree, seed was planted near by, carefully
under observation remain for time
waiting for next revelation to come.
Joy doubled as series of plantation
took place
from death of bubble, to new life.
till a one perfect all
embracing is found
bubble maker, learning this new art
come out of bubble
layer by layer, ye watchful of
not bursting others and putting
them in pain. with careful hand
those who were ready, open planted
a seed, given by companion.
Task will be done in time of light.
As all is light made.
continuing unfinished task,
unaware of fateful day,
a promise from companion tree
bubble maker too grow tall, compassionate
not asked for fruit, took what just
needed. life became harmonious
flow, river rolling to meet sea.
only time will say
what fruit those seed bare and
whether world will change?
not remain a question, any more
everything will blossom
as an offering
foaming splashing, blowing
ways of making bubbles
will be considered childish act.
sooner or later, child will grow
into a being of youth
carrying out new job in tune
with nature
not making bubble any longer
It will just be and build
a world of beauty.
- vaibhav pandya
19-02-2016, on mountain top of kechala, koraput, odisha.
Month ago, as part of routine I was at hill top.
To meditate on rising sun and do some breathing exercises.
As sun gazing went on, few words like rays start falling down.
Diary got opened, pen cover removed and something flow out.
Today while typing them down, I found so many things went missing.
That flow was so fast, that many things were sensed and yet not written down.
It might be interesting to see, whether still this makes sense or not. Not trying or putting efforts behind correcting mistakes and filling up gap.
offering this poem to parampriya and dedicating this poem to student of AMVM, kechala, odisha.
There was world of Bubbles,
Big and small, shiny and vibrant,
layers of them, layer within layer.
Some perfectly round,
Some with unique shapes.
And a bubble maker,
busy in making more bubble,
unaware from where they came,
so fragile, shield view from base.
more and more bubble,
popping out other's bubble,
to secure space for own.
in an attempt to go up,
meet with many hardship,
yet, bubble maker
kept on making bubbles.
Bubbles got its own power,
some fused together and engulfed the bubble maker
yet, bubble maker busy in making more bubble.
small and big, shiny and vibrant
going up, going down, going all over
reflecting million colours
makers gaze full on those multiple hue,
stopped for a moment,
forever chased for that marvel,
movement lead to movement of bubble,
trolling kept on, keeping goal afar
capturing them momentary,
lead ecstasy to pain and grief.
In grief bubble maker
once again started making bubble
trolling, self.
running for dream, which
only brought pleasure and suffering together
confined and suffocated
inside the bubble chamber.
A golden cage, which
no one wished to broke.
Purpose of creator,
different from bubbles path
sent a light which wasn't shiny or captivating,
rather silent and calm.
It looked at complete picture in one sight.
From wisdom sent forth
an idea, all powerful and subtle.
Which tried to enter inside the bubble.
For most it never went in and
reached till bubble maker
creator, sustainer and destroyer
of bubbles, that's what it believed.
Wisdom, kind and caring,
patiently and persevering
waited for opportunity,
'popping of bubble'.
Seizing that broken bubble, entered within a bubble. travelling
layer after layer, in silent
small plausible steps
reached to bubble maker.
A message of wisdom,
which can transform light, bring enlightenment.
In its silent voice, it said
"seek within, find from where
this million beauty came
who brought Bliss in disguise.
Why suffer and soil?
Contemplate in silence
Supreme victory will be thine."
In collapses, construction
of thousand bubble
silent voice went away unheard.
But mark was made,
seed was sawn.
Unconscious of act,
In making of more bubble,
offered a water, air and light
to tiny seed, father of giant tree.
Soon a root sprouted out
A field which was so
far making bubble,
now slowly turning into fertile
difficulty unmountable,
soil spoiled of all chemicals,
sprouting seems as a miracle.
Root grew, took its firm grip
In search of finding more
water, light and air,
In deep need of new soil
silent voice became louder
not clear of this new entrant
bubble maker perplexed
contrary to desire,
few conscious, many unconscious
act lead to more light, air and water.
Till seed broke out of,
into a tiny plant, fragile
dancing in joy, who found companion for pursuit.
As in square world vision
fitting of bubble always left a lonely space
where time to time maker
went to fill gap
as usual by making bubble,
As usual making bubble, solution presented before.
unaware of consequences
rhythmic steps did its work
bursting of bubbles
when awareness dawn, feet stopped.
Joy of new companion
lost again in pleasure and pain.
breaking and making of bubble
once again, bubble maker
went to cherished job
bubbles come out, small & big
shiny & vibrant
only difference was new companion,
a plant used to form a desired shape.
About that plant complain none, knower of fate
and purpose watched, unfolding of scenes.
Plant grew, with its root
shattering solid, firm ground of bubble.
bursting big bubbles which came in between light and him.
bubble maker still caught in old habits,
with slight change of belief that
plant will help in capturing
dream, converting into reality.
It took time, for bubble maker
to realize, helping and caring of others
is something that also gives
a value and wine.
On day of realization, a plant
who became a tree now
most happy, whose years of toil bare some fruit.
en-thrust with new sensation,
in its all passion,
bubble maker, set to work
still unchanged Nature.
Out of custom, wanted to build a big bubble
for all, in which all come in
presenting this very thought to
a mix response aroused
most found, new scheme useless
few liked it, waited forever scheme to work
and decide later
very few came together to build a bubble,
which can encompass all.
early attempts failed,
people laughed, ridiculed by few.
determinant, caught in fire
of helping other, very very few remain
with the task
fully engrossed in work,
care not of own bubble & self.
Bubble maker and very very few friend,
labour day and night, to help needy.
created bubbles for those who can't.
destroying bubbles which seemed
evil, engulfing sensation. fought
very hard to protect other and
punish dark.
In midst of all activity,
bud of flower, came to companion tree
unnoticed it went from eye
whose sight was fixed in
uplift & making universal bubble.
flower came and so does other
creature flock around.
That is when, hearing chirps and myrrhs
attention went to them.
wondering how tree got more friends
and I remain alone.
hesitating, he asked.
tree shared wisdom, like a friend,
without pride.
newer dimension open in front of bubble maker
"Transforming oneself" and "blooming"
few words heard very clear and aloud.
In joy of new knowledge,
watching splendour of companion tree.
Once again bubble maker danced
on enchanting tune.
Piercing many bubbles.
Thinking of transforming many more.
and dreaming to transform bubble world.
bubbly idea arrived
with its own discipline and difficulties
working for transformation
not only outside, within too
new springs of forgiveness and love
grew, healing broken things
providing enthusiasm to endure
as sleep of millennium is not
easy to convert into blissful day
season passed, change come in its own time
which looked as eternity
taking infinitely small steps while heard a marching beat,
tides of light, new forms gushes out
reshaping few, destroying, creating
seeker now learnt various art,
observing oneself in reflection of time.
change was evident, yet partial
unsatisfied it seek for more.
soon time of answer, fruit came,
observing self and trees
ways revealed a deeper mystery
"seek not" "do thy work"
"rest in peace and bliss"
were few phrases heard.
In attempt to find meaning
on logic and data of past, dream of future.
present missed, with presence
compassionate companion
tree had to act.
It was a moment for great
opening. fruit fell down,
breaking into two. cutting the
obstacles and revealing the core.
A light shone, penetrating all.
before one understand, it again
hide beneath the seed
bewildered by sudden happenings
shocked. looked at companion tree
smiling it stood like majesty
bowing before tree, seed was planted near by, carefully
under observation remain for time
waiting for next revelation to come.
Joy doubled as series of plantation
took place
from death of bubble, to new life.
till a one perfect all
embracing is found
bubble maker, learning this new art
come out of bubble
layer by layer, ye watchful of
not bursting others and putting
them in pain. with careful hand
those who were ready, open planted
a seed, given by companion.
Task will be done in time of light.
As all is light made.
continuing unfinished task,
unaware of fateful day,
a promise from companion tree
bubble maker too grow tall, compassionate
not asked for fruit, took what just
needed. life became harmonious
flow, river rolling to meet sea.
only time will say
what fruit those seed bare and
whether world will change?
not remain a question, any more
everything will blossom
as an offering
foaming splashing, blowing
ways of making bubbles
will be considered childish act.
sooner or later, child will grow
into a being of youth
carrying out new job in tune
with nature
not making bubble any longer
It will just be and build
a world of beauty.
- vaibhav pandya
19-02-2016, on mountain top of kechala, koraput, odisha.
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