A Forgotten Fragrant Tale.


Embodiment of cosmos’s unmatched splendour;
Petal-woven, becharming and velvety wonder.
Comport I, the rosiness of squillion blushes;
Peaching the folklore of love’s unnamed crushes.

Unceasing are my colors, amidst bleaching rains;
Accede I not to the erratic, wind-bestowed pains.
Welcome I equal, season be spring or autumn;
Fend I grand, mouthing each un-mouthed reason.

Fleece you off my nectar, my soul….. you dent;
Even so, I take my purpose, unfolding scent.
Pluck me or crunch me, abide I no vengeance;
Fount of love I am, mercy is my indulgence.

Chain you futile, my spell-bound presence;
Know you not, I am the unharnessed essence.
Subsist I, beyond the cold thresholds of death;
Reincarnating fondly, in every scented breath.

Warming up I last, against the yellowing pages;
Unlocking the memories’ erstwhile cages.
Deep in the heart’s ocean, where emotions sail;
Smile I beamingly, as a forgotten fragrant tale.

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The mystic fragrance left on my sandals.


The subdued sunshine over the mountains, the chirping of birds, the pitter-patter of raindrops, many hues of splendid flowers, the rustling of leaves, the fickleness of winds, the magical flux of a stream wholly riddled all my senses. My senses benumbed to saturation with the divine nature. There was no other me other than the one in oneness with the nature. I rested my body against the lush green carpet. The cool headed grass blades swaying over my forehead stilled me to peaceful thoughts. I swam in the contemplation of my thoughts and desires. I hit my little mind asking, “When we have access to such beautiful nature in abundance, why don’t we utilize this never-ending resource of life and wisdom?” The mightiness of my vivid thoughts seemed inferior in of the power of sleep goddess. At last, my thought power bowed in front of the sleep power, which none ever walked on this earth succeeded to resist and win over. My drooping eyes battling to stay wide and awake ended up tasting darkness.  A beautiful dream or a subtle reality dawned over me completely. There I realized myself lulled in the lap of a never seen yet a much known damsel draped in awesomeness of untainted love.  Her sparkling eyes flooding with love arrested me in all my amazement. I uttered, ‘Who are you and what do you do? Where do you put up?’ She replied in her mesmerizing voice saying, ‘I am mother Nature. I care, nourish, comfort and teach the essence of God planned life of happiness and contentment to all my little children. I am everywhere and accessible to all.’

I poured my curiosity over forgiveness. In all my innocence and with infinite faith in getting an answer, I voiced. ‘What is Forgiveness?’ The damsel smiled at me with pursed lips and said, ‘You have to earn your answer through your own experience but to keep your flame of faith stable, I say that you will get your answer very soon.’

A raindrop over my cheek mustered up to shook me off. My eyes that were gazing at the infiniteness of the clear sky, obligated to view the gray sky infused with fully blown clouds. The last thing that echoed in my ears was, “You will get your answer very soon”. I was just wondering how that would be possible ever. It was just a dream. One part of me was completely nullifying my hope about getting an answer and the other part was fueling my faith. Clueless of how to strike a balance between these two conflicting ideas, I tried to be diplomat. I settled to go on with my instincts that were directing me to something good to happen.  Suddenly, I earned that the nature was painting itself in pitch black. Shutting off my reasoning mind, I immediately took to my heels. On my journey back home, I did not really notice what was brutally been crushed underneath my feet. I was just carrying the sorry feeling for the unknown souls. I reached my home gasping for breath. To my surprise, there was no one at home. To stamp out the lonesomeness inside and outside of me, I just willy-nilly picked up a book from my Grandpa’s library. I read few quotes from the book. The queasiness left behind by my irrational dream did not allow for concentration. I felt like closing the book but was not able to, as something was hinting me to certain thing inside the book. A complete bizarre experience took hold of me. A feeling that be forced neither to dance to the tune of ink nor be confined to few strokes on keyboard nor be rendered a voice.

I carefully furnished my view all over the inside of that book. My eyes refused to move further at one point, where they wedded to quote that said, FORGIVENESS IS THE FRAGRANCE THAT THE VIOLET SHEDS ON THE HEEL THAT HAS CRUSHED IT. The air grew tacit with me and I sensed something nameless in the room. I hotfooted to the living room, where my sandals reposed unconsciously as if they smelt out something uncanny and swooned…………..one at the shoe stand and other at the dining table. I guess, the one at the table tried to break away but gave up ending at the feet of a dining chair. I observed that the blood of those crushed down painted my white pair of sandals with purple hues. I was puzzling over many and so I tried to calm down my anxiety. I recollected that the violets on which I stamped over while I was running in the dark rendered my sandals a purple stain. On the other sandal, I could find few dead violets who sacrificed themselves for a purpose. However, what could that intent be? I went back to my room and re-read the quote for long. I realized that the nature in the form of those violets taught me a great lesson of forgiveness. Being slave to selfishness, I ran for my life in the dark paying no heed to those crushed down underneath. I convinced myself that I cared for those and I had that sorry feeling while my feet stamped over them but sorry cannot bring a dead violet alive. At last, I defied having a close look at those dead violets. They seemed smiling. It was awesome! They smelled sweet. It was fantastic.

The sweet scent pervaded my senses and satiated the air, putting me to disgrace. Those dead souls did not avenge their life; instead, they left a cherished fragrance on the sandal heels, the murderer. More than a mere fragrance of violets, it was a pure forgiveness.  Violets taught me an object lesson. Nature answered me. Yes. Forgiveness is a fragrance left by those who forgive you in spite of the hurts you give them. Let us forgive ALL and let us be the personification of this fragrance.

Hate The Hatred – The forgiveness way!

Right from the time when the hatred takes its first breath in you, your ears go deaf listening up people enjoining, “Forgive, forgive and just forgive. When you embark on conceiving it for the sake of just conceiving, some more estimable band of mortals animates this to the next level by saying “Forgive and Forget”. I guess I, you, and everyone feel the same way……Forgiving itself is so difficult that Forgetting is just inconceivable.

My belief extended much outside this. I exhausted three years of my life involving myself “Why should I pardon them when they have obtruded so much of pain in me? Why should I take pains to exercise forgiveness? Instead, why can’t they learn not to hurt others? Why should I put all the crusades resting there unused in the world to launder that strong steadied down hatred I have for them when they filled me with that filth to the brim by way of their fallacious deeds and ghosting twits? Why should I attain a habit of purifying myself unremittingly of the grime they hurl at me every time and is this the only job left for me to do?  And so on……..” Time blew over and I observed that few halted throwing the mud at me seeing me cleansed but a huge many turned green-eyed seeing me cleansed exceedingly and threw more mud at me. When few stopped for a while, I felt like practicing it a bit more. However, when the rest exhibited the real them, I lost. At that juncture, only once thing tenanted my whole mind space, “WHY CANNOT PEOPLE WITHSTAND MY HAPPINESS?”

A humble and noble monk explicated that nursing the hatred in me; I am nullifying my own good. I am making myself lose by creating the hollowness in me and hollowness can never channel any strength to anything or anyone. The people who cause you to suffer pay no heed to what you are going through and just enjoy their life passing on further. However, the victim looks back every second to brood and relive the experience – slugging oneself in the VIRTUAL PAST, devoid of what the real past wanted to teach, what the present is manifesting into and what good the future will hold for. I started hating and just hating………..What????????? Yes. I started hating the hatred the forgiveness way. I gradually grew a muscle not to resist hatred but to overcome it. The more I resisted the more it persisted. Therefore, I regained the strong muscle by way of complete forgiveness.

Love Looks Forward,

Hate Looks back,

Anxiety Has Eyes All Over Its Head.

Therefore, do not look back or sideways. Just look forward for all the good life has to offer you.

Now, let me introduce you to my humble and noble monk- the good old monk was none other than my only Heart. I am sure it is and will be my forever-personal guidance.