Journaling- An Endeavour to Contemplation!!

Leonardo AI I came out for a ride Unknown of any destination. A ride among the Crowds of a busy city life, Bathing in a pool of dust & soaking in the shrill Sounds of horns & loud noises. I know not, the road to be taken I know not, where to stop by A ride among the streets Some busy, some quiet. Some- where children running & crying, Some where old school bicycles Quietly stand by… A ride dwelling into ting tong bell of the cycle The ringing of that old song on the radio player And those mesmerizing, Smiling eyes of the lone traveller. A ride in the crowded food street corner, Where crowds rejoicing the evening delights. A ride over the highway Looking up at high in the sky, In search of that whistling sound In search of the sun Hiding behind the clouds. I know not the road to be taken I know not where to stop by Until the discovery of row of trees Swinging with the breeze Here, she comes, the orange butterfly, Fluttering around me as if Welcoming me further down the road

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  सत्य की ओर बढ़ने के लिए समझ सबसे ज्यादा जरुरी  है , फिर प्रयत्न |  समझने की प्रक्रिया -  हमें समझने को क्यूँ कहा जाता है ?  क्यूंकि हमारे पास कुछ धारणाएं हैं , मान्यताएं हैं - जिनको हम सत्य मान पकड़े बैठे हैं |  अगर हमें कहा जा रहा है - समझो - तो इससे सिद्ध होता है - कि हम अपने ही तरह के ज्ञानी हैं | कुज्ञानी |  हम अज्ञानी नहीं है -  यानि ज्ञान का अभाव | हमारे पास व्यर्थ का , घातक तरह का ज्ञान होता है |  और उस घातक ज्ञान को हम सत्य माने बैठे हैं |  तो जब जब श्रीकृष्ण कहते हैं - समझो , बात को समझो :- वो कह रहे हैं - देखो जो तुमने पकड़ रखा है - वो कितना गलत है |  बिना एक तरह का आतंरिक अपमान स्वीकार करे - समझने की प्रक्रिया नहीं हो सकती |  जो पहले समझा था - वो गलत था - आतंरिक अपमान | और ये अपमान अच्छा नहीं लगता - तो भीतर का मैं (अहंकार ) चाल चलता है - और कहता है - "मैं समझ गया " | कहता है - मुझे जो बात कही जा रही है - वो वही बात है , जो मैं पहले से मानता हूँ | तो मैं समझ गया |  जबकि कृष्ण आकर कुछ समझाएंगे - तो बात आतंरिक तल पर चोट देगी , अपमान करेगी और हम वो बर्दाश्त नहीं करना चा

Leonardo AI A free spirited child Walking bare-footed on the road Her little toes taking baby steps Her little fingers playing with fallen leaves, She falls & sits with her legs stretched, Relishing the coolness of the earth. Makes squeaky cries & calls the stranger with both her hands Caresses the face of a stray dog With her fingers & sweetness in her heart The dog, devoid of love, looks innocently into her eyes Both sharing the bond of love & friendship in that little time. She plays happily in the arms of her father Shines like a diamond into the eyes of her mother A happy & fearless child Always a free spirited child!!

A tiny little bird Whistling continuously on a distant tree Intrigued by her sound,  I walked & reached the guava tree. Fanning her wings, Jumping from twig to twig Chirping continuously as if calling her friend, I wonder- whom is she searching for? Suddenly, the sun emerges in the sky,  For a moment, I felt  her friend has come shining for her But, she continues with her whistles And after some time, she takes a pause, Finally flies high up in the sky May be she was doing her riyaaz!!  A sketch by my friend

Leonardo AI I came for a solitary walk, When I met a lone pigeon Sitting on a stair of bricks I wonder- is he lonely tonight? Taking a step near to him But afraid of trespassing His privacy I choose to sit at a distant from him. Giving him company & sharing his loneliness I wonder how he could Sit in one posture for such a long time? Or is he meditating with open eyes? Well! I lie down on the floor & start gazing at the stars Twinkling, shimmering, litter stars Over the vast space And I lose myself in them With pigeon on my side!!

Leonardo AI There it is, Deep inside this heart Breathing safely A……. A caged bird….. Bounded by walls of Protection & security. Dying to be set free, But afraid to spread its wings. From the window of its decorated cage, It glances at the sky For hours…in an endless time. Astounded at the beauty of this life, This infinite sky, drenched in colors of sunlight. The zephyr, blowing with the fragrance of red roses, Fountain rising high, watering green grasses. Blue bees humming, leaves whispering its melodies Birds calling its mates, going back to rest. Stars hidden in the clouds, appearing to shine. Oh! How she wonders to be free And be one with this exquisite life And…..and the caged bird suddenly wakes up Only to realize, that she is a caged bird. Bounded by walls of protection & security… For, her time is flying And her wings are slowly & steadily dying!!

The music of joy!!- click by author! Song in the background Music in the soothing wind Leaves whirling in its own rhythm Pigeons hopping & dancing, Showing off its feathers. Kites on a tour to a long flight Women offering jal to plant tulsi, Designing colorful rangolis, Horns honking in the distant road Clouds are dense, moving in the sky Birds singing songs in the morning light Branches waving and swinging Red roses radiating under the blue sky Bells ringing in the temple in praise of Sun God The world bows down to Him seeking light & life And the song in the background plays again. With the rain drops pouring from the sky. Drumming the floor with its drizzles Kids hurrying up in the fields with their paper boat Laughing and jumping Spreading their arms Drenching in rain Cupping their hands for rain water In their small little palms Swaying and waving Jumping and playing Laughing and shouting As if it’s the last moment Giving a message to life around Let’s bathe in joy for it’

Canva Design I understand that Animal farm is a political satire on Stalin and it’s best to read this novel keeping the background of Russian Revolution in mind.  But..but..but - reading its first chapter and the speech of Old Major wise pig wanted me to talk about things apart from Russian revolution.  Things pertaining to industrialization, animal cruelty prevailing right now in the world out there. Just a brief summary of Chapter 1- Animal Farm- Chapter 1 displays the inhumane and miserable condition of animals, who are led to suffer throughout their life to meet the selfish needs of humans till their very last breathe. Even after they are dead, they are slaughtered and consumed. The land, the world is a place of consumption and there is no place of decency & happiness. And this situation of misery is simply unacceptable to old pig and he wants all the animals to rebel against Man as Man is the only creature consuming without producing milk, eggs, ploughing but strong enough to

In a sea of thoughts, Shooting moment after moment Old memories flooding in Fading & dying Just like green leaves turning Golden brown, withering, falling off & dying. Shallow breaths Short & Quick steps The search is endless For, it knows not The longing of this emptiness Oh! Suddenly, in the dark hours of night This chirrup, the calling of a bird I look up at the sky But in vain & This emptiness prevails. Hence, a bare footed walk, A small, solitary & a drowsy walk To my surprise, There she is Sitting over the roof Of a brick wall, She tries to fly, But in vain, I wonder- is she afraid? Afraid of these dark hours Or may be…. Afraid of being alone In her journey back home This deep longing in her eyes Who knows, whom she is waiting for? What secret is she hiding inside? Keeping aside all these wonders, We sit at a distant with each other Sharing our fears, our emptiness In the dark hours of silent night And bathing in the light of full moon light Her longing eyes t

A random click   Scattered white clouds in the light blue sky Drenched with the orange streaks of sunset Drizzles and the light breeze, Flowers- blue, red, pink, yellow & green Blooming in the garden on the road side With rain drops shining like pearls on green grass. Light green leaves swaying rhythmically The evening is shimmering brightly Brown bees buzzing around bilva leaves Painting the tree with her own glees Fireflies humming around, Dove savoring the beautiful sunset Green, red & yellow bangles Jingling on wristlet. Orange & yellow petals of marigold Spread all over the temple floor, With diyas, lighting up the night In a bright yellow glow. A sudden rainfall, Drumming the ground Painting the soil with life & greenery And this petrichor Filling empty hearts with its Own hues of flattery. Well! The world outside Painted in varied colours Colours of rain, Colours of sunset, Colours of smell, Colours of brightness Colours, Colours, these Lovely, bright & shini