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Tuesday, June 7, 2022

That which Is



That which is Perceiving
is That which Is -
this play of myriad
forms and faces,
colours and shapes,
smells and sounds.

This mysterious creation
that captures attention -
ours, towards herself
every single moment -
is also the place
for deeper recognition
of our true self -
That is Witnessing all this.

The experiences
of Pain and Suffering,
of Loss and Missing someone -
How different these are
from the experiences
of Pleasure and Happiness,
of Gain and Company!
And yet how so similar!

This experiencing of
That which Not Is -
as true, for ourselves - 
Is that that fuels
this colourful cinema.
But the essence is
not the experience
but the experiencer.

True Myths, and
Existant Dreams -
Not that need to discard -
but, the way we cling to
our bound beliefs -
Unwilling to let go
and explore beyond -
Is that that sheathes us
from the Infinite Oneness.

Of Opinions and Arguments,
Of Judgements and Reactions -
our lives have been jailed
in that that we believe
that we know to be true.
Yet, if we allow ourselves, then
At the Moment of Withdrawing
from all the actions and efforts,
in that lap of silence,
we touch a space
that is untouched -
That which Is -
Our true self!

-- nayan
Tuesday, 7th June, 2022
Patna

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Monday, June 6, 2022

আমার মৃত্যু - My Death


আমার মৃত্যু
হোক যেন 
একটি গাছের চরণতলে,
খোলা আকাশের নিচে,
মাটির বুকে,
কংক্রিটের উপর নয়।

যেখানে
হাওয়াকে আটকাতে
কৃত্রিম দেয়াল হবে না,
সত্যকে লুকোতে
মুখোশের আড়াল হবে না,
যেন সেই পবিত্রতায়
প্রাণ যায় আমার।

যেখানে
অহংকে খুশি করতে
ঢাক পেটানো হবে না,
কী করেছি, কী করিনি,
সেই নামের তকমা হবে না,
যেন সেই ভারহীনতায়
করি দেহত্যাগ।

যা এলে কেউ খেয়াল করে না,
উড়ে গেলেও কেউ টের পায় না,
তেমনই কাউকে না মাড়িয়ে,
কোনও আঁচড় না কেটে,
সেই পাখির
হালকা পালকের মতো,
যেন চলে যাই।

এক নাম না জানা
আগন্তুকের মতো,
বোঝা না বাড়িয়ে,
যাওয়ার সময় যেন
কোনও হ্যাঙাম ছাড়াই,
চুপি চুপি
নিই বিদায়।

আমাকে রেখো না মনে,
কেঁদোও না যেন
আমার কথা ভেবে,
নিজের জীবনকে সাজিও
তোমার নিজের মতো করে,
কেবল দেখো যেন
কেউ কষ্ট না পায়,
কোনও প্রাণ।

আমার আগুন ঠান্ডা হোক,
মাটিতে, বায়ুতে,
জলে ও আকাশে,
মিলে অভিন্ন হোক
আমার ভ্রমের ভিন্নতা,
বিচার ও ধারণার ঊর্ধ্বে,
বুদ্ধির কাঁটা ছুরির থেকে দূর,
নিয়ে চলো প্রভু।

হে বিধাতা,
আমায় মিলিয়ে দিও না
যেন আবার
তোমার নতুন সৃষ্টির সরঞ্জামে।
নিরঞ্জন করো ঠাকুর,
ঠাঁই দিও আমায়
তোমার নির্মল নিস্তব্ধতায়।

-- নয়ন
সোমবার, 6 জুন, 2022
পাটনা

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Wednesday, March 17, 2021

सत् Sat

सतनाम, सत्संग, सदगुरु।
सन्मति, सदगती, सन्मार्ग।
सदभाव, सद्दृष्टी, सत्कर्म।
सद्विचार, सदाचार, सद्व्यवहार।


Sat is a Sanskrit word meaning "the true essence" and "which is unchangeable" of an entity, species or existence. Sat is a common prefix in ancient Indian literature and variously implies that which is good, true, virtuous, being, happening, real, existing, enduring, lasting, essential. Wikipedia

Wednesday, February 10, 2021

Realisation of a misplaced soul


People come here
to live homeless, but that too 
becomes like a home
with all its illusions.
So wise it is to keep moving,
never allowing the 
sense of permanence 
to get over you.

The sense of belonging
is a tough deal to keep,
more than the insurance it gives, 
it's shakles keep your head under 
the sand, and chokes you, 
it sheaths your eyes, 
so you can't see that 
you were born to fly.

But yourself turn you not
into a morose face 
brooding over the uselessness
that all of us shall die one day;
don't you whine, for anything that 
longer stays loses it's shine,
for a wonder that is short and
not certain gives us a chance to 
cherish our lives divine.

So may we live with the resolve
"die another day",
not to avoid what can't be;
but 'cause it never fails to show up,
we hold in our eyes the spark
and live with as much 
love and as much joy,
the life that is today!

~nayan
wed, 10th feb 2021,
patna



Wednesday, February 3, 2021

It's time to connect back


Thus spake the wise word -
excess of anything
is always bad,
but few can foresee
what for most,
only time has to tell.

Those who rule those who toil,
those who strike those who bear,
those who break those who join,
if only their hearts would have 
felt their pain,
and their bodies would have 
seen their sweat,
and their veins would have 
sipped their sap,
they would have
listened more and spoken less,
given more and taken less,
embraced more and banished less,
for those that are one,
divide not for selfish gain,
for those that love
dwell not on the path of hate,
for those that are in touch
direct not like a race,
but cares truly like a friend,
and stands by the side,
helps when it helps,
holds a torch otherwise.

Oh dear!
do you hear?
it's time to connect back!


~nayan
wed, 3rd feb 2021
patna




Sunday, January 31, 2021

lovely are the little things

lovely are the little things 
that are available to us 
just for free!
but how many of us 
take notice 
and express gratitude?
and life goes on...
let these remain as is,
so those with hearts
may continue to offer gifts 
to those who are not known,
for that is a great blessing
in being able to give
for someone who is in need.
no, don't call it charity,
for its vanity lies in pride,
but welcome it as 
a homecoming of family,
related through bonds 
long forgotten and lost.
and behold that
as the purest gesture,
for the heart that gives sans pride
is the hand that embraces all
without prejudice.

~ love
nayan
sunday the 31st of january, 2021
patna

Saturday, December 12, 2020

flowing ink


ink flows over an empty paper
tracing lines of its own,
paths that are known and old,
to its own fold shall it be sold?
no! the flowing force never be lone!
the painter does mysteries unfold,
when nudges she into shapes untold,
and enters into the lively zone,
of beauty, but with spots bold,
the heart forever inked to behold!

- nayan
Sat, 12 December 2020
Patna