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

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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

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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

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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

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

বারবার কেন... ? Bar bar keno... ?

কি করে চিনবো তোকে

আমি নিজেরেই যে চিনি না!

দেবতার গ্রাসে,

মানুষের দীর্ঘশ্বাসে,

জগতের রুদ্ধশ্বাসে,

আমি বসে রই একা!

এই অখিল ভুবনে

এসেছিলাম তো একা!

তবু কেন সে আমাকে

মায়ের মমতায়, 

পিতার ভালোবাসায়,

সখার সাধে 

জড়িয়ে রাখে?

স্তব্ধ হিয়ার মাঝে,

চোখের পাতার ভীতরে,

আলোর অসংখ্য বুদবুদ

কেন ঘুমোতে দেয় না?

কেন এই পটে বারবার

একই ছবি ফুটে আসে?

একমাত্র শিল্পীর 

আঙ্গুলের ইশারায়,

কেন বারবার আলো 

নেভে আর জ্বলে?

যে দিকেই চাই,

দিকভ্রান্ত হয়ে যাই,

এর কোন মানে হয় না!

তবু কেন ভালো লাগে?

তাই কি বারবার

আলো জ্বলে ওঠে,

আর এই পর্দায় ভেসে ওঠে

নানা রঙের ছায়াছবিগুলো?

হাততালি পড়ে,

কান্নার অশ্রু ঝরে,

প্রেমে দুনয়ন ভাসে,

হিংসায় পরান জ্বলে!

তবু কেন মন ভরে যায় না?

কাতর কন্ঠে

আনন্দের সুর কি মানায়?

আশার চক্ষে

আশঙ্কার আগুন কি দেখায়?

এই উল্টোপাল্টা ছড়া বেঁধে

বেশ চলেছে গল্পটা!

উদ্দাম ঢেউয়ের জলে

হাবুডুবু খাওয়া পিঁপড়ের কাছে

সাগরের কূল খুঁজে পাওয়ার

নিছক কল্পনা যতখানি হাস্যকর,

তার চেয়ে অনেক বেশি

ওর দম বন্ধ করা মরম-বেদনা -

যে সে কিছুই জানে না!

-- 

১০ই ডিসেম্বর ২০২০

রাত ১০.৩০

পাটনা

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the fall and the rise

The descent of the heavenly creeper,

was it it's longing to touch the motherly soil,

or the selfish pull of her gravitational embrace?

And the ascent of the grounded one,

pushing itself away from the restricting entangle,

aspiring to the limitlessness of the infinite blue!

The fall and the rise

of the risen and the fallen,

symbolising the longings

of an eternal union,

of the sky and the earth,

makes such a beauty

on the canvas of creation!

- nayan

Tue, 8th Dec 2020

Patna