What Am I

I have always tried to comprehend life. I tried to write in complex words, paint vivid pictures, and wrap in metaphorical poems to articulate the more profound meaning of life that I feel, but that seems unnecessary now. They make it look ugly as they tend to be misinterpreted due to subjective comprehensive differences between persons. But, all men can do is try.

On a very basic level, I am a bulk of energy walking down the road. Sun's energy which can be quantified and converted fills my stomach directly and indirectly. I am the walking energy source. I can convert a packet of food into energy that feeds my body. I keep myself alive. I help myself heal every day.

Additionally, I am a mini-universe. I have a source of energy. I have a sustaining system that is running continuously. I get my own gravitational field. I am filled with tranquility and noise at the same time. Little by little, I am expanding my experiences. I flow with time. Also, I am an animal. I carry basic animalistic traits. I crave to survive. I am guided by the basic law of struggle for existence. I fight for my food and basic needs. I try to dominate the herd and portray myself as superior. These all are some of the animalistic traits.

I am more than just an animal as I selectively control the basic animalistic traits. I have control. I presume that makes me more than just an animal. Also, I have uniqueness. I can think and I can act. I have complete control over the dynamics of my universe. I am the king of my own will. My universe runs according to my plan.

On a more profound level, I am a realistic projection of my imaginative thoughts. I am what I think. I am what my past biases have guided me to do and to be. I am nothing, guided by biases that forced me to make decisions that created new experiences that again shaped me and my biases. I am what my circumstances made me. I am wet soil clay that I can use to create anything. I just need to create more biases and reinforce those. I am every possible reality. I can be what I want. But, What do I really want? I have been searching for answers to this for months. Will get back to you soon.

भर

कस्को पर्खाईमा छौ तिमी?
समय तिमीलाई पर्खिरहेछ |
संसार बदल्ने तिमी नै हौ ,
आउने जाने क्रम त भइरहेछ !

बाधा अड्चन त हुनेछन्, तर तिमिलाई याद होस ! तुफानलाई बाधाले रोक्दैन || सोचले अड्काउला निरन्तरतालाई? तर अठोटले सोचलाई जित्छ| लक्ष्य यति ठूलो बनाउँ कि? तिम्रो लक्ष्य सुन्दा अरुलाई डर लागोस् | सोच ,खोज ,लड, उठ ! संसारको निम्ति होइन, आफ्नो निम्ति | तिमी योद्धा हौ, बादल माथि सोचको पंख फिजाएर, कल्पनामा संसार निर्माण गर्ने प्राणी | हावाको बहावलाई चिरेर, सूर्यको तापलाई छेकेर, ब्रह्माण्डको शक्तिलाई आफूभित्र समेट्ने प्राणी | विचार र विश्वासको भरमा, संसारको भाग्य निर्माण गर्ने प्राण | भोको लक्ष्य, दृढ अठोट, गन्तव्य समक्ष छौं, तैपनि अलमल्ल? आँधीलाई चिरेर, पहाड पन्छाएर| तिमी धैर्य चोर,यही प्रकृतिसँग ! स्तब्धताबाट उपदेश निकाल्दै , शून्यताबाट भाव निकाल्दै , जोस घट्ला कहिले? पथ हराउला कहिले? आफैले धकल आफूलाई, आफ्नै भर गर अहिले ! जगतलाई जुन चमत्कार लाग्छ. तिमी त्यस्तो कार्य गर | बीर गाथाहरू,हुन्छन् जुन किताबमा, तिमी त्यसका कथाहरु भर |

"The People"

 

When I look at people,
I see the eyes .
The eyes,they never lie.
Frustrated swollen eyes ;
Sad dry eyes ;
Dreadful clam eyes ;
Happier small eyes ;

When I look at the people,
I observe that,
they see happiness through a smile.
they feel sadness through the face.
they consume sadness out through tears.
they live a moment through years.

When I look at the people,
Voidness is underjoyed.
Tranquility is neglected.
Stupidity is highly praised.
Life is merely a success.

Then,
When I look at the sky,
I see the clouds.
Far away, always wandering.
I see the stars.
Twinkling and overwhelming.
I see the birds.
Flying freely yet bounded .

When I look at the sky.
I feel tiny.
I feel I am nothing.
I feel this little life.
I feel me.

And, 

Now

When I look at the people.
I see 'the people'.

Pen ! Oh Pen .

 While tuning the tip of my pen,

I saw words flowing out of it.

deep words, simple words

hopeless words, intertwined words

words for you, words of me.

I was not trying too hard to move my hand.

it just outbrusted spontaneously.

just a bunch of words

so connected,

so constrained

to imply the feelings or not just feelings.

Here,

A cup of feelings originating from nowhere.

I wrote them down all.

Maybe

this is a misinterpretation!

Rather,

 I let the pen express its awareness

as it has now become a part of me.

Oh, I can

draw my imagination,

write the depth of my thoughts,

solve the curiosity,

jumble the bunch of words for rhymed whispering.

I can amazingly do them all.

Eventually,

I can relate with the pen.

ink gradually disappears

so the life we have.

some have broken tips, faded inks

and here with a broken heart, faded   soul

we are denying the truth.

Yet,

There is always a brighter side.

just like refilling the ink

can't we rejuvenate our life

with gratitude in this awesome world ??

And,

I love the faith between the pen and paper.

Consistently and smoothly flowing lines

constructing the essence of life as

poetry, art, and science.

I just love the faith.

Seeking Tranquility: Unveiling the Path to Inner Peace

In the midst of life's relentless pressures and the ache of unmet expectations, the phrase "I want inner peace" often emerges as a poignant reflection of our yearning. When external forces, such as the weight of unforeseen challenges, exert an undue influence on our thoughts, they can plunge us into psychological turbulence and emotional discord, leaving us feeling adrift within ourselves. Navigating this state of being lost becomes a formidable task, impeding our ability to nurture the serenity essential for true inner peace.

But what exactly is inner peace?

Rather than an enigmatic or solely spiritual condition, inner peace is, at its core, a state in which our daily actions are undertaken with a sense of contentment. It's that heartfelt smile that graces our lips during conversations, and the feeling of shedding a burdensome load that no longer weighs us down. Peace embodies a tranquil flow of time and a profound depth of thought. It serves as a catalyst for cultivating emotional intelligence, while even the very air we breathe carries traces of its calming essence. The susurrus of falling leaves encapsulates the cyclic rhythm of events that beckon us toward a harmonious vibration. Indeed, inner peace is a manifestation of a beautiful and impressive way of living.

Now, let's confront the pivotal question: Why does this elusive tranquility often elude us?

The answer lies in our preconceived notions of pursuit. The Himalayas, temples, or revered figures might appear to hold the key, yet the true locus of our search resides within ourselves. Yes, it has always been an inherent part of us, awaiting our acknowledgment. The channels to its discovery are myriad.

Meditation, a sanctuary for the mind, stands as a steadfast guide.

Ancient wisdom from Chinese traditions urges us to confront and conquer our troubles for the sake of inner harmony.

Emotional turmoil must not be permitted to run rampant; instead, we must channel it constructively.

By unburdening our souls of sorrow, we empty our "bag of sadness," allowing room for peace to flourish.

Ultimately, the realization dawns that this quest for tranquility is an odyssey of self-awareness, and that inner peace is not an external conquest but an internal embrace.

In summary, the pursuit of inner peace is a universal expedition, one in which the destinations are not remote mountains or secluded temples, but the recesses of our own hearts and minds. By choosing self-awareness and actively implementing strategies such as meditation, problem-solving, emotional regulation, and sharing our struggles, we unearth the timeless treasure of inner peace that has always been woven into the fabric of our being.

EMPTINESS: BOON OR CURSE

When we are alone ,we talk to our thoughts and eventually get defeated by them. Arguments try to get more controversial and entertaining .Our intentions are quite clear but their expression loose their track on way of time and dispersed through emotions .Being diluted by our intellectuality, those intentions will not work as we want them.

We question our emptiness and ask us wheather we are happy or sad.Consequently, being driven by our emotions mostly we misconclude emptiness as sadness .Then ,sadness brings FALSE causation like regret, lackings,imperfections and some inferiority complex which we fear about. And ,Here we are in total emptiness misunderstood as sadness with the cause of it. Literally , making fuss out of nothing and resulting in selfdrowing in ocean of own thoughts .

Emptiness can be better when we misinterpret it as happiness.We breath blissfully ;love unconditionally; live with gratitude; sees wonders in blow of wind /flow of water / rhyme of poetry /rythm of music. We feel great and want to make most out of given time. Though misinterpreted ,it gives us reason to feel greatness inside of us.

If by any chance we can feel the real emptiness , we just feel Nothing(SUNYATA) . It means no joy, no sadness rather a midpoint of those emotions .The real nothingness where we know everything .It is roughly the state of enlightment of yogis’ after years of meditations or the condition of monks after insane sacrifice. It provides us with spritual vector to explore the real greatness in everything like ” LORD SHIVA” does.

“Om Nama Shivay”