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I have fears

but I know no devil.

I’m scared but

it’s not darkness.

I had never been told

tales of demons.

I’m seeking myself

in this divine chaos.

My human mind is

enough for my fear.

©S.Anand

 

 

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Sanatan Fabric

Bilva patra or Bael patra are the part of Sanatan Dharma since forever. Month of Shravan is specially important for all Sanatan believers and so does the Bilva.

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Rudra’s love for bilva started when a nishadh offered them to him. Bilva became part of Sanatan traditions and household. There are certain rules and norms for picking up the Bael patra. Just like the rules to offer them.

Such rich traditions over many thousands years woven the delicate fabric of Indian society. There are special communities which used to be picked up Bilva and delivered it to all people. In exchange they have been given grains and food on daily or monthly basis. Some of them also paid.

त्रिदलं  त्रिगुणाकारं  त्रिनेत्रं  च  त्रयायुधम्
त्रिजन्म पापसंहारम् बिल्वपत्रं शिवार्पणं ।1।

This community still following the Anaadi traditions. I came across one of the person who still pursue this job. This is his probably 10th generation. He don’t take money on daily basis but monthly payment or food. He is not rich or middle class but he does his work like worship.

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People and communities like him are part of ancient fabric of Sanatan dharma. It’s human nature to form socialize and form groups. They can be form on many basis. From specific coffee lover’s club to specific color lover’s society. Humans like to attach themselves to some groups which they can identify with own traits.

Sanatan dharma is the Anaadi system that reflects and nourish the human traits of social connect. Which makes an unparalleled system and invisible economy which helped the Indian subcontinent to survive and flourish despite the most invasion in human history.

Horizon

the-horizon

Shiny glasses on concrete walls

Tiny people on crowded crawls

Haze in the air

choked my voice.

Sounds of nothing

blocked my view.

Many moons waited

and lost on the other side.

Many skies painted eve

on the light.

Somewhere in the air,

on top of the world

I lost my Horizon.

© S.Anand

 

 

 

Fight !

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Fight for the words

unspoken,

lines unheard.

Time which passed

but not spend together.

Fight with the silence

and with noise inside.

Dreams rusting in the book

and smiles paused on the lips !

Fight for their glance

and your reflection !

Thoughts which locked

and waiting to be free,

send them to the most

wanted one.

Fight for the sorry and

for the apology !

Don’t let the false pretense

lead the way.

Fight for this life

else you might have to wait

for another lifetime !

© S.Anand

 

Empathy exists?

I have few sad stories to share, someday. But I’m holding them inside for a long time. These are the stories of people whom I have experience or seen from distance. It happens with all of us when we feel sad for someone else, someone we don’t know, never met or seen. Yet we see through their problems. Stories will come and go, what remains is your inside !

For now a perspective on

Empathy

Adrian Ponz_The Selfish Giant

Never really into the shoes

of others,

yet trying to fit

my emotions.

Is it really me,

kind and compassionate

or the apathy became empathy.

When I shed the tears,

for a story,

it was me, selfish me.

What cries is a thought,

that fits into our mind !

© S.Anand