Journey of the Heart

For me, it is like every day I have to take these inward steps, a continuous resurrection and revival, an inner Exodus… I allow Life to come from behind me and surprise me, in this process allowing my own self to bloom, always in awareness of this fragile Existence, a “timeless Ethereality”. The sacredness of my own Being “screams” for the pathos of Love as “essences of your insights swing the Eternity on the edge of my Being”.  This sacred space, this “unspoken space” bleeds my own poetry in rainbows and intoxicated pixelated violets sealed by our “sweet kiss” This spiritual relationship has no conditions attached to it and cannot fade with Time, in fact Time and Space cease to exist.   This is not a mundane Love, of the sub-Self, but the perception of Love by Soul, a place where traits of the body are non-existent. I see Pathos here as a sign of Freedom, a mysterious impulse towards my own wholeness, full of Grace, creating opportunities for Self-...

Dreams are doors… They are our escape from the mindless world. We usually dream of deep-felt desires which our brain conceives to be unconquerable. Such desires usually lay hidden in our subconscious mind. They are shielded from the senses and are only felt, without a proof! Dreams are intriguing, powerful, faultless and fearless. They are beyond the shackles of society-stricken life. They are freedom. I drafted this while travelling back home in a bus when a glaring headlight from another vehicle blurred my vision. I then imagined a sidewalk where I could keep walking in the dark, carelessly guided by a semblance of light. This was a surreal vision. Our realities are far from it. But we live both: our dreams and our realities.  Far From the Maddening World by Divya Kapoor Far from the maddening world  exists another me. Straying along stretches, In some abstract lanes, Eyeless hopes drive me keen. Dark and soft firmament, Cluttered with radian...