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After being a lone traveller on my poetic journey, I realise I am not that lonely after all. Thanks to the love and support of all those cherished ones who read my poems and gave their encouraging feedback to me. I owe my gratitude to them for life.

But then again, its only a part of a long journey. I have to move on. My heart longs to venture into many other arenas; I wish to slightly change my path. And I mention the word 'slightly' because no matter what you do, your road will always be from one heart to another heart. It has been true for me till today. And believe me if we are lucky, two travellers will surely meet again in this journey called life, for two roads that diverge today will have to converge someday.

Till then, Good Bye.

Rohan Athalye

Everyday...

A Jesus is innocently crucified on the cross
A Buddha enlightens in the dark ignorance
A Krishna is a lone seer in the Mahabharata
How do we fail to notice the ultimate truth?
When silent eyes speak for a heart so pure
When words flow from the soul of Allah
Like drops lost in the sky within all of us
We are all clouds, don't wait for the rain
For just once taste the water of Heaven
Then rivers will flow from the ocean itself.



The Story Behind

In this poem, I attempt to explain the true identity of people like Jesus, Muhammad, Buddha and Krishna. Who were these people? Believers will say they were Divine or messengers of the Divine. Non believers or atheists will say they were nothing more than good people. What is the truth?

Look at it this way. If Jesus was the Son of God, so are all of us. If Muhammad was revealed the word of Allah, are we not blessed enough to get the revelation too? If Gautam can become Buddha the enlightened one, we all can. Is it really all that difficult to merge with Krishna consciousness?

We are no different from any of these really. The only difference is that these people have walked a path for us to become a connecting link between the man and the Divine.

But I ask again, don't we have legs or the strength to walk by ourselves? If life indeed is a journey and we are travelers, why don't we complete the journey on our own?

The God within Jesus had awakened so he was the only person worthy of being called his son. But this expression is symbolic, not literal. That's why Jesus never prayed, "To my Father". He always said, "To our Father". Don't we get this direct indication?
God is within all and the one who realizes this is no different from these Holy men or even the Gods. This is the simple truth.

And that's why rivers greet the ocean and then emerge from the same ocean with the taste of the Divine water. So if Allah is the ocean, Muhammad is his river. Many rivers like these flow backwards from the ocean itself. They are the divine rivers of the Universal cosmic ocean.

The air is damp, the dew drops mirror
Some hearts melt over the frozen tears
Memories are buried under the snow
The lake mirrors faces that used to smile
Ah! Just a reflection is joy and sorrow
Now the wet eyes gasp for a soul mate
Was it our holding hands one last time?
The final touch, the resonating echoes
The wind is whispering on a lone road
Wave your hand to the evanescence.
For there is a hope, some will return
Back to the road from where they left
To a different journey, the same spirit.
Isn't our love like the vast ocean itself?
One day for sure two drops will meet.



The Story Behind

To say 'Good Bye' can carry a different message at different times. In any case a goodbye always accompanies itself along with misty eyes. One of the reasons being that we are bound to miss the person we wave to, we bid goodbye to. But that also indicates that we are going to see that person some time again in the near future.

But what about the faces that we paint some where in the canvas of our memories? People so close to us till time makes them all broken hearts long forgotten. People who have been with you for all this time in a normally lonesome journey and the same people appearing as an impression of a faces slowly diminishing in the tracks of time. It's too hard to swallow this feeling of separation from your loved ones, especially when you are to see them for one last time.

Time is the key factor that makes or breaks and is strikingly heartfelt in both the cases. It's not at all easy to forget. But then again I believe in the eternal optimism that permeates over our existence. We all go a complete circle in our life. So will this journey. If today we separate, tomorrow we will meet for sure. Such are the bonds of love, not meant to be broken. For if love is like an ocean, the two drops are one even when they are far away. Eventually, they will meet.

That's why I say, "Wave to the evanescence".

There is a fountain with in all of us
Waiting to erupt in the infinite bliss
Sprinkling upon all the drops of love
Dive into the reflection of the blue sky
Die a thousand times as the body sinks
That is eternity, for you still are floating
Then why does a drop swim in the ocean?
Like the waves come and go, so do you
With your arms wide open, meet this dream
As you sleep for once never to get up again
Greet your own water one last time before,
The fountain emerges to take you to Paradise



The Story Behind

In a truly deep meditational experience, the sudden expression of bliss, or that instantaneous connection that you achieve with Allah can be expressed as a metaphor only in the form of a fountain. A fountain erupts and yet is pleasant. It's not like the eruption of a volcano which evokes fire.

A fountain is like a sprinkling of a those tiny water droplets kissing your faces many at a time. That is a sensation which is felt within when we meditate. That sudden emergence of Divinity as it gets up from a long lost sleep. The irony being that as our body sleeps, the conscience wakes up, so does Divinity.

It also indicates that once we are one with the ocean called God, we soar and rise above the waves and are free like the fountain wanting to touch the sky. So while a drop meeting the ocean refers to enlightenment, the expression of the fountain or even the picture of a fountain erupting relates to the ultimate bliss that we feel in our final liberation popularly called as 'Moksha'.