Understanding truth

Understanding the truth:
Not of what someone said
or did,
or meant.
But the truth of my mind,
my needs,
my nature,
my heartbeat,
my soul,
my breath,
my tears,
my senses.
The truth that everything
is impermanent,
is forgivable,
is free.
Praying for this truth
to forever embed in me,
my existence.
To be in peace,
To be in love,
With this infinite truth.

Reliving the cycle

Today was a painful day.

Was it the rain 

that pattered on, 

Was it the wind

that swept somberness,

Was it the dark clouds

that spoke the hurt 

of human life 

And of loss?

It felt too unreal

Too deep

Too mindblowing

to imagine

that pain.

The one that we live,

to relive - this cycle of

the beginning and the end.

Prayers

"A friend will lay down his life for a friend, you are my childhood friend. " - Her

"You know what I like about you? You have a pure heart." - Her

"You are making me cry now." - Me

The teaching of Pain

I had self-learned to not react to pain, 

a decade ago.

I had controlled my mind to notice everything else

but the pain that burned my nerves from neck to toe

I had build a layer of pain-insulator

Because I had no choice

But to live on, and

Appreciate the blessings that many did not have.

I had grown immune to critics and societal pressure

Because living a fulfilled life was worthwhile than

following status-quo and success.

My mysterious chronic pain had been my teacher

To a purposeful path;

that met with Buddha's self-less teaching for

generations of mankind.

The boy in blue.

Yesterday I met a boy in blue
Rather I watched the boy in blue
He was dark with a colored brown hair
In a blue hoodie covered over his head
He entered the crowded micro-van that I was in,
carrying a huge white tarpaulin sack.
He looked like he came from a work-site
He must be in his late teens
His eyes were somber and humble
He stood crouched in the closed space of the van
He did not seem bothered, he seemed courteous and respectful
He seemed quiet in nature
Soon, a seat was empty and he looked on with perspective chance of finding a seat
after a long day of work.
His soft eyes had solemn gratitude
for the little things.
He slipped into the available seat,
unknowingly exuding kindness in a rough world
He was squeezed in his seat by a much well-off lady next to him
but he did not speak a word, he just moved uncomfortably
and adjusted.
Every action, every expression in his demeanor
was a humbling experience for me
It was beauty set by a stranger traveling in an uncomfortable condition
a part of our daily way of life
I realized the power to inspire others through my own portrayal of self