Voices Without The Body

Sometimes I do feel my life is a complete treat. I enjoyed my childhood in a join family with 5 extremely lovable brothers/sisters. College life was even smoother. I got few great souls as friend in my life. I started my professional life with a big head company. Got writing skill as a gift from god and also got AH Poetry and Solitary Retreat as platforms where I could improve and explore my abilities and skills. Most amazing thing happened this year when I married a girl with whom I wanted solely in my life. I got such an amazing parents who supported me whole my life just to make me what I am today.

But, today, the morning is looking annoyed. A serene isolation I am feeling around. No morning Aggarbatti Fragrance is pampering me, No bells are ringing, No washing machine is roaring, no cooker is whistling. The room is as empty as the sky after heavy rain. 

My mom used to wake me up with a kind pamper, my father used to wait for me on tea table till I recover myself from my sleep, my grandfather used to wish me good morning in such a warm way that anybody and everybody feels refreshing. Those days were still alive somewhere in my heart.

Yes, I am missing my parents, my longitude and latitude. Yes I am missing them badly, in every breath and every beat. I used to tease and irritate my mom but today that is irritating me. I used to tease my father but today that is making me angry. I have become a responsible man but with fear and isolation. Life is a real joke, you start walking with a hope of getting better scenes ahead and suddenly you find a curve that sails you to the point from where you have started your journey.

What is the use of a life full of pocket but with empty mind, what is the use of life with full of opportunity but no fortuity. But that is how we take birth, that’s how we grow and that’s how we learn. Life without parents is like living in a well of dark, no matter what direction you choose, you will surely hit your head on the wall. You feel like you are inside womb where you just can use your hands and heart.

In our entire life we try finding solution but we often ignore the hidden message from god:-“Soul-Is-Ur-sun”. We always try to wake up our mind but we always ignore and forget to wake up our soul. That is why we feel Isolated, with no soul. but I feel, someday, somehow, I will find that bell, that serene pamper, that classic touch that will wake my soul up.

Missing you mom and dad, USA is not a different planet I know but yes now it’s a total different life. And I am living it rather trying to live it and thanks to my wife Kavita for being a light and ladder, thanks to her for being always there with me.
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~Maulik Trivedi

Soul In The Tunnel

"From the window of a hopeful eye, what I see? I just check and confirm whether the light has appeared in the sky or not? The clicking clock, the buzzing tunes, the sun light wakes me up every day. I never try and ask my soul, I never talk to my subconscious; what are their definitions of morning. I am so dependent upon the light and so are you. Often in the bed, our subconscious wakes up our mind and we get up just to confirm whether the sunlight is there or not and if not? We wait and wait till the light appears. We make the subconscious wait along with us. We increase the eagerness to have light but we often ignore life-soul by doing that. We have miss out the beauty of empty road, naughtiness of morning breeze often just in hope of having light soon.

The isolated soul in the dark tunnel will never find the way… soul will eagerly try and find the light and that will often misguide him. Why can’t we just follow what our soul says and not our brain? Darkness has always made us scared, weak, dependent. We are so aggressive at darkness. No matter how strong our will power is to chase the destination, we often lose our strength, the moment we lose light and by doing that we often forget that the life is still there, the strength is still there, the commitment is still there, the soul is still excited to chase, to race. Light has won our civilization that we just don’t use light as reference but as life and by doing that we are ignoring the hidden meaning of light(lie-it) and what we receive from light is life(lie-if) but it is not the case with soul of strength. It helps us to refresh (re-phrase).

Recall your childhood memories when you were a baby. We used to wake up early in the morning and play with darkness, but with helplessness. We used to cry and cry till somebody comes and take us out in the air. Situation is no different, our soul used to cry in the morning but we can’t hear but we can feel and probably, that’s why we find our eyes blurry in the morning.

I am not against light and its beauty my friends; I am just against the dependency that we have created on it. Leave your bed, go to your balcony early in the morning or at midnight and just see the things you usually see when having light. Just feel the darkness. The same old roads, the same shadowed trees, the same vehicle honking but still the beauty, you find it unseen, unexplored. You will talk via soul not via mind. It may bring thrill but it will for sure keep your soul alive, dancing, and full of strength. Listen, the bells are dancing along with cow in the dark; listen to the morning AARTI drums, the conch is calling you, they are giving you a wished life.Try it-get it.

“It’s good to have less hope than to become hopeless”
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~Maulik Trivedi

Yours VS Mine

"This is one of my recent experience at the Flight. This’s my seat, that is yours”, the young boy carelessly shouted. I apologized and vacant HIS seat and went to MINE.
Flight took off and my eyes started flying with the Flight. Everything was so beautifully normal but suddenly…

I saw, streets were no longer visible, what I could see is land with green and yellow patches. With increasing distance my curiosity also increased. Eventually cities converted into a nation. Finally Clouds covered the land and painted my vision with blue and white.

Time doesn’t stop for anyone and I am no different, Flight reached the destination and distance between me and the land started reducing. Again the green and yellow patches appeared, which was further divided into cities, and city was distributed into streets and everything was visibly distributed between MINEs and YOURs.

From the up in the air, earth is united but the moment we get closer we start distributing lands, cities, streets, houses, rooms, people and above all hearts into mine and yours. My city-your city, my area-your area, my house-your house, my room-your room, my life-your life and above all my god- your god. How divided our minds and hearts are !!

We humans have become so selfish that we have divided our parents also. Can’t we just live the way God used to see from eternity? And if you really want to divide something, divide someone’s pain, problem. Share happiness and prayers. Just rotate the “I” and you will get the bridge that connects heart; that connects you with the Almighty; that connects souls.

Still, Its MY opinion, it may be different than YOURS !
Think About It.
~Maulik Trivedi

HORIZON!!

I have found the way, the lost way to eternity. Somewhere down the town I found a diversion towards a darkness but a visible anonymity. I could see the road-the guided line towards my eternity. There were no lights sparkling but, I could feel the sparkle in my eyes. The child is now young enough to accept the challenges and old enough to treat them seriously. The legs were furious. The wind was rejuvenating. I was still on my journey towards eternity. Every turn has brought me a bump, a bump of hope. Where I could take a pause for a while to pamper my dreams, my only wealth. The giggling tomorrow is still waiting for unbiased today to complete its role. The sun was still heating inside the lap of generous moon. I was the same, and so was my way of treating my journey, but something has changed, and that’s my time for sure. 

Far at a sight I could see a peak, an Old Mountain with rashes on its body and with white head, the old weak mountain but with a strength of hope. Waiting for me. Expecting me to be with him, to pamper him, to feed him with a life call talks, with energy called togetherness. It was my illusion, the mirrored me, my caged subconscious was waiting for me. I think that’s where my eternity ends, my horizon is visible now. The time is still a present, and not a past. The mountain was sad showing me his shadowed side, and I was busy showing him his back where sun is pouring countless rays of hopeful lights.

No matter how dark you find you sight at times, it’s your ultimate wish that never let your vision diluted. Time never provide you binocular glasses that shall help you to bring your destination nearer to you. No time is not an illusionist, rather time will give you a sight like ARJUNA, which will remove all the nonsense things except of your destination and make the vision a desirable, delightful destiny to cherish.

The road it always dark when you see it but if you see where it ends, you will always find lightless clarity, we call it Horizon-God named it HORIZON (Hope-arises-son).
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~Maulik Trivedi

Life!-It Was, Is and Will Be

Life!
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Life is not a book you can read sitting on a chair on sunny Sunday; it's more like that missing page from the same book which actually holds and steals the secret!
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Life is not an ancient bottle you found somewhere on a treasure hunt trip from which someday a genie will come out to fulfill all your wishes, it's more like that last drop still reside in the cold drink bottle that tempts you to have it no matter what!
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Life is not that glass of cold water which can save you in extreme heat, it more like a lake of mirage that always fooled you when your throat gets dried out.
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Life is not those foot prints you leave behind while walking on sea shore that follow you, it’s more like those waves rushing furiously towards you and wash your foot prints.
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Life is not the feeling of peace when the cold waves touches your legs, its more like the horrible shock when they actually try to pull you inside.
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Life is not a protected room that will save you from heavy rain, its more like that broken umbrella which you think is protecting you from the front but silently making you wet from your back.
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Life is not a not comfortable hammock which makes your journey comfortable, it’s more like that stupid tire which used to get punctured when you are on a vacation.
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But, truly life is a magical shock. It just like a mirror. Always shows opposite of what you are actually expecting it to show.
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No matter how harsh life sometimes bring to us, it always teach us something. When life takes exam, you will either achieve success or experience you never fail.
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Life is a teacher if you want to learn; but it is a torture if you are expecting a U-Turn.

Never leave you journey half done no matter what comes because someday somewhere at some point of time, life will give you a right turn which will convert your wished dreams in to visible reality as a gift they call it present.
So be a Learner and perform like a stunner.
Always Sparkle
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~Maulik Trivedi

FRIEND- THE Free End

From the dark room’s window, something brings those rejoicing rays every day. The longest road to eternity, something is walking with me as that white dashed line to guide me, to show me the way, to convey that I am not alone. On the sunny afternoon, something is there that sprinkles cold water drops on my dead skin and gift me the life. Someone is observing me from somewhere and wishing for my happiness, worshiping for my good health.

A friend, the crowd in solitary, eyes of darkness, voice of shadow, fragrance of soil. He/she is that weirdo who will always give a damn to your privacy and pamper your pain. He/she is someone, who no matter how far he/she is living, she will surely understand and identify your pain by just looking at you photo or by you text words. He/she can listen to all your unheard voices. He/she never tie you with protocols, he/she gives you freedom of heart. He/she makes you free as a friend, as a road companion for life time.

Probably that is why they call him/her a FRIEND (the FREE-END).
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~Maulik Trivedi

Random Thought!!

“We all are light technicians. God has created us that way. In our talks, thoughts, wishes, dreams; we set lights for someone else. God has created verities also. 

Someone focuses on past, someone on present or future. A few holds motivational lights, they set those lights in such a way that other can find their ways to destination easily. Someone holds the bitter, the most irritating ones; they throw lights on other’s failures, mistakes, they always highlight other’s dark side of life. A few holds light of positivity, light of laughter, light of understanding, they understand others so well, they spread positive energy, and they make people laugh.

We all have different shades of lights, and we all have almost all colors and sizes. But god is a smart creator, he created the ability to highlight the shade, set and role; but it’s you who decides the color and the part of life that you want to highlight.

These lights shows us our own character, our own thinking, our own way that we use to live, that we choose to walk, talk and the way we are painting our lives.

So, my dear friend, don’t be so harsh while dealing with people. Always avoid: hurting facts and the sweetest lies. Motivate others, make them laugh, give them a push of positivity, guide them in right direction if you can as somewhere, someone is also holding a light for you”

Think About It
~Maulik Trivedi

From The Wall Of Womb

The womb, the darkest eternity. The softest wall covering a breathing hope. That’s exactly what a baby sees, experiences or rather witnesses the day before it takes birth. The suffocation, the excitement to see the other world. The painted creation of god.

Just day before I opened my eyes on this earth, the spiritual darkness was all I could see. The ability against lack of visibility was forcing me to jump out of that magical well to search myself. The day was difficult, I could listen to my mom-dad, sister, brother, family and friends but I couldn’t see them. The sky without sun was all I had in that spiritual womb.

Today Just day before my birthday, the situation is no different. I am breathing in the square womb, the walls are visibly thicker, the child is still excited, and legs are still kicking and wishing to come out to see the colourful world. My mother-father, family and friends all are still audible but I cannot see them. May be the pollution has diluted my vision or may be destiny has given me a reason. 

How funny sometimes life appears in front of us. It gives heavy rain and dilute our eyes and creates rainbow and expects us to see it. Like a baby I am seeing a visual world where everything is just like pictures available in any fairy tale book. We find it more fictitious than it actually is, we want it more colourful than its capacity. From the womb of this plastic life, I could see the foggy sky with no sun and descry clouds to cover all the colours of social dreams and destiny.

Being alone is like eating noodles with using straw, no matter how hard you try and pretend, you leave the table having unsatisfied hunger. 

But the egg is whiter than it looks from within. The womb will surely gift me a wished birth, a birth leads to painted dreams, my painted world, painted expressions. Where sun of social life with pamper me via rays of togetherness and love.
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~Maulik Trivedi

Life -The White Asphalt!!

When I see and observe the sky from the holes of my dilapidated blanket, I often find the sky so disturbed and dark. Stars have lost the glitter. Now the night is not a peaceful journey, it is as depressing as the time you spend in the waiting room, waiting for you turn to come. 

In my childhood, I used to throw my bag and rush in the kitchen to see what my mother is cooking. The aroma of sizzling food was deliciously suffocating. The whistle of cooker was audibly interrupting but mind and hearts were innocent enough to accept the irritation. Soul of reactions was always covered behind the facial expression. The mind was mature enough to understand that such interruption is not permanent. But now that maturity is a part of history. Those broken toys were not so attractive but my mature mind in such an immature age used to find them entertaining and jolly. I used to read the pain and tiredness in my mother’s eyes that innocently I tried and cook and made my mother laugh by spoiling the floor and myself.
That maturity is missing, that understanding is missing. May be my legs are in the mud of self-created responsibilities and professional environment. Now the energy is missing. The kitchen used to be empty. I used to listen to my mom from my room, singing chants while cooking. Today, I could listen the howls of silence. No sizzling food in the pan, no whistles I could find. I want and wish those innocent irritating things back in my life.

How many times in a day, we revisit our past. How many of you have many such great memories that brings a pinch of sadness which leave many if… and then... behind. How funny is that: - our mind is a prankster! It behaves like a child when you are expected to behave like a man and vice-versa when environment is lighter. The reactions were temporary and short but now they have become short-tempered. Words have become so stubborn that we often say “what to say! I don’t have words”. I started my life playing with toys made of plastic and look what time has done with me! I am become a plastic soul. I used to carry a plastic smile, I used to exchange a plastic gesture. No more plastic things to deal with but people find me plastic while dealing with me. 

When I was a boy, I used to stand tall as far as my dreams were concerned. An old blanket used to make me super-man. Two sticks and a string used to make me a warrior of Ramayana Time. A small revolver during Diwali celebrations has always gifted me all power to beat thieves of the world. Vision was small, restrictions were there but dreams and imaginations were boundary less. But now maturity has narrowed down my vision, my imaginations. Comparison has replaced the uniqueness of individual perspective towards same thing. May be that is why they call it “MATURITY (Match – your –Ability).

As we have become plastic, we have stopped listening to the real meaning of words and we always mis-interpret that now history is ‘his-story’ for us, tomorrow has become ‘to-borrow’ and time has become ‘tie-me’ and then we complain that we are not free ! And above all life has become ‘lie-if’. So my dear friend, Think till you have ‘The-ink’.
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~Maulik Trivedi

Life - The Third Shore

Behind the walls of those loud laughter and sparkling eyes, I am carrying the sea, dark nectar covering the scratches of my past. The diluted reflection of the bright sun I could see on the surface of the sea. Waves are vomiting those failures, dissatisfaction, dead bodies of those non-achieved dreams. Walking on the sea shore, I could see my foot prints are getting melted due to the grief of compromises and sacrifices I have made in my past days.

I often look into the water of the sea and try to find ME with pure and peaceful eyes. Sometimes I deep dive in the water to search the lost ME. I revisit those memories and moments that have gifted me the painted pain. During my search of myself, I find pearls- pearls of experiences, pearls of the strength that I have secured, pearls of courage to let go, pearls of friends and family who all have stood by my side always.

The unwanted tide destroys my peace always. It comes unwantedly at the wrong time and hurt the right points that throws me into a dark corner I call it isolation. I have always tried and fought against the wind with no wing.

The vapor of the sea water, often form clouds. They bring rain -the rain of repentance, the rain of incapability, the rain of fear, the rain of aloneness, the rain of helplessness. The drops of rain always dilute my vision- my only wealth. I often find this wetness, extreme suffocating. The melting pain rolling from my eyes, pampering my face with warmth of having something more compare to what I had in the past. The dilapidated trees of thoughts get life from those drops. They regain the green, the life, the positivity.
But time has an ability to convert itself into past, present and future. It ties you with all of them and that is why we call it TIME(TIE-ME). 

The way a baby bird learns how to fly! We often face the darkest of mountain when climbing but when we touch the peak, we find the brighter sun waiting welcoming! We find the clean sky painting rainbow after the rain! It is like the first breath of a new born baby! It brings lots of happiness with a loud cry!
So my dear friend,

Be the first breath of child., be the sky after the rain, be the early morning road, be the baby bird and try and test your wings everyday!

Don't be the flame of the candle that hurts itself by melting itself, be a Sun rays that give life to even a non living things with its shine!!
Think about it!
Always sparkle!
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~Maulik Trivedi

Random Thought

"When You grow, grow like a tree! Keep your self grounded when you secure height! Be broad and give others a peaceful shadow! Give support and shed to those unheard voices! See the eggs become birds! Give unexpected fruits to hungry souls! Take negatives from surroundings and give positive- life. Teach people that even after a rude summer keep a hope and you will cherish the greenery again! Be witness of childhood swings! Be witness of secret love. Be witness and be a listens for those lonely souls!
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Think About It!!
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~Maulik Trivedi

TRY- The Irreplaceable

So what if you have failed in life, you still have your bags full of experiences. Broken dreams are less painful then the unturned opportunities. What if you have not won the race, isn’t it enough that at least your name was in the list who attempted it. Fall and rise are phases of life my friend, and not the extreme ends. And even if they are, life is a circular journey, no matter at what point, you will always see it as a starting point of this endless loop.

Whenever you appear for an exam we call it ‘Life’, either you achieve something or you experience, you never pass or fail my friend. Think, even the sun has to jump into the dark sea before he gifts you a positive morning. Even clouds have to pour and get empty to regain the whiteness. Even the greenest of all leaves has to die in autumn to regain the freshness. Even the shining star will have to fall someday.

But, it’s neither about why you fall nor about how you fall, it’s about when you fall, what are you leaving behind? Like the Sun leaves redness of love behind, the tree becomes ugly to decorate roads, the star leaves a shining line behind then why can’t you?

Think about a water fall, it comes as a smoothest stream, misdirected, jumps from a peak, falls on the land, diluted, devastated, covered. The same water again start moving towards the horizon, again resume the journey, gets the purity back. That’s why we worship the river, the end result of struggle.
Try to be like your most favorite cartoon characters and you know why?
Because, they fall, they cry, try get hurt, they suffer, experience torture but, they never leave their originality. They never stop trying, they never stop making other happy, they never lose their focus and they keep on performing that one defined role to achieve the goal.

Trying for same thing after failures is like finding the candle in the dark room. We know where it is but still we get countless hits on our body by some familiar things we used to live with every day. The real test is not the one which tests you with what you are best at, it is the one which tests you with what you are worst at. So my dear friend, every day in the morning, when you look in the mirror, try and promise one thing to yourself that no matter how hard the day will be, no matter how tough the time would be, how painful the failure would be, I will TRY, TRY but won’t cry.

And at the end,

When you are on your journey, no matter how many times you fall, try to get up and keep on walking, because somewhere someone is walking on the same road you are walking on. They are following your foot prints. Just keep on walking even if you feel it’s a dead end because sometimes, such road leads you towards some amazing turns, which shall gift you some wishful life changing scenes with a shining Sun in the sky.
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~Maulik Trivedi

Morning Muse!!-Failures Are Delightful!!

"Perfection Lies Not In The Number Of Tasks You Perform And complete, not in number of attempts you give, It Very Much Lies In number of occurrences where You couldn't achieve something And You Still Moving towards your goal Accepting Your Failure.

Remember:- A Complete Line Is A Series Of Dots. You Mistakenly Skip Or forget to put one or Two But Still The Line Looks Complete And sharp. So No Harm In Having Partial Perfection.
TRY is an endless journey where pass or fail; success or failure; achievement or loss; all are starting points from where you resume the endless journey we call it LIFE.

In Life Always, You Either Achieve Or Experience. A Person Never Fails. So Enjoy Every Achievement And Pamper Every Failure"
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~Maulik Trivedi