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Poetry, the Light of the Soul. Tuesdays Inspiration 14, to the Poet Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

Manatita is an esteemed author living in London, UK. He writes spiritual books, flash fiction and esoteric poetry, his favourite genre.

Aphorisms of Sri Chinmoy

" Do not compare

If you want to be happy.

Do not blame

if you want to be happy." - Sri Chinmoy

"Of all the medicines

In the inner life,

A smile is by far the best medicine." - Sri Chinmoy


Reflections on Behaviour

Lipped eloquence speaks to the Heart, with

Loftiness sublime. Yet flames will only ascend

From the soul, to the extent that they’ve been kindled.

A bad phone and charger, are unlikely to

Be effective. The quality of light in a room,

Is dependent on the filament in the bulb.

I ask why a Commander-in-Chief is so

Obnoxious, but not why seventy million

People, are so receptive to ‘sick’ sentiments.

I go to the relatable to find solace. Yet

My own altar is full of shadows; not the

Church. The flight of melodious nightingales,

Has always been in the core of Being.

Listen to the Orchestra; to how the flute

Cascades its sweetness, to the charm and allure

Of the violin. The soft tenderness of the piano,

Blends well with the haunting beauty of the lute.

Have you ever heard a rose complain, when its

Sister jasmine, gives fragrances to the orchard?

Orchids whisper to the tulips of spring, even

As the bee’s hum to the pollen, that all … is well.

A soil devoid of nurture, is unlikely to bear good fruits;

Neither will a divided Kingdom, flourish with virtuous deeds.

For it pushes itself on a pendulum, swinging in opposite directions.

In its quest for meaning, each soul dances to its

Own symphonies. Some blend with kindred flowers,

While others waltz in Opera sonata. Many lack

Grace, though, yet it is Love that ultimately decides.

For Light and darkness, are naught but the Beloved’s tapestry

Of colours. I know I’m a puppet, and an Empress pulls my strings;

Yet I’m still tempted to say, that I have prepared my own passing.

Like actors in a play, I tell stories of a protagonist

Called Hope –a bird shaped by an Alchemist in dim-lit

Candles, struggling and striving, to find its way Home.

- Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 12th January, 2021

An Orchestra well done, is like poetry in motion!


Poetry: The Light or Voice of The Soul

You ask: “What is the purpose of your poetry?”

I say that I reach out to humans, whispering

Sweet songs - like a symphony of starlings -

Proclaiming we’re diamond pearls of the eternal.

Our cages, Mother Cosmos: the non-sentient

Our friends, the lapis lazuli of the azure sky;

The indigo blue moon, kissing the winter-sweet

Clematis at nights, are all players, in this waltz of mirrors.

I say that we are all held in a web, spinning its

Own tapestry, roaming, like Perseus in his self-

Created labyrinth, trying to find our way out;

To seek for meaning in this grey mist of shadows.

For we are the sons and daughters of tomorrows

Sun, glowing with a thousand beams, yet to remove

The veil, casting aspersions on this peerless Jewel

Which we are –the song-bird of perennial Freedom.

Finally, I say that poetry is nothing but the Light

Or voice of each breath, expressing itself in boundless

Ways, revealing the rhythmic cadences of the Unknowable.

- Manatita, the Lantern Carrier. 7th January, 2021.

Flowers may be different, but are generally in harmony


Aphorisms of Sri Chinmoy

"When somebody makes a mistake,


And do not criticise." - Sri Chinmoy

"Do not complain, do not complain.

Life is not for complaining.

Life is only for

Accepting challenges." - Sri Chinmoy

Reflections of Behaviour

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