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,
Sympathise
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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