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The Question of Identity

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

Wisdom from the Master

"Your soul has a special mission. Your soul is supremely conscious of it.

Maya, illusion or forgetfulness, makes you feel that you are finite, weak and helpless. This is not true. You are not the body. You are not the senses. You are not the mind. These are all limited. You are the soul..." - Sri Chinmoy

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A fire can create a tornado of blazes, yet it can

Also cook ravishing and delectable meals. In the

Same way, life can be a pageantry of colours to enjoy,

Or a tapestry of countless challenges to conquer.


I am a strand on the sitar of the music we call Love,

Yet I clutch at the moon in sunset tides.

Creating chasms and divisions, like a sliced tomato;

Waves curling against rocks with futile intensity.


Who am I? I’m paired with the duality of Light

And darkness, cold and warmth, walk with twinkling

Stars, even while dancing with the shadows of

Nights, leaving an Eden of painful scars in my abyss.


My mind runs riotous, and I fight with the agony

Of injustices perceived, attempt to deal with the

Weight of my burden of labels, engrossed in pain, while

Insecurity and loneliness slice my heart with scimitars.


Who am I? I am the Light I long to see and change, for

Sure, begins with me. I struggle … to transform my

Angle of vision, my environment, my darker impulses;

The many forces I can’t control, in my quest for happiness.

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Solitude evades me like the tail of a dog; I’m forced to

Reminisce on my parent’s wisdom, in quest of freedom.

Theirs was a common humanity of Light and discernment,

Of Decorum and beauty … of selfless love.


Their sacrifice spoke to me of the glories of life; mom’s

Radiant kisses enfolding and insulating my Heart with goodness.

Yet I was called bad names, saw the indignity of kindred spirits --

My women suffering the depravity of self-worth; of self-esteem.


Shaped by life, I, a wayfaring vessel on turbulent

Oceans, wandered alone, as clouds dispersed from

The heavenly blue, no place to call my home; stumbling

In a hollow maze of abysmal darkness.


Who am I? I am a child woven from an embryo, carrying

Seeds and blueprints of a DNA, going all the way back to

Ancestral Africa. I marvel at the intricacies of birth, while living

In dread of demise to an inevitable and invisible stranger, called Death.


Alas! Like the deer that runs after its own musk, not

Realizing that it comes from its innate self, I have forgotten

That golden Light within, from whence I came, to ascend

The winding Path of righteousness, in order to find my way Home.


- Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 15th November, 2020

Wisdom from the Master

"Has your soul a special mission? Yes. Your mission is in the inmost recesses of your heart, and you have to find and fulfil it there. There can be no external way for you to fulfil your mission..." - Sri Chinmoy

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