Divinity

 

Every one of us does possess a kind of divine energy or quality from the core or from the inside. We should wake our divine or heavenly force up always.

Broadly speaking, the mythical bird, phoenix, gets itself burnt into fire, and immediately then, it is reborn out of the hot ashes. Thus, we, too, can give rise to our own divine passion or our own heavenly strength.

All we have to do is to nurture it with intense love and care. Such a divine energy is composed in us indeed, though we are made of flesh and blood. When we give it a chance to work within ourselves, it gives us the source of the true meaning of life with its wand of light.

Our earthly body is like a frail place of worship that fosters our phoenix, our divine sinew, that is, our very soul. Even though we die physically, our soul is not supposed to face the demise at all.

Again, our divine force gives us the capability to create something new always. Even if we die, we will stay immortal in the world with our creation born out of our divinity which is incarnate. We must never waste our priceless time by brooding over the unwanted and troublesome matters, and by falling victims to the snare of our misunderstanding. The more we listen to ourselves, the more do we acquire the free spirit to understand how to awaken our divinity from our very within.

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Abject Cravings of Snow

 

It is usually said that I am pure, that I am free from blemishes, that I am full of love and luck, that I am suffused with divinity, that I am the source of the children’s laughter at times and that I am holy and auspicious. It makes me wonder how the people can feel so cold to me even though I remain harmless to them at all. The sun is becoming hotter and hotter day after day, month after month and year after year. Well, is there anybody, please, who can lend me a listening ear? I feel so hopeless, I have become helpless and I am going to lose my life by melting down and then raising the level of the marine water. How can these human beings be so ruthless and so unkind? I need help. I do desire to live. Is there anybody, anybody at all? I have provided lots and lots of fun to the children every time they come to me. Sometimes, I take a trip down my memory lane. That virtual expedition makes me feel a bit well. I can still recall the children making snowmen with me. They used to make balls with me and play together. Are there no such days? I want no global warming at all. All I need is a bit of innocence and love for everyone.

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The Resentment of a Marine Mind

 

There may be diversity; there may be disharmony all around the globe. However, everyone must acknowledge that I am an authentic epitome of unity or harmony. I feel so confident to be composed of little drops of water indeed. Yet, people do call me ‘brackish’, but I wonder how they can forget so easily that it is I who is the primary source of all kinds of salt. Broadly speaking, salt brings the actual taste to each cuisine. Living under the azure canopy, I roll my ripples time and again. I have to remain an eyewitness of people’s family and love. They bathe in the foamy waves; they make love in front of me; they spend amorous moments all together. But how can I forget my celibacy? Whenever I witness such moments of love belonging to the others, I can’t hold myself back from feeling so lonely full of constant commotion that is spoken out through my roaring and restless ripples. I convert an ordinary place to a magnificent tourist spot. I sometimes laugh at myself silently. Why? That is so because of my loneliness. How painful my life is! I can only provide lots of gaiety to the others, but never am I given anything at all as a gift. When the sun goes down, when the tourists are about to leave the place, I feel more pricked. Yes, they add insult to my injury again and again. Sometimes, I get so annoyed and so infuriated that I become monstrous, heartless, harmful and disastrous. Well, I have to be so; resulting in, I take the guise of tsunami.

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Words from the Mild Mountain

It is commonly said that I am of a very grave and sombre nature, but how can this be accepted when everyone acknowledges that I echo every word? People were, they are, and they will be there to defame whoever they want. Although they are taught that they ought to get themselves rectified time and again, they never receive the lessons. They never desire to learn anything patiently. However, it feels a bit relieving to me that there are a few exceptional people who do just the opposite to the common people. Consequently, they have to become cornered by the so-called human society. Anyway, optimistically speaking, I do love resonating to the words that are born out of pure reverence and true love for me. I, too, am a part of Nature. Lots and lots of tourists come to visit me every day. I sometimes am adorned with waterfalls that glide down the valleys. Well, I am resolute enough to live in peace, because, regardless of what people think of me or speak about me, I still remain unperturbed always with a happy smile that can be visible only to those who love me and try to hear my voice. Moreover, the white snow, when it comes to meet the dazzling sunlight, feels me up with tender emotions. I smile, I shine and I sing the songs of life.

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The Tragedy of Liberty

People call me a kite. I take great pleasure to fly high up in the sky. It is indeed gratifying to state that I emblematise liberty, yes, genuine liberty, no doubt. However, it is also to be noted that the spindle remains in someone's hand. That is to say, my liberty is under control. I know how much it pains me. Hence, I never wish anyone to be like me. My utmost agony has to linger suppressed inside the sweet coating of a lifeless smile. I am never allowed even to burst into tears.

Although I provide measureless mirth to the human beings, it must be admitted that I have to make the waste basket my final destination. Yes, human beings are cruel, too cruel, even much more than the beasts, in some way or the other.

I can still visualise the moments I had with the kids, with their parents and with their friends.

Important to note, their friends are not so always. It may be the order of the day, but I can emphatically utter that I was, I am and I will be their true friend eternally. However, the tragedy is that mankind fail to understand the true value of a piece of diamond rather than that of a shard of glass.

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A Doll’s Pathetic Words

 

Although I provide so much mirth and excitement to the children, I, after a certain point of time, am thrown away. That attachment remains no more between the kid and me. It feels painful. It feels pathetic indeed. I, too, shed so many teardrops, but, unfortunately, those drops of tears from my eyes are invisible. Once the child grows up, I remain neglected. There is no need of my time and company anymore. I have to stay ensnared in the sooty corners of a room. How ungrateful the human beings are! How can I forget the time and the memories I shared with the infant? They call me ‘a doll’ that has no life at all. The parents sometimes utter to their children, “Why do you waste your time so stupidly with your dolls?” I laugh silently; yes, I do, thinking how the world has become day after day. I light up the lives of the children with such happiness and sacrifice. As and when a kid gets me in its hand, its face is lit up with joy and friendship. I can hear those smiles; I can sense that cheerfulness always, even after I get thrown into the trash.

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The Choicest Words from Chocolate

I take much pride in my utility. People purchase me as gifts to be given to their special ones. I am a witness of various moments and of various memories. Well, I feel like I am mostly loved by the children. I can be of variegated kinds, like 'dark chocolate', 'milk chocolate', 'white chocolate' and so on and so forth. I give birth to chocolate bars full of love and fantasy. Bakers seek my help to complete their cakes in a number of ways. When a birthday boy or a birthday girl cuts a cake that is made with my flavour, I never feel hurt because of that; I feel so lucky and glad instead. People melt me; they temper me; they use my essence to glaze a number of dessert items, like mousse, pudding, eclairs, pastries and many more. Truly, all these bring teardrops in my eyes, because I feel so mirthful to know that I am the reason for the others' smile, for their celebration, for their get-together, for their happy moments and for their merry life. My cup of joy overflows to know that I can be a part of almost all the best moments in each life. I add more cheer, I add more colour to the joyous days, the memories of which are saved in an album. What is most conspicuous to me is that I open the ceremony that is concluded in an album. Maybe, I sound a bit boastful, but who can deny that I hold the loveliest moments of a life?

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