RECIPROCAL

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When the subtle touch of innocence smothers the lining of the soul-----the juncture of such a collision, leads to the conflagration of the mind and body.

It lights the divine power of the soul, to recreate the magic that already exists.. And then when the cloud of doubt subsides, the clustered happiness reorganizes to form a happy life..

You,then, acquire the ability to decipher the intricacies of God’s signature in His manifestations on the Earth.

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{{{This isn’t preaching ,or gibberish in its value..I suggest,if you allow this to reflect,the images collide,later merge, which penetrates within your-self,,to let you see the world more closely and widely..

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There is so much to see around us. So,

See. Hear. Believe.

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(and then again if you are wondering,why the name of this piece is reciprocal..i justify it by saying…. Reciprocal means 1 divided by the number….and 1 or ONE is GOD.. so reciprocal would mean….everything,the earth lies at the feet of GOD or at the feet of ONE..)

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-swasTIKA

Podmo hoye

Papri khoye

Poria,pochia

Jabo AMI moria,

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Kintu TUMI neer hoye

Chirokal thakbe bachia..

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The English translation:::::I’m the lotus which grows in water,then loses its petals and dies in water…but you are the water,in which I am born,I grow …you are water in which I die,but you never do so…

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Here,”you” is left to the imagination of the readers..it can be the universal God..or some one loves..i want my readers to colour it with their own imaginative powers..

Yours,

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-swastika

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Ontoheen…the endless wait….

The wish that harbours my soul..

I wish..i wish I were born in a wealthy family..with no compulsions as to get an early job,to finance the family…I wish I were not bound to some rules…some necessities of this family…wishing..to be allowed to do what I want to do….

And what is it that I want…?

You wanna know…

…I don’t like to and want to compete..i don’t want to be a part of the wild-goose chase in this world…I don’t want to run..i want to wander..i want to lay back,and learn…….that is what I want..learn……know…see..

I would’t mind being enveloped by the fineness of art—of knowing—of understanding—the intrinsic charm of poetry,of the distinct crystallized soul—the earth__ like touching everything, I can smell………learning to speak___culturing the soul—slowly-----naturally____something that is endless…………that is what I want__wanted to happen to me……

….like being allowed to breathe in deep__being allowed to observe__to be silent__to get down on the earth__see the world…exploring the depths of Divinity,the beauty of it…..

Words can’t set down the intensity of my desire---___i alone can feel the mist of it around me,the warmth if it,which swells up my heart….like sinking deep into the Divine___i want that..but its all..just a distant star in my night sky_----something that I can only desire to have___but never have…

-swasTIKA