Hard truth?

Red is everywhere. The colour of danger, of blood, of deep buried emotions, and of fear warning of tremendous pain beyond a physical injury. Each drop of blood rushing out of the wound reminds of each and every instance where I was disappointed and yet kept on believing and hoping for a miracle to happen.

A miracle which would end a lot of suffering and make me feel complete. Pieces of broken glass reflect images of fantasies I lived in, of a world of imagination that was so mine and yet I could not make them real. I never felt the need to justify myself but as the time passes, these shattered glass pieces hold the key for me.

May be, I am one of them or could be soon. The fear of being a victim of my own thinking overpowers me at times and these times are hard. As a drop of blood comes rushing out of the bruised finger, the reality of hoping for a miracle to happen soon seems vague and the journey seems endless.

Each drop of blood recounts a memory shared. I allowed myself to be taken for a ride because I have always believed in what the future holds for us. As i try to accept that a day may soon come when everything will be over and you will tell me the hard truth, I stop the fresh blood oozing out of the bruises.

The acceptance of reality is something I have gone over and over again but it never has stuck me the way it did today. I may become one of the pieces that need to be thrown out. My dreams look abandoned. My life looks incomplete. My love for you is still there but you never believed in it. I can not force my views on you but if it had to happen, it would have, had. Its time i accepted it. Let the blood flow, and give me the strength to fight it out with myself. Each piece of glass stands for all the times, I was shattered and yet i chose to live with it. Each bruise stands for the pain, I chose to ignore.

Yet, the reality is I was the glass in your life which would have hurt the dreams that you have. The mind says, it is better to move on, but it is heartbreaking just like the broken glass.

Ganesha brought home and with it, some thoughts too!

A very HAPPY GANESH CHATURTHI to all of you! 

"The 'reliever of pains and troubles' or  विग्नहर्था  is not just a friend, philosopher and guide, he is 'GANU BHAIYA' who saves one and all from trouble".

                                               

This seems to be a very common line with many people's lives, the expectation to reach the Almighty, to the highest possible echelon of spirituality, to please the unknown powers who are considered to be known, read and followed through mythological texts, inscriptions and folk lores for successful beginnings in all endeavours.

There is nothing wrong with the idea of looking up and remembering the 'power above' but the problem starts when people are not allowed to follow their own spiritual paths and make their choice in terms of whom they consider to be their ideal supreme power.

Although, am not a veteran with mythology as a subject and also not on the path of spirituality but i do believe that truthfulness to the self and faith in the powers of the almighty are ways to enlighten oneself as well as engage with the self, but the immense satisfaction that becomes visible on the face and even in the mind, is incomparable and that for me, is the true engagement with God. This remarkable feeling varies from people to people and that is where the tolerance to all religions and faiths as mentioned even in the Constitution of India for that matter stands true to itself.

Oneness in diversity is explicable but the beauty lies in understanding that the oneness has different interpretations and meanings over time and that is a significant part to preach and practice.