Jayant Om's Blog

There is an invisible backpack on our shoulders, we all carry it knowingly or unknowingly.

I spend much time on Facebook often scrolling down feeds,posts,memes and go through what others has to say, I often choose to react, comment those posts appeals to me. I don't follow the book nor the drawn lines, by nature I am inquisitive and rational (Not that much though).

My rationality has taken me to places, ideas and various new things including compartive study of religious beliefs, my personal take with God is my own business and I am not going to discuss it here in this very moment.

Well, I was talking about a backpack,we all carry a backpack, so what is that?

Well, read this zen story to find . I like Zen and it’s methods, they don’t do unnecessary fucks, they sort it with intellect and intelligence.

There is a very popular Zen story about the two monks and a young woman.

Once there were two Buddhist monks, one fine day they were walking through the forest towards their Hermitage, on their way they would cross a river flowing through their path, that day a beautiful young woman was sitting at the bank of the river. She did not know how to swim and requested the two monks to carry her on their back to the other side of the river.

Buddhist monks take a vow of celibacy. They are not supposed to even look at women, let alone carry them on their backs to the other side! The one of the monk politely refused. On the other hand, another monk put the woman on his back, swam across the river, and dropped her safely to the other bank of the river – without saying a word. The former monk was shocked at the behavior of his fellow monk. He could not stop thinking about how his fellow monk had broken his vows by touching a woman.

They kept walking through the forest for an hour or so without a word between them. At last, the former one could not resist and said to his fellow monk – “Can I ask you a question?”.

The monk said, “Sure go ahead.” The junior monk said – “I have been thinking about what you did at the river”. The other monk said – “What did I do?” The former monk said – “you broke your vows to celibacy when you touched the woman while carrying her across the river and dropping her on the other side of the river.”

On listening this the monk laughed and said – “I dropped the woman on the bank of the river a long time ago! However, it seems that you are still carrying her around in your head!”.

This Zen story has a powerful message.

We carry a backpack having couple past and future.

We carry them on our shoulders, ever time.

Even though we know that past can’t be undone,and the future yet to come might have different plans from us,but we still choose to carry the backpack and the past keeps playing in background, future keeps lurking from the thoughts,we keep the couple playing and that backpack becomes heavier by each passing day and one day the couple starts to screw up our inner peace and happiness.

Not two days are alike nor our lives are, there may be sunny days, cloudy days, Cold days, rainy days, but the fact remains is what we select to wear accordingly.

Life is like shopping mall, we can choose what to buy, or simply we can stroll and sip drink of choice,

For me it is always coffee , sometimes it’s whiskey though…

Choice matters, choose wisely either whiskey or coffee but enjoy the every sip of your drink.

Love.

Jk

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There is an invisible backpack on our shoulders, we all carry it knowingly or unknowingly.

I spend much to time on Facebook often scrolling down my news feed and go through what others has to say, I often choose to react which suits me, which appeals to me. I don’t follow the book nor the drawn lines, by nature I am inquisitive and rational (Not that much though).

My rationality has taken me to places, ideas and various new things including compartive study of religious beliefs, my personal take with God is my own business and I am not going to discuss it here in this very moment.

Well, I was talking about a backpack,we all carry a backpack I wrote it in the very first line, so what is that?

Well, read this zen story to find . I like Zen and it’s methods, they don’t do unnecessary fucks, they sort it with intellect and intelligence. Well, the story goes like this.

There is a very popular Zen story about the two monks and a young woman.

Once there were two Buddhist monks, one fine day they were walking through the forest towards their Hermitage, on their way they would cross a river flowing through their path, that day a beautiful young woman was sitting at the bank of the river. She did not know how to swim and requested the two monks to carry her on their back to the other side of the river.

Buddhist monks take a vow of celibacy. They are not supposed to even look at women, let alone carry them on their backs to the other side! The one of the monk politely refused. On the other hand, another monk put the woman on his back, swam across the river, and dropped her safely to the other bank of the river – without saying a word. The former monk was shocked at the behavior of his fellow monk. He could not stop thinking about how his fellow monk had broken his vows by touching a woman.

They kept walking through the forest for an hour or so without a word between them. At last, the former one could not resist and said to his fellow monk – “Can I ask you a question?”.

The monk said, “Sure go ahead.” The junior monk said – “I have been thinking about what you did at the river”. The other monk said – “What did I do?” The former monk said – “you broke your vows to celibacy when you touched the woman while carrying her across the river and dropping her on the other side of the river.”

On listening this the monk laughed and said – “I dropped the woman on the bank of the river a long time ago! However, it seems that you are still carrying her around in your head!”.

This Zen story has a powerful message.

We carry a backpack of past on our shoulders, even though we know that past can’t be undone, but we still choose to carry that and the past keeps playing in background,and we let it play and that backpack becomes heavier each day.

Not two days are alike nor our lives are, there may be sunny days, cloudy days, Cold days, rainy days, but the fact remains is what we select to wear accordingly.

Life is like shopping mall, we can choose what to buy, or simply we can stroll and sip drink of choice,

For me it is always coffee

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Life always offers more, even more than we can enjoy.

At the moment when you are reading this, you have access to internet and you might have a smartphone or else you might be reading this on your PC or laptop.

It is also possible that you may be sitting at your office or at home but, for sure you are able to recognize the alphabets and read.

To cut a long story short, you are among the blessed ones to have education and internet access, infact me too.

But this blessing isn’t something we really cherish, we all have it so it not makes a big difference for us.

Settle down for a moment, see the image above, it says something, well, there is a blank space after, I am grateful for…..

Now, try to write a word of your choice in that space.

Is it tough, may be or may not be?

Now let me share something with which will be further helpful to fill the blank space in case if you haven’t already done so.

Have we ever thought, that this life has given us so much, eventually, this life gives us something every moment, still, we have a long list of complaints from life.

We always want what we have not, we desire for which, is not with us. In this race of life and desires, we almost forget that what we have, is still a dream for millions of human beings.

Each day most of us (including me) start our life in usual mechanical way and forget to say a magical word to the Existence, Yes to Existence ( I do not believe God lives somewhere up in the sky or in religious places) you can say me non-religious and I’ll be happy to labelled as non-religious, for me, this entire universe is a splendid creation and each sentient being is divine, this entire creation is divine.

Well, I was about saying the magical word, it is very simple, even more than one can think, because divinity is simple, in fact, it is not complex at all. just like truth, divinity is simple, the truth has no twists, it is straight. so, the divinity is.

So, the magical word is “Life”. When we are grateful for what we have, we are doing a great job, when we say THANKS with a sense of humbleness for the life this existence has given to us. IT BECOMES GRATITUDE.

“GRATITUDE IS ACCEPTANCE AND THANKFULNESS FOR WHAT WE HAVE.”

Now, allow me to share a beautiful story, it is a Zen story which I read in the book- ZEN THE PATH OF PARADOX which is a collection of discourses given by the beloved “Osho“. My humble salutations to him.The Story Goes as under:-

The Story Goes as under:-

There was the old woman, her name was Rengetsu, once she was on a pilgrimage, and she came to a village at sunset and begged for lodging for the night, but the villagers slammed their doors on her face. It was a cold night, and the old woman has not any lodging by then and she was hungry too. but without any complain, she selected a cherry tree in the fields as her shelter for that night.

It was a cold night and was dangerous too — wild animals and all that.

At midnight, she woke up because of too much cold, she saw as it were, in that chilly night sky, the fully opened cherry blossoms were laughing to the misty moon and the myriad stars. amazed with this beauty, she got up and bowed in the direction of the village.

She felt grateful. With great gratitude she thanked those people who refused her lodging, otherwise, she would be sleeping under an ordinary roof, and she would have missed this blessing — these cherry blossoms, and their whispering with the misty moon and stars, silence of the night, in utter silence of the night, the blossom seemed to have chat with the moon and stars without utterence. Silence is vocal, only the blessed ones can listen.

The Story may be small but it has a deep meaning, if you ponder upon, then its hidden beauty will come forth.

Life becomes beautiful with gratefulness and gratitude. A smile and thanks makes the difference.

But how many of us have ever done this? How many of us have this kind of contentment in our life? if you start each day with gratitude you’ll find one fine day that you won’t need anything more than you actually require and your life will contend and more blissful than ever.

Each day is a basket full of blessings and divine love, the warmth of which can be felt in each moment, always thank the universe for giving us such a beautiful life which is blessed with enormous grace.

Now, You are free to fill the blank space mentioning for which you are grateful.

The choice is yours.

Keep loving yourself and this splendid life.

Yours

Aatish.

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They say, entire life flashes in front of the eyes in the last moments.

But, only could I see was the face of that girl who taught me to love but never taught to forget that love.

Love sometimes takes you to the strange place where you can’t live and can’t even die.

I was on the edge of life; I had to decide between the two extremes, and I choose death. Yes, I had to quit as there was no other option.

Yes, for me, my life had no meaning left. Leaving behind my dear ones I, embarked on that journey from where no one returns and that wasn’t that easy for me.

Suicide is a brave attempt, it requires a great deal of courage to annihilate self, and that courage comes from only one thought, there shall be peace thereafter, which however is walking after the shadows in reality.

Standing on the edge of a cliff above an abyss, I spread arms and closed my eyes, let myself loose for that free fall.

Death was just moments away and suddenly as if lighting has sparked, someone has called that name which was enough to draw my attention, I turned back to the voice and found a stranger calling me. “Maya won’t be happy”.

It bewildered me that how a stranger whom I never met could know about Maya and Me.

He extended his hands and said.

“Come on Kabir, Maya won’t be happy to see you in pieces, rather she would love to see you in intact bones and flesh”.

I asked, “What did you say just now?”  Instead of an answer, I got a jerk, he pulled me from the edge of that cliff.

It was not the answer to my question; I was too much annoyed, as he was standing between my life and my death.

He was standing just a few steps far, smiling and was looking at me with inquisitive eyes like he was trying to guess what I will do. But, I stood, with a question in my mind and eyes “who the hell are you?” He perhaps understood that storm which was gathering inside me.

“Come on, Kabir, let’s have a cup of coffee, before your death”.

My anger was about to explode on this strange person, but as always, my inner Kabir was wiser than me this time too, he sprang up and whispered “hey, before hitting him, ask who he is? He could be a cop, and you’ll land in jail instead of the coffin”.

I took the advice; it was a good suggestion; I was here to die, not for going to a police station or jail.

I told him “Hey could you please tell me, why are you here?”

He winked, “To have a coffee with you, I drink coffee with those who come here to die”. It was too much. He was testing my endurance.

“Look, boss, I am pissed off beyond limits, don’t irritate me more with your smiles tell me, what you want from me”? I told him in a stern tone.

But, there was no sign of any anger or dislike on his face, his face was calm and neutral and there was an order in his eyes. “Sit down”.

I still don’t know why I was following his instructions but, with reluctance, I sat down on the rock.

He sat too, in front of me. He poured coffee from the flask he had with him.

during this time I scanned him from head to toe. He was just like me though not alike. He had worn a black tee and blue jeans, a backpack was hanging on his back, perhaps he had taken out that flask form that bag.

When life is amidst the turbulent winds without your actions or by your actions, all you want is to come out.

But for me, this beautiful world, the people all seemed meaningless, for me there was an emptiness in everything.

I remembered a poem I wrote before I quit.

MY SHADOW IS HOLLOW,

JUST LIKE ME.

THE BURNING CINDERS  ARE NOW JUST ASHES

JUST LIKE ME.

THE EMPTINESS WITHIN ME ASKS

WHY ARE YOU ALIVE?

HEART IS NUMB TO REPLY

IT IS LIFELESS

JUST LIKE ME.

THESE still MOUNTAINS ARE EMOTIONLESS

JUST LIKE ME.

I DON’T HAVE AN IDEA 

WHAT IS HAPPENING?

MIND IS CLUELESS

JUST LIKE ME.

But, that moment I was really not clueless, I was aware and wanted to close down this event and He and I sat down for a cup of coffee, that coffee, which was going to be the last coffee of my life and I was but obviously in the mood of drinking it as early as possible but, the coffee was damn good and to my amazement he handed me another cup with that smile which charmed me like a small kid which goes to the person who has a jar of candies and he gives them free.

 
I was about to take the first sip of the second cup of coffee he handed me a note.
 
Dear Kabir
There is an unmarked line between obsession and passion.
no one understands how and when this passion turn into obsession though it happens one step at a time, smart ones always find a way out and choose another passion, another milestone to conquer
 
Don’t let her be that obsession which can be fatal for you and as far as I can see this has happened and now you have two options.
 
Either you can die or you can come back to life, the choice is yours!
 
I know that writing is your hobby and if you really want to take revenge
Turn it into the best revenge by writing about her betrayal and make her famous,
 
You have five minutes to think!
I am leaving a pen, write me back otherwise Good luck!
See you in hell!!!
~Yours
Ali
 
 
What kind of man is he? Why he is so curious to save me? what is his motive behind that? these thoughts were baffling me.
 
And, I switched on the pause mode of my life, for seven days.
 
Ali,
Thanks for the two cups of coffee.
I will try your illogical idea of life and would live with you for seven days only.
 
and if you get success in these seven days, I shall become a writer. I can figure out you want me to be a writer by your note.
 
Do you know why I choose the exact seven days?
 
Because on the eighth day is her birthday and It would be nice to present My dead body to her.
Yours
Kabir.
 
With these lines, I kept the pen and paper aside, exactly at that place from where I had picked it. and turned my head to see him.
 
But he was nowhere.
“He might have gone for some stuff” I mumbled
and, that was when my inner Kabir popped up again, he was grinning and I shooed him off.
 
I was waiting for him and there was no sign of him, day rolled into noon and noon would turn into the evening and I was waiting for him but there was no sign of him, for a while I thought it was a dream but it was not!
 
That paper was a witness to his existence.
 
Yes! Existence is a witness, it watches one and all.
 
Then, I was mentally cursing myself that I missed the chance to die, and like always my inner Kabir was again standing in front of me with his sarcastic smile.
 
 
And this time I didn’t stop him instead I was smiling and as he saw my smile he went back there from where he came.
 
My smile was not fake, it was that smile which comes on lips when you found something which you were looking for.
 
Yes! Ali was coming back and deep within me, something sparked again.
there was something in the air.
and, I was waiting for that.


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Enlightenment is the final destination for every sincere spiritual seeker, it is the panacea of spiritual life but, what is Enlightenment? Is it a state or something beyond?

I will give my view on it, which is surely not based on the scriptures or religious texts.

For me enlightenment is the state of awareness, such awareness in which the trees will not “trees” it will become something else, it will become a replica of whole nature when you see them, you will be able to look beyond into the ordinary things, they will no longer as earlier, and moreover you will not be the same, you will change forever and for sure.

But one cannot narrate what is enlightenment? Why? 

the answer is simple yet complex, how could you define sweetness of sweetmeat, it is like that, the one who experiences it, cannot tell you even if he/she desires.  

Enlightenment is a profound mystery, and the best definition may be found in the actual experience of your own shifts in consciousness.

Just as it’s more nourishing to eat an apple than read about one.

It can be more rewarding to explore the movements of your own awareness than to try to understand these things mentally. While definitions of such things can be helpful, it can also be beneficial to not have too many concepts, which could interfere with your actual experience. It’s a good thing that language isn’t so fixed or defined when it comes to spiritual unfoldment. 

Maybe the best definition of enlightenment is no definition. Then there is only what is found in your own direct experience of awareness. But one who experiences does not remains the same, his perception changes and when the perception changes, everything changes.

As nature has created you, it must have something for you and you are alive at this moment, it means nature wants you to be here, right this moment, and nature does not discriminate, it gives us all the chances.

The need is to listen what nature wants to say to you, listen to the inner voice, and we will find that the nature is amazingly supportive.

but what we do? we keep asking and asking more, I want this, I want that, how many of us are happy with for what we have?

Right now when I am typing this it means I have access to the internet, I sitting somewhere comfortably in the home or in my gadget I am typing this post, how many have this fortune? I often ask it to myself.

Be grateful for what you have. and I am grateful for what I have, as my life has been that roller coaster ride which itself is fascinating.

from brothels to temples

I have been everywhere

from booze to holy water 

I have drunk all.

from walking miles on foot 

and flying in the airplane

from eating in roadside shops

to the exotic restaurants

I experienced all 

if we are grateful only then Nature will show interest.

The one who gives, receives in return and nature has given so much to you, the air you breathe is free! Can you live without air? No!!!!!

Gratitude is the first step towards enlightenment.

 To Be Free from the Passions and the desires and to be calm, is the second step to enlightenment.

You cannot be calm if you are not free from passions, and you cannot be free from passions if you are not calm. They both go together and one has to work for both together.

Why were are so tense? Why is there so much anxiety and anguish? Why we are not that calm, collected and centered?

So many passions go on pushing us to various directions, as we are being pulled in many directions, hence we become fragmentary, and we are torn and split. Our center is lost.

We have forgotten completely who we are. Watch. When we are greedy for money, who are we? We are just a greed for money and nothing else. When we are angry, ego is hurt, who are we? We are just anger, a wounded ego, nothing else.

When you are full of sexual passion, who are we? We are just sexuality or libido, nothing else.

When we are ambitious and want power, prestige, respectability, who are we? We are simply ambition and nothing else.

Watch, and we will find many passions in us, but we are yet to find who we are.

All passions pulling us apart, and each passion goes in its own way, and we are tied to our passions.

 

It is not bad to have desires, if fact we are born out of desire, in any given moment we want one thing or other, at the same time I am typing this, and I strongly desire that someone will read this, but no universe will turn upside down if no one reads.

But, the case is not the same in most of the cases and I am not claiming that I am a saint. In fact I am that average Joe which desires for the whole world, but I can’t simply will not cross my limit to fulfil my desires, if any of my desire is not fulfilled It will affect me for a while but surely I will not be lamenting for whole of my life, neither do I will do something which not suits my moral code of conduct. (My moral code of conduct does not comply with the so-called ethos of society.)

I know when to stop and where to stop when drunk.

Whether we desire money or we desire anything else, whether we desire some person or desire enlightenment, whether we desire prestige, power, respectability, or if desire dhyana, Samadhi, meditation, enlightenment, desire at its core is same; the nature of desire is the same. Desire means desire, and desire brings misery if it is fueled by strong passion. 

The universe runs according to laws of nature and the one who understands the laws has no prejudice in his heart. He has nothing to hanker after. He is not hampered by the thought of the way, nor is he entangled in karma. No prejudice, no compulsion, no discipline, no enlightenment, and no going up through the grades, and yet in possession of all honours in itself. 

The real seeker is also not even hampered by the thought of the way, because he is not going anywhere, so there is no question of the way. He is simply here. When we are going somewhere we need a way. When we understand, you simply enjoy being in the moment only. No past, no future this moment alone is enough. 

There is nowhere to go, so what is the point of a way, a path, means? There is no end, no goal, nowhere to go.  A desire less person simply says, 

‘Whatsoever is, is. Whatsoever is happening is happening. I accept it and I go with it. I have no other mind. If this is what is happening, I will simply delight in it. I will enjoy it. I will be with it.’ 

absolute desire is darkness. When you light a candle of understanding, desire disappears. And when there is no desire, there is enlightenment. That’s what enlightenment is.

 

Love and Gratitude.

JAYANT OM.

 

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Dear Men,

I am a woman,
Whom you never saw As a fellow human being.
But as a body of blood, Holding those assets,
To satiate your cannibalistic desires.
You never searched the “me” within ‘me’
I also have the feelings which you never try to understand.
I am that conscious soul,
whom you call unfathomable.

I am a woman
I gave birth to you
I keep you in my womb for nine months
but, I see you staring at me stalking me
like a hungry beast
I am not a just a pound of flesh;
I am that conscious soul,
to whom you deny the rights.

When you strip off my shame,
from my parched skin,
You degrade your birth too.

You label me with names Slut, whore…..
but you never think it’s you,
who come on the knees to get me at ‘BROTHELS’.
to prove you are the MAN
there, you don’t just play with my body only then,
you not only fuck me but fuck your souls too
Yes, I am that woman.

You pretend to worship me in temples
you fancy me in your dreams.
But, never adore me in reality.
When you sell me
in the market like an object then,
you sell your souls too.

Whenever you molest me
Try to bully me
beat me in black and blue
For your pride
You step down As a man.

I am a woman
Yes, I menstruate for five days
each month from puberty to menopause
to get prepared for becoming a mother
but, you treat me as untouchable on those days?!

I am a woman and am proud of who I am.
I am that being who is the alpha of all.
I am not just my body
I am a conscious soul.

(C) Jayant OM

Edited by Barsha Kumar.
PIC Courtesy – Surbhi Anand Chinki
 
P.S. I can not be a woman and my this poetry is a humble salute to the eternal power
Feminine Power.

 

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That day was Sunday and after dusting and cooking, I was tossing on the bed,  aimlessly swiping and looking at random stuffs on my mobile.

Beep Beep.

There was a message

 Hi Jay …Can we meet for coffee this evening 5 pm at CCD ???  Suhani… 

I was surprised and pinched myself a dozen times to believe.

I had earlier spent just a few days with Suhani. She was a newcomer in office and was in my department. From the very first day of the job we shared the same workplace and had hardly exchanged any words apart from cursory good mornings and good evenings, apart from this, we had exchanged numbers just in case of some discussions, which however had never happened, but today, something bizarre happened and she had texted me.

The chilliness in the climate of mid-December in Delhi was absolutely perfect to ask someone out and especially it becomes more chilly when you have been invited by a girl.

As she told me, She will be waiting for me at CCD at 5 PM, close to our office.

I took shower, wore my favorite black shirt and blue jeans combed my untangled hairs, locked my flat and reached there five minutes before, was waiting for her inside the CCD.

She reached there exactly at 5 PM.  She greeted me with a sweet ‘HI’.

She looked good in that sky blue jeans and cream-colored pullover.

I  dragged a chair for her, we both sat.

‘How are you?’ she said.

 “I am fine, you are looking nice”. I said

“Thanks”-she said.

‘What would you like to have?’ –I asked.

‘Anything that is your choice – she replied.

There was silence for a minute or two.

Hey, what happened why you called me?’ I asked, but got not any reply.

‘I was committed and now Ajay dumped me ‘ she said at once and her eyes became wet, I was in shock but soon gathered sense to listen to her.

She went ahead to discuss her past relationship and was almost in tears.

I took the tissue paper from the case on the table and wiped her tears and slowly stroked her silky hairs, but I was also trying to stop myself from taking the next leap forward, several thoughts were strolling in my mind.

‘How can someone dare to dump such beautiful creation of God? Bloody Asshole.

She felt sorry for making me feel uncomfortable.  teardrops caressed her eye and slowly trickled down her cheek. I tried to console her by drawing various permutations and combinations between Suhani and her ex. ‘‘you can try to be good friends’, ‘You can at least try to contact him and sort out everything.’ I suggested.

She leaned forward and rested her right palm on my left and thanked me. She felt nice to be with me.

I ordered coffee for us.

There was silence between us while we finished our drinks, perhaps we were searching for the words.

 ‘Can we go out for a walk?’ She asked.

‘Sure.’ I said, before that, I went to the counter and paid the bill.

We went out to stroll in the lanes. The cool breeze made her hair cover her face so that she would look sexier managing it. The moonlight was making her face illuminated with more effulgence.

‘Can we be just friends?’ she asked.

“I have never made friends in such a short span but I enjoyed the evening with you and Yes from now you are my friend, just coffee friend”. I winked.

Her smile said she had become my coffee friend.

‘It’s getting late…We should move now…My Sister would be waiting for me, I have told nothing about our break-up to her’ she said. but she hinted me that she was willing to spend the entire night ambling down the streets.

Both of we boarded a cab and I dropped her at the gate of her building.

She hugged me and bid goodbye.

Beep…Beep… I checked my mobile while climbing the staircase back home.

Thank you so much. that was a nice evening with you. Good night… Take Care…Sweet dreams…Suhani.

She had sent me an SMS.

© Jayant Om

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Today the cinders caught fire again,

Down the memory lane.

I was back in the days when

Your tinkling anklets,

Caught my attention

Your lowered gaze,

And hint of pink on the cheeks,

Your unfurled hairs,

Held me captive.

Once and all my heart asked

Is it the same girl you dreamt of?

I nodded.

Thus, the story began with a formal smile

like all the love stories beings.

A few glances, a few shy smiles,

Strolling on the streets.

You and your spell,

Never allowed me

To get out of it.

How could I think then, you were the wind which never stays, at one point too long.

Like the blowing wind,

You went away, never to come back.

As if you never been in my life.

My love, my feelings all remained unsaid.

O my unrequited love, see

How much special still you are

Just your thoughts are enough to kindle the fire within

The fire has not subdued yet

Never it will be

As it is all about you

© JAYANT OM

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This bejeweled night,

ornated with the moon 

is whispering to me,

‘Come on my Monsieur 

follow me,

to my kingdom.

I’ll take all your sorrows

and mend your broken heart

to make it livid again 

my love is not for just once 

but, for all the moments you’ll live 

I am here for you

Just for you.

© Jayant OM

 

 

 

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That night.

you were in my dream. O beautiful!

We were in a secluded place,

your wavy hairs were unfurling with the breeze.

and you were trying to manage them,

and then, our eyes met.

there was a mock invitation in them.

Come! take me in your arms

make me yours forever.

I inched towards you.

I held you in my arms, cupped your face in my palms

I stroked your hairs

pushed them behind your ears,

I pulled you towards my chest, gripped you by curves.

your quivering lips closed eyes and pacing breath

all I remember.

you pushed me down and kissed me

your kisses were soft and passionate.

you left your marks all over my cheeks and chest

your  lips softly trailed down my neck

all these were arousing me

the passion of the moments how could I forget

I’ll cherish the memories

I’ll cherish that love forever