Anupama: Letter

Parthasarthy Jena

parthnewdelhi@gmail.com
New Delhi

Thousands scents/ Thousands whispers

Come up--- From this unwrapped envelope

Thousand dreams run through/get hitched

I walk along with the smudged parallels/ Evening flowers

And the verdant sky

I walk along the boulevard

In drizzle

Walk along the moonlit sky

Walk into the canoe

The boatman sings castles and the princes/

Butterflies play up

Along the shore/ 

The waves come up

Lonely rain/ and the rainbows

Come closer

Undeterred/

The island celebrates

Get

Aged/ with its rumble strip

Anupama gets inundated/ intrigued

Me and my consequences

Snuggle around her/in the island 

Atoned---

Sometime the chase continues/

Sometime get chased

Thousands scents/

Thousand whispers

Come up--

From this unwrapped envelope

Thousand dreams run through/get hitched

I walk along the smudged parallels/ evening flowers

And the verdant sky.

Life begets life. Energy creates energy. It is by spending oneself that one becomes rich.

Sarah Bernhardt

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Dancing With Kalia Dhana

Silke Liria Blumbach

Berlin, Germany

Photo © & courtesy- Rajika Puri

Who was your dancer, I am asked.

You were the most radiant 

dancing couple of the night!

two records spinning on the turntable

drew me in like big big eyes 

I found myself whirling at the speed of light

through all-colours, no-colours and edge 

embracing the beat of a wooden heart 

with whom have I been dancing 

the light that breaks forth from beyond my fingers

emanates from lines shaping a lucent shell 

etched into the ground of my palms. 

How did the shell-handed dark ocean of light remember 

that I had risen from the furthest sea 

there I was dancing for him, with him, dancing him 

eons and eons ago 

for all my life... 

Maxim for life: You get treated in life the way you teach people to treat you.
Wayne Dyer

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A Round Pair

Dr Kumarendra Mallick

Hyderabad

You played the usual trick, 

Under the pretest of beauty

You gave men and women

Almond and fish-shaped eyes

With a narrow corner

To hold smiles and tear

Love and anger

Joys and fear, And designed for self

A lovely round pair

With no beginning

no end, always so wide

no secret corners

emotions known to us to hide.

You have a pan-view,

you see the whole and real

And not like us just a few,

More often virtual and untrue.

In your wheel of eyes,

pray, make us spokes of time

To forget "I, my and mine",

To echo your name with each stride

To measure that lie beyond all measures, 

beyond the peripheries of the three worlds

The Moon, the Sun, the dawns and dusks

To step unto the sands and grass

Of a terrain- vast and ever new,

On the other side of human imagination,

Where peace and virtue appear as dew.

Let yourself be open and life will be easier. A spoon of salt in a glass of water makes the water undrinkable. A spoon of salt in a lake is almost unnoticed.
Unknown

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On my way

Manish Kumar Rout

I stopped and pondered,

as he marred a valid point,

but before I could answer,

the other on the left replied..

"I was with you always,

encouraging your every move,

and it was I for whom,

you have to reach your goal.

You have to move one,

for the others are doing so,

if you wait for the others,

you will have nowhere to go."

"You have to make compromises,

for that's the way of life,

you have to compete,

give your all in this fight.

The fruits of your effort,

is waiting on the other side.

So, don't stop and keep ignoring,

whatever being said by the right!!"

Saying this the quarrel resumes,

as each one forcing there point,

I waited and saw both,

projections of my inner conscience.

I had to make peace,

as both were right,

and I told them my view,

on the whole fight.....

"Yes, its true that I neglected,

made a destination of mine,

and walked in a hurry,

to reach it on time.

I know I missed things around,

but had my part of it too..

to reach my goal is not all...

but the journey is desired."

"You both are my voice,

still you are in extremes,

and I will move on....

for my experience is on my side!!"

I quieted

as they both disappeared,

looking ahead, I continued,

On my way........

Life is a gift, and it offers us the privilege, opportunity, and responsibility to give something back by becoming more.
Anthony Robbins

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Morning

Pradipta Kumar Mohanty

Jharsuguda

Art by- David Schuster

The horizon obscures

by the shrouds of smoke

spurt from the funeral pyre

of a deceased

found in the nearby brewery.

A yell of scream

echoes in the air

as a mendicant

faces an attack of a hostile mob

for stealing a slice of loaf.

Really shocks

Alas ! Most people seem destitute

of common human feelings.

A gloss of revelry

spans across the ambient

as a new born little angle

brings an unprecedented bliss

for the family

next door.

But a craftsman beside

engrossed with his crafts

seems heedless

of all the happenings

in the morning.                       

The most important thing in life is not the triumph but the struggle. The essential thing is not to have conquered but to have fought well.
Pierre de Courbertin

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Time

Sruti Dhara Mohanty 

lisa26.sruti@gmail.com

Thiruvanthapuram, Kerala

Art by-John William Waterhouse

You never know 

how time goes.. 

like a wave 

has touched or so 

time flies like wind unseen 

and undefined.. 

I stand in midst of crowd 

to find the images of 

time in me! 

Time has wings to fly 

but yes, never to return close by 

even I memorize a moment 

for few moments.

I forget I already have wasted 

a time of coming future 

and a good present.. 

what I had and what will I have 

is question of time 

but the fate has made me mime 

still I stand to find 

an answer to every question 

my situation makes.. 

I am standing to 

defeat the time and 

to catch its wing and 

make it mine.. 

I know one day 

I may run before 

time.. but 

would I be 

there to catch 

the Time!

I look at life as a gift of God. Now that he wants it back I have no right to complain.
Joyce Cary

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Greetings

                                                                    

                                                                  SRI AUROBINDO

All life here is a stage or a circumstance in an unfolding progressive evolution of a spirit that has involved itself in matter and is labouring to manifest itself in that reluctant substance. This is the whole secret of earthly existence. Evolution in its essence is not the development of a more and more organized body or a more and more efficient life- these are only its machinery and outward circumstance. Evolution is the strife of a consciousness somnambulised in matter to wake and be free and find and possess itself and all its possibilities to the very utmost and wisest, to the very last and highest. Evolution is the emancipation of a self-revealing Soul secret in Form and Force, the slow becoming of Godhead, the growth of a spirit. In this evolution mental man is not the goal and end, the completing value, the highest last significance; he is too small and imperfect to be the crown of all the travail Nature. From the cold and metal to the plant, from the plant to the animal, from the animal to man, so much has she completed of her journey…. As from matter to life, from life to mind, so now she must pass from mind to supermind, from man to superman….

                                                                                                                                      

                                                               

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Editorial

                                                                       
                                                               
“AmaOdisha” wishes heartily to the whole world on the auspicious arrival of the long awaited New Year. The year 2012 has been much talked about by scientists, philosophers, mathematicians and astrologers for a long period of time. Many of us believe that the world is going to experience remarkable changes geographically, scientifically or spiritually in this year. Human race may experience some positive evolution in terms of enhanced consciousness in this year. In other words, there would be a beginning of a new era - an era in which the evolution in human consciousness would show him the path for transforming his manhood to a stage of super human as had been mentioned by the Great Yogi Sri Aurobindo. But who really can ever tell what is stored in the future! Yet, we humans, the nonpareil creation of the almighty would never get tired thinking positive for the future. Because we know, our soul carrying the human body would always be selecting the befitting eco until full consciousness is achieved. That eco would be magnificently transformed with every successive evolution of consciousness. Our earth would be attaining youth again and again with every change in the level of consciousness. 

Who brings about such transformation of consciousness? With every positive and creative activity made by man’s inquisitive mind, evolution is made. It is only the overpowering eagerness of man that transforms the level of consciousness to new heights and pushes forward life. Who can do such magic? Of course those who have desired for such evolution wholeheartedly and have sacrificed their individual comforting moments and other emotional desires and with love and devotion, have given all their labour and time for achieving the cherished condition. Its positive externality is in turn enjoyed by the humanity as a whole. This is how we have gained so much of experiences, right from the discovery of wheel to the super computers. Starting from the abysmal cosmos to the tiniest of cells, from mundane body to self realization, how wonderful inquisitive human mind’s journey is! Those humans, as the torch bearers for the humanity, lead the world towards a new marvelous world. This small creature bows down to those great humans with utmost devotion.

I am a very emotional creature. I laugh and cry with every little happening. Sometimes I get hurt for this quality in me. Yet I thank God for the very reason. Because I am emotional. I discover myself in the wondrous creation of writers; I don’t know how I remain in the flow of poetry; I dig up my subconscious on the abyss of the artists paintings; I don’t know how my being is lost in the sweet lyre of music; I hold all the changes in life like holding colourful butterflies and adorn them in my attire, and then my being is equaled with the solemnly adoring lap of nature. I am a wondering child amidst the flooding creation, sometimes covering myself under the shell of my emotions, questioning myself- why, what, how and when. I get depressed when I fail to get the answers. Who can really answer such absurd questions! Again, even if someone tries to help me finding the answers, it never satisfies my mind. But surprisingly I get my cherished answers. In some abstracted moments I discover my answer in a gorgeous line of a poet, in the theme of a story or in few words of a philosopher.

That answer happens to be a spotless white bird that removes all the ridged lines caused by worries from the face. Without any expectations, that white bird goes on distributing all its white. Everything of it is for others. That white bird airing messages of pervading conscious keeps me alive, whispering out the secrets of big achievements in tiniest parts of life. It sows the seeds of greatness in the ordinary. That whiteness makes vision clearer, hearing sharper and makes the disciples like me inclined towards consciousness. This is how I love to be a disciple of the white birds forever; love to accept all the wonders like very mundane things.

Begging to the wise and the brilliant, the bearers of white bird to drive the time to a different golden world where the humanity would be addressed as seekers of eternity and emotional disciples like me would be ever flowing towards the sea like enamoured rivers liberating out of the shell of questions made by emotions.

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Esteemed Artist Priti Ghosh

                       

                                                                          

Priti Ghosh is an eminent Indian spiritual artist and a resident of Sri Aurobindo Ashram. From her very childhood she has been staying at Puducherry in south India. She studied art from an early age under Master Artist Sri Sanjiban Biswas. She was also helped technically by eminent sadhaka artists of the Sri Aurobindo Ashram, namely Jayantilal, Krishnalal, Prembhai and Shri Sanjiban Biswas. It was with the latter that she matured into an artist learning the technique of using water colours and oil colours in different moods of her paintings and thus widening her aesthetic perceptions. The Mother, who herself was a great artist guided and inspired Priti in her artistic development. Seeing a landscape painted by the young artist, the Mother had commented "photography can depict the external beauty of Nature far more faithfully than an artist. Try to draw whatever comes from within. My blessings will always be with you so that the artistic perception awakens in you." Under the love and guidance of the Divine Mother she bloomed as a spiritual artist experimenting with mystic and deeper world in her art. For her, art is the expression of visionary states depicting the drama of inner life where various aspiring forces working together for spiritual transformation. She exquisitely amalgamates the western concept of impressionism with Indian concept of mysticism in her art. All her paintings based on sheer abstraction have been acclaimed by viewers within and outside India. Her paintings have a language which speaks of the serene and inner beauty of Man and Nature. Her artistic spiritual disposition brings in a wave of spiritual feel in the domain of Indian art.

                                                        ©- SriAurobindo Ashram Puducherry

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