Thursday, 24 November 2011
Rays on the dewy Grass,
Shine Shine, Broken Glass,
A Butterfly by my side,
Retreated flight, No blooms in sight.
Birds in singles, Fly the distance,
High poised buildings, Broken wings,
Well trimmed trees, Forever Green,
Chopped and cut, before they are seen?
Damp mud, thick soil, scent in the Air,
Paved paths, Concrete Roads, A Sad Affair.
Elemental Spirits, Dwelling in the midst,
City Voices and the noisy big kids.
Memories, Forgotten thoughts,
I search in dreams, that which i have lost,
A strange bond with my kin,
A Secret Garden.
Saturday, 5 November 2011
And what better way than to promote your collection to a market like London, where you find the likes of top Notch Designers having their upmarket boutiques at Oxford Street adjacent to discounted stores like Primark, and mind you, both have a clientele to cater.
The bling, glim and glamour caught on to me. The colors , the styles, along with the early winter gripped me as i was busy the whole week with meetings, shows, shopping, and exploring London for the umpteenth no. of time till the wee hrs of morning.
The week comes to an end , but in the midst of all the materialistic chaos, i never really forgot my connection with the Cosmos. Its there with me where ever i go, whereever i maybe and each little sign from the Angelic world would catch my eye assuring me at every step that im not alone, not far away from the real world and that it is possible to temporarily strike a lopsided balance between whats soulfully true and what the world expects from you. We sadly live in a life where success is measured with work, money, the no. of businesses your involved with, the car you drive and ofcourse what you wear.
The last evening at Heathrow, Terminal 5 and after going through a grilling security check, we decided to do what man knows how to do best - while away time in the duty free, foolishly spend money and shop because :-
1. Nothings really enough.
2. Theres always a better deal we dont want to miss.
3. We have time..or so we think.
Totally exhausted with the idea of walking and shopping with handbaggage, I leave the others and decide to sit right there on the spotless clean duty free tiled floor. Obviously they wouldn't have seating arrangement in the duty free. Who comes there to sit? People whizz by with bags they can just about manage to hold on to.
I plug in my ipod and decide to listen to Enya amidst the several flight announcements, chatters from people and noisy kids. I slowly drift away pleasantly watching the world go by and i open the book Valkyries by Paulo Coelho to the page i had last finished off.
"Opening the Gates to Paradise", "Communication with Angels" and "Breaking the pact", "The pact of fear, trade, demonic surrender and growing to the light of St. Michael. The day will come when mankind will be able to enter the Gates of Paradise if they overcome their challenges , strifes and approach the light. A new light where everything unimportant will fade away and what remains is your souls memory. A memory we all have within us but never explored. A memory that reminds us each day that we can still communicate with our Angels and the Celestial. The memory that whispers softly about our evolution, our growth and the purpose of every lifetime.
Reading the book , i lost track of time, of things around me, I went deep into myself and realised that im mentally assimilating these words and feeling it for the very first time. Right in the middle of a world and yet i was being able to connect with something deep. I couldnt quite process instantly what was happening to me and everything around seemed dazed, almost like a dream. I lowered the book and i saw the people rush by oblivious to some very important, meaningful truths we are all bound by. I looked at the huge lit hoardings of the latest branded perfumes and burberry bags and i thought to myself , if Angels are present everywhere, they are right here trying to communicate with me at Heathrow - Terminal 5. The mysteries of Life can be deciphered Anywhere Anytime.
And as these thoughts clouded my mind, i glanced to my right and saw a few service people carry a huge circular black board with "ANGEL" printed on it, just besides it in italics was the word Mystery and Addiction. It was a hoarding for a perfume they were taking down the elevator to put up i assume. But what are the chances of sitting right there, thinking of exactly the same connection and seeing it go by. What is the probability of noticing it amongst everything else i could've seen instead of this.
Yes the signs were clear, it was happening,the Angels were there communicating.
As i saw this, i mentally said a quick Angel prayer and smiled at the synchronicities of Life, at the miracles that you face each day but realise them only if you are intune with the Cosmos.
Letting go of the feeling which i know ill always remember, i picked up my bags and left for the flight.
A few minutes, A Memory, An Experience with the Angels!