The white and the black

Life is not black and white, is what he said.
I seldom agreed,
Till the experiences and messages had to repeat,
That pierced brutally, and garunteed to get it fed.

I experienced, I breathed, I delved deep;
And I did protest hard,
Till life had to put me to test and get "me" to be judged;
I yelled, I raved, and Alas..I did creep.

Ironically, a justification to own's actions always supported an ideology whether we believe it or not.
As if it's not life but a mathematical theorem to prove, with the corollaries that we have got.

The smart game of words and the war of Ideologies did continue..!
The purpose of greys were forgotten,
And had left no peace.
Cacophonous songs of wisdom, thereafter were heard,
And seen to bled, on the master's, final hew! 

In the moments then..

I woke up to my restleness at 2 am to write,

And I screen, to spot the disturbing thoughts in my sight.

It would soon be three years that he is fighting strong and he stands upright,
I still remember the moment that changed every bit of a person, who carried a spotlight.

The vehicle's tyre burst, costed hard that years fail to set things as before,

It threatened his life itself, later risking his vision, memory and innumerable expressions at core.

The damage to his body broke like a storm to this mother's heart,
The boy's charisma was revealed when  hundereds were seen to get, ripped apart.

Remember the story of - Kings, Fishermen and Shepards all gathering at the Messiah's birth?
Such was the scene that all Men of different cast, creed, profession and sect massed once more on this earth.

Astonishingly, I saw another thing in resemblance, in the moments then! 

His aftermath struggle pictured the Messiah's crucification, 

And I stopped questioning, "why" and got my faith, in this young blood's struggle and existential order in function.

Sadhana

Rain drops fall,
And merge with the Mother earth.
Roles change,
the work continues.

The Green absorb them,
And release them, while its transpiration.
Work changes, 
the growth continues.

Clouds are formed,
And turn to water again.
Forms change, 
the purpose continues.

Drops fall,
And gets one with the sea.
Mediums change,  
The Sadhana continues.

Love is..

Eager to share. 
A defination I got then aware.

What's, "Love" is such a hugggge topic? 
Moreover, it seems to be several's "top pick" !

Thousands have attempted. 
And this one from the thoughts I reflected.

It's when I just take "myself - my past experiences, thoughts and feelings", all "completely off" from the space,
And hence off, of all the judgements that else comes rushing in the race.

Amazingly, that's also when, the grace begins to flow and everything blossoms in that state. 
I see this, as "love", for there's  creation and abundant norishment occuring in this crate.

And, how do I truly continue to create that room, 
Daily practices to stay in awareness, is exactly, where I believe, things start to bloom.

Loads is and could be expressed on this topic as I shared, 
Would like to listen to your perspectives, for each one's is unique and so rared..

So.. Love for you, is ______________ ?