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9 You feel the pain, You shed the tears. You lose the light, You prefer darkness. But you find the moon. and the moment gives- You back your lost smile. You wonder why, And hope to know it later. Unaware of the bird of hope singing somewhere in your mind, Unseen. 

Dear readers,


I started off "Hopes" with a certain idea about the concept of Hope. My comprehension of hope was as a phenomenon that exists tangible and close to human subjectivity. My concept of hope was; as the realm of existence one enters after an exhausting flow of tears. And I also believed that when hopes break, tears are its aftermath. But as I moved through the poems, as you did as readers, I came across many new lessons. As Tia Terri rightly said in one of her comments, "Hope is what you do not yet possess. Because if you have it there is no longer a need to hope for it." This was a new learning. Something contrary to what I thought and believed. But I can proudly say that my art taught me something. I lea…

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The hope of the mountains- Is the rain. It never waits for your conviction. But it rains.

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7 The moment we met, I was hopeful, To be blessed with your smiles. When separated, I didn’t say good bye hopeful, To be blessed by your nearness, again.

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6 I know well; like the clouds transform into rain, Birds transform into songs, the sea transforms into waves, seasons transform into fruits, the sun transforms into time, breeze transforms into flowers; my tears, too will be transformed into hopes.

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"We all need to understand that experience is agony and ecstasy at the same time. Pain and joy holding hands. And pain is not suffering, but part of the Good Fight we must fight in the name of our dreams."---Paulo Coelho.
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Separation is a drop of tear shining bright on the petal of the flower of life; I expect no one else to wipe my tears off, but hope.

PS: The painting above is by Edvard Munch. If you like the painting I used above as an image for this beautiful short poem, you can find more of the same on this web page: https://www.artsy.net/artist/edvard-munch

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 4 The light in your eyes led me to tears,
but I know this, the tears will lead me to hope, too.

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Love, I expected you to leave me with death,
but you left me the miraculous gift of hopes.

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2 My intention with "Hope" was to begin a new series of i-poems. But I later abandoned the idea, and published one among the finished poems as an ordinary work of poetry, in the previous post, dissatisfied with the quality of those i- poems. I wrote them during the time when I was under a severe mind sleep, or in plain terms, a block. But now, as I went through them once again, I found them attractive, and magical. So I decided to share them with you, my faithful readers. Here, you have the spring of i-poems, once again... Let us call them "Hopes".


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The place I met you was 
an ocean of dreams,
and the place I leave you, is the land of hopes.

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The hope of the day is the twilight; the blood of the evening heart; to come back after the night. The hope of the night is the twilight; the blur in the corner of the morning eye; to come back after the day. And in the hope to see you, I search all day and night.

Satan.

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Satan or the Devil, who is not a being but a spirit creature far from what is human and what is animal, spoke to Eve in Edan to mislead her. He is also called 'the original serpent', meaning the real threat. Genesis 3:1 says:--"Now the serpent proved to be the most cautious of all the wild beasts of the field that Jehovah God had made. So it began to say to the woman: "Is it really so that God said you must not eat from every tree of the garden?"

Revelation 12:9 - "So down the great dragon was hurled, the original serpent, the one called Devil and Satan, who is misleading the entire inhabited earth; he was hurled down to the earth, and his angels were hurled down with him--This portrays the future end of Satan.
Job 38:4, 7--"Where did you happen to be when I founded the earth?Tell me, if you do know understanding."
7 "When the morning stars joyfully cried out together, And all the sons of God began shouting in applause?”--Job 38:4,7 says Sa…

Renunciation and the Devil--2

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[Continuation from the previous post.]
It was in the month of June, I confronted the Devil, in the form of Saneesh's friend. This event includes one of my class mates, Saneesh Raj and one of his friends, let us call him I.L, who visited my University Campus to apply for the M A. English course starting in August. The applications were sold two months before, in June. 
June in Kerala is the month of rain. Rain represents life. I was thinking about avoiding my lunch that afternoon, a common observation when practicing renunciation because most of the time we take in food without feeling hunger, just for the sake of observing a habit. And I was not very hungry.
Saneesh came to me and insisted that I should go to the canteen with him for giving him a company. The guy was adamant and I was forced to follow him. That force was a material pressure than something spiritual. I succumbed. This was an insidious socio-cultural practise in our class. Everyone was supposed to spend their time i…

Renunciation and the Devil

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Renunciation is a spiritual stand. It makes the material side of life more close to meaningfulness, and perfection. Perfect in the sense, it attaches an indifference to the things and relationships around us between material and non-material beings. This helps to overcome obsessions, and we become more powerful. In other words, renunciation helps to dominate possessiveness and obsession towards things and people in life. This gives us the freedom to move on, and to stop on necessary junctures,too, and leads us to that glorious state of being, which we identify with the word: life. Life becomes a celebration. But life could only realise its mission on opening the doors and windows and on taking the courage to empty our storage barrels. We all possess storage barrels with us, always, in which we store our beloved people, memories, things, obsessed. 
Renunciation is a philosophic idea practised by the ancient tradition. The gurus of ancient India practiced renunciation. In the Biblical t…