Incertitude


He, who was once bright

To the love, mirth and music of life

He, who enjoyed the nub of life

Wished to conceive the ageless wisdom

Set on the path to seek answers

Of soul and consciousness

Crossed jungles, hills and mountains

Reached heights and meditated in solitude

Zen, Mushin or Fudoshin; endeavored to conquer

Internal amity over external enmity

Wandered from forests to deep oceans

Centering emotions of love, anger and pain

‘No talk cure’ or reflections

Tried every way to achieve ‘no- mindness’

Things fixed but transitory

Tired of the fleeting enlightenments

Wandered to reach back to his own self

Solace he sensed with his superego

Small voice guided him

And he could seek the answers within

To the questions he rendered outside

                                          

 

 

 

 

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Bus Ride

​ Sometimes the smallest encounters leave an imprint that stays for longer than you would expect. A moment becomes a memory, amalgamated from both sweet and bitter experiences. I love the prairie summers, and getting home on the bus is my favorite part of the day. Sometime in July, 2024, I was all set to enjoy my bus ride. As usual, I preferred taking the seat close to the exit door. Holding my phone in my hand, I became engrossed in scrolling and was so lost in it that I didn’t realise what was going on around me. In the blink of an eye, I felt someone had pulled mobile phone from my hand. My instinctive reaction was the same as it had been when I was a child. Like a five-year-old, I cried out, “Mummy, mummy, please help me!” Interestingly, none of the passengers reacted. That left me with many questions, as well as regrets about how absorbed I had been in my mobile phone. I believed that my phone contacts, pictures, wallet, messages, notes and much more were gone, forever. My body wa...
Read more

Like a song that lingers in the mind

​ Like a song that lingers in the mind, And we sing unaware of why we sing. Somedays people, other days events, Repeat in my mind. Today, I was under the spell of the word, nitpicking- not that I was enriching my vocabulary, But thinking of what memories it brought, Bittersweet or sweeter bitter. And I close the day telling myself, Whatever! I don’t care more.         Shehnaz Gujral         February 24,2026
Read more

Phenomenal Women

She conquers her fears, She tames her tears. She waters the seeds, Still many question her deeds. She is here to survive. Probing eyes will now deprive. Celebrate her not only today. She is the phenomenal women every day.
Read more