like the drop

like the drop
lost in the ocean
searching for the Ocean
like the wave
imagining itself separate
from it’s own immensity
before collapsing back into it
we are divine beings
existing in divinity
and yet searching of it
we are the created
and the creator both,
existing in the vast play
of creativity

45 thoughts on “like the drop

  1. what more can be added
    take a rest in this state
    for a few days, Shekhar!
    especially after the
    jai hos and juh hos
    of slumdog millionaire

  2. My eyes searched for you there
    My mind searching for you now in the web
    My heart…I dont know what is it searching for
    My soul’s search resulted in this
    My God! what am I searching here

  3. Impact of Slum Dog Millinoir
    New york Times- heading after Oscars” from slums of India to read carpet” with photographs of anil kapoor, dev and fareeda.
    ABC news headline yesterday, children of SDM went home to slums after oscar win, parents will get permanent housing.
    Only thing now remaining some one approaching me and asking which slum in India you live in?

  4. Karl Marx once said God is opium for the poor.Probably,he was partially right.
    I mean enough of the oceanic poetry when so much needs doing.What fun in singing the Ocean in which we shall finally merge to keep thinking about it even when alive.
    It might be OK once in a while to lessen our sorrows and flatten overwhelming joys or simply while taking rest from it all. But in between its just a waste of use-able time and energy.Even the Ocean might be upset like a mother is when her child refuses to go to school crying Mama Mama.
    This is probably the bone of contention between West and the East for one is more or less just day and the other night.While reality consists of both,equally.

  5. Dear Shekhar,
    I wonder what would be the movie like were we to express the above lines in a movie.
    Can we??
    Harb

  6. this poem is exactly a reflection of reality…there are only few people who believe in themselves…searchin for answers that lies within them…

  7. Perhaps a silent film in which the only character sees forms evaporating into ‘nothingness’ after a while in whatever direction he looks (first into smaller and smaller pieces, then into molecules, atoms and ultimately vacuum o nothingness). The rest can be filled up with other details.

  8. in the vast expanse
    of the black canvas
    brushstrokes begin
    of the dancing feet
    the first movement
    a primordial vibration
    of the first stroke
    the canvas shakes
    chaotic patterns
    the rhythm of dance
    gently moulding
    forms and shapes
    body and soul
    into an ascending tempo
    for a brilliant cut
    of creation to sparkle
    in the vast black canvas
    in the peak of ecstasy
    is breath infused
    for the animation
    of creation
    the wind blows
    the rivers flow
    birds chirp
    the flowers bloom
    the vast black canvas
    now come alive
    the wind, the rivers,
    the birds and flowers
    all the same Breath
    the weary feet dancing
    in descending tempo
    erasing its own
    brushstrokes
    the wind, the rivers,
    the birds and flowers
    this and that
    you and me
    until the dancing stops
    and there is calm
    like the still
    of the night
    then there’s nothing
    just the black canvas
    for new patterns
    to be stroked again

  9. I have everything.
    I have nothing.
    There is a void within me
    Abysmal, deep, depressing
    But out of the void grows out something
    beautiful, tantalizing, and wonderful
    Do I let go, drown in the void and nothingness
    or do I clamber back up lead by hope
    Eternal leading on and on unending..

  10. But there is still corruption, terrorism and war. I dont understand if there is so much divinity all over, why is there war? why is a war fought over selfish reasons between governments!! Its 27 years since i am born in this planet and from childhood i just heard of bombs, wars, curfews etc living in the city of mumbai.

  11. hummm
    what is here
    but mirrors of the self …
    merging
    into nothingness…
    towards freedom…
    beyond the illusions of the mind…
    ah…
    Gods symphony …
    as I walk blind…
    learning to listen…
    the possibilities …
    of echo…
    divine…
    location …
    every sound …
    a whisper…
    from infinity…
    I am here!!!
    like a drop …
    I am everywhere…
    ahhhhhhh…
    how marvelous …
    hopeful…
    my home …
    where I rest…

  12. I wrote something in Hindi some days back….
    Kashmakash mein hun, ke tu sawal mein hai yan jawab mein,
    Ye muskan teri inayat hai, ke ye ashk teri ibadadt,
    Tu janat mein hai, ke mere khayal mein,
    Yan phir, janant ek khayal hai, ke khayal hi janant??

  13. I am a figment of HIS imagination
    I am an excuse for HIS creation
    I am a vibration of HIS Oscillation
    I am a celebration of HIS festival
    I am a reflection of HIS vision
    I am a thought of HIS expression
    I found out the purpose of my existence
    ‘Cos I am the painting defined on HIS canvas
    I do now RESONATE within my constraints
    I was a vagabond but now I have reached HIS home

  14. Harb…hahaha…dont you think putting it in a STORY form would be bit more entertaining…i am sorry i am laughing but couldnt help it…i mean a wonderful thought to capture the above lines into a film…but DIRECT, LITERAL translation of above lines into Visuals would be damn boring…
    amm… better to put it in a story form and let the FEEL come out with out saying it…let the emotion come out with out stating it…but then there is a problem…if the character through whom the story is told, if he is evolved at the beginning then what is remained to show?
    he reaches to a point where he realizes ‘I am the creator and created both’, that journey of his would be entertaining…
    what say?
    areeee but wait…i could remember one film- SANTA TUKARAM( Saint Tukaram) ( old marathi film- Prabhat era when films were made in marathi- now its all crap)
    there Tukaram has already submitted himself to Pandurang( one of the million gods 🙂 ) …but even then why that film is entertaining?
    may be because TUKARAM’s path was of BHAKTI…so there were good ABHANGAS to hear also the struggle a common man creates around himself was naturally shown through other characters around Tukaram…so even though Tukaram was on a singular track unlike conventional hero where hero evolves out of a common man, he was entertaining enough…there was no emotional growth or graph to Tukaram’s character…because he was already part of PANDURANG…but even then the entire film is gripping and through every scene of it and every movement of camera THE ABOVE lines pour out in different forms through out the length of the film…!
    another example is PI but there the character reaches to a point where he realizes something!…so there is a journey, there is a rising graph to emotions…
    even in Alchemist…almost same thing…
    ammm… well…hmm…

  15. kedar, I just gave an idea, otherwise I know next to nothing about films.
    Perhaps what I wrote about the film may be captured near the end, even this I dont know. Again I just gave an idea.
    As to the story, excuse my presumptuousness but somebody my own story may be quite a thriller. It will include everything of bollywood yet lead to the essence of the above lines at the end.

  16. I am a figment of HIS imagination
    I am an excuse for HIS creation
    I am a vibration of HIS Oscillation
    I am a celebration of HIS festival
    I am a reflection of HIS vision
    I am a thought of HIS expression
    I found out the purpose of my existence
    ‘Cos I am the painting defined on HIS canvas
    I do now RESONATE within my constraints
    I was a vagabond but now I have reached HIS home

  17. n creativity as for nothing…
    when nothing inside ..became nomind
    creativity comes from within..wat say

  18. Harb…yeah the idea was good i said…i was laughing may be because of some other reason…wasnt laughing at you…was laughing when i read and when i was typing…may be i sensed the innocence and spontaneity in your comment…
    and hey every body knows about films…Story telling…otherwise u wouldnt have sensed that there is a good thriller in your own life story… Craft improves over the years…
    and yeah at the end it could work…modern version of Guide… 🙂
    yep Guide is one more example…also Matrix was about the same thing in a very very expensive and different way… 🙂 i love art where artist has consciously expressed THE ABOVE lines…
    i hope we will be seeing more of such art in coming years…philosophers are turning into spiritualists faster than ever…

  19. do forgive if the comment is bathetic, but cant resist the temptation to point this out.
    the metaphor of the ocean and ocean water is doing the rounds in the infighting in kerala marxist party, with the CM & the state party leader trading insults – and the metaphor they have resorted to is the sea, sea water and a bucket! and media is gleeful.
    now jokes aside, the third stanza – superb.so naturally derived from the metaphor. the last stanza – anchored in complex eastern philosophy -brain teaser.

  20. Like teardrops in my ocean
    like dew drops of devotion
    like ‘ripples” storms’ & ‘waves’
    a pearl in my shell says
    .
    .
    I ‘Love’ you
    .
    .
    is it mocking illusions of the heart?
    is it ripples, playing their part?
    is it waves, in their divine motion?
    or is it mere, storms in my ocean…
    kaha hai janab?

  21. Kedar,
    Ramana once said, “Where science ends philosophy begins…”
    Which I have completed in my own way and as per my own life-long experience as “Where science ends scientific philosophy begins, where scientific philosophy ends relgious philosophy begins, where religious-philosophy ends spirituality begins and where spirituality ends the WAY begins which knows all which embraces all.”
    So given this some one can make even thrillers of all kinds from this canvas.
    And we can have heart-to-heart somewhere if you want to talk about/experiment with such a film.
    And I am free to quote Lao Tze words taken from some book “In mind how like I am to the fool. I am all in the dark. The common peole are brightly inteligent; I alone seem to be in the dark. I am tossed as the ocean; I role as if never to stop. All other men having something that they can do; I alone am good for nothing and despicable. I alone differ from other people but I glory in my nursing mother (Tao) (Which by the way is evolutionary scheme of things).
    Likewise if ever you meet me you will find me just lying on my bed lol.

  22. We are indeed!
    Answers are within and we seek everywhr else.
    When oneness is plunged and plundered we seek.
    We as individuals, we as people, we as a nation need to collect ourselves, calm ourselves, look within and resurrect the harmony and oneness.

  23. wondering if we give psychological terms to that poem of yours and mix with Hindu spirituality what possible outcome emerges?
    drop lost in ocean…merging with its own introverted being…
    a wave who is imagining itself separate but is extroverted…
    searching for divinity…in creation or being with creator…in vast play…
    so a person who is on quest may be introverted or extroverted … if introverted will say ‘neti-neti” neither this nor that…
    an extroverted person in all ego less will say…’aham bhramasmi’ all being one…
    an introverted will then reach to nothingness which one reads all the time in realization or an extroverted will take one ness…but for both its that vastness that you wrote in poem…either by nothingness…or by whole completeness of one…both go to same way…infinite

  24. Hello Sir,
    How are you. I want to assist you in your future projects. I want to learn form you. How can i be in contact.
    Regards

  25. Shekhar Sir,
    I am a second yr. direction student at FTII, Pune and my batch would be highly obliged if you could take some time out and conduct a workshop with us on “working with actors” sometime in the next couple of months.
    There would soon be a formal communication to you through the administration, but I thought I’ll do my bit. I didn’t know any other way to contact you! Sorry.
    Also Sir, if you can provide us with an email/phone number (you can send it to the FTII email – tutorial_sec@ftiindia.com), our head of department Mr. Sandeep Chatterjee can directly get in touch with you and work out the formalities.
    Hoping for positive response from your side Sir.
    Really looking forward to a session with you.
    cheers. pranjal.

  26. where are u? a drop or an ocean…must be drop at the moment…thats why no blog for so many days… :))))))))

  27. kedar #33
    Must be an ocean, resting in an oceanic stillness, a drop could not sit still for soo many days lol.
    Harb

  28. from Tales and Parables of Sri Ramakrishna
    “Once a salt doll went to measure the depth of the ocean. It wanted to tell others how deep the water was. But this it could never do, for no sooner did it get into the water than it dissolved. Now, who was there to report the ocean’s depth? What Brahman is cannot be described. In samadhi one attains the knowledge of Brahman — one realises Brahman. In that state reasoning stops altogether, and man becomes mute. He has no power to describe the nature of Brahman.”

  29. from Tales and Parables of Sri Ramakrishna
    “Once a salt doll went to measure the depth of the ocean. It wanted to tell others how deep the water was. But this it could never do, for no sooner did it get into the water than it dissolved. Now, who was there to report the ocean’s depth? What Brahman is cannot be described. In samadhi one attains the knowledge of Brahman — one realises Brahman. In that state reasoning stops altogether, and man becomes mute. He has no power to describe the nature of Brahman.”

  30. Mai janta hun ki mai janta hun,main janta hun ki main nahi janta hun,mai nahin janta hun ki mai nahin janta hun….
    We will lost as a rain drop in ocean but our properties n color will not fade in ocean…….

  31. Pranaam Shekhar ji

    Truly beautiful! The truth…reality.
    In life, we always search for answers. Life’s battles is the one we fight daily in the silent chambers of the soul. Our true destination’s not marked on any chart. We’re navigating the shores of the heart.
    Regards
    Surabhi

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