Bøger af Mukesh Chhajer

(From the Back cover) A fog is nature's way of saying, there is still work to be done before the path becomes clear. When it happens on a rainy morning, nature also clears it up after a while. However, often we walk through the life in the same foggy state without knowing when this fog would clear, yet we have to continue on the journey. Fog distorts and twists the reality. Many lives we have spent walking through this fog. Will a time come when this fog will clear or are we trapped in this foggy state forever?

(From the book) Defiance is not a challenge, defiance is not a threatDefiance is not an insult, you continually perpetuateDefiance is a tool, to uphold human valuesWhen all around you, inhumanity prevails ____________________________ "In the name of God, you areHereby condemned to the hell"The arrogance of manDeclares without any hesitation ____________________________________

From unknown to unknown. Life is a process of transition between two extremes diametrically opposite; extremes that refuse to reveal their secrets. And yet, these extremes are inextricably connected by visible and invisible threads. From birth to death, this transition can be observed, evaluated, adjusted, and corrected, up to a certain extent. The mystery though deepens as we move in the opposite direction.

[Translated from the back cover] Standing in front of Shiva Parvati poses a question thus "Please explain, O Lord Why is human life the best?" Riding on a wave of constantly evolving emotions, every life goes through cycles of pleasure-and-hardship, happiness-and-sorrow, victory-and-defeat, success-and-failure. Neither success is eternal, nor sorrow. Neither hardship is forever, nor victory. Caught in the currents of emotions from birth until death, we continuously face many challenges. Whatever the outcome, we remain incapable of understanding life's true meaning, why? The poems presented here are an attempt to understand this question.

What can one say about the divine play (lila) of Lord Krishna? Various scriptures and the experiences of many siddhas and rishis are replete with the glorious descriptions of His various lilas. Whether sporting with the gopies or destruction of demons, in the battle of mahabharata or welcoming Sudama in Dwarika; there is always a message for the world. The collection of poems presented here describe some of these lilas, some in a traditional manner and some in a new light.

Time is aloof and unbiased; however, we blame it for the ups-and-downs in life. Time merely laughs at our ignorance and moves forward. When we forget our own nature and lose ourselves, nature creates situations to bring us back on the path. These poems are the result of that ignorance and attempts to return back. (This book is in Hindi)

(From the book) Invisibility is a blessingEmbrace it with dignityOnce exposed, like innocence lostOne, forever, will be forcedTo roam under dark clouds When fame and power cast a spellTurning one blind and deafHow will you be able to knowThe plaything you have become ****************************************** In the house of the LordDon't go, O CongressmanYour acts are an insultTo human and the divine Your words are liesMisleading and outrightYour speech is a hoaxTo confuse ordinary folksYour pompousness is pollutingRivers and airYour compliments are laced withPoison and untruth Your spine is brokenYour mind convolutedHow will you withstandThe overflowing freshnessIn the house of the LordDon't go, O CongressmanYour acts are an insultTo human and the divine

Presented here are a few of the thoughts as mind wanders through, unrestrained. These include everything from simple observations of everyday life to happenings at the global scale to the purely imaginary and, spiritual and mystical musings; all in an attempt to understand life.

What we consider quiet is rarely quiet. Even when the world without has nothing to distract, the world within is constantly churning. This quiet chaos gives rise to a whole new world, as real as the world without. Presented here are a few reflections on a variety of topics, some based on the events of the day, others just musings of the mind from a time unknown.

Man, caught in a conflict between dream and reality, always feels restless, unsatisfied, unwelcome and incomplete. Individually or collectively, when these conflicts cross a threshold, they engulf whole of humanity in the form of great generosity or utter selfishness at an individual or societal level. These poems are an attempt to record these conflicts, within and without.

[Translated from the back cover] "Every moment of life is, filled with struggle Only wounded souls, appear in this world" Only wounded souls (Aahat Atmaen) take birth on this earth. Souls; pure, sacred and without blemish, which are without likes-dislikes, hatred, ego, anger or passions have already reached their destination. They have no more need for this earth. Every soul that takes birth on this earth is wounded in some form or other, whether only slightly or severely. Troubled by wounds, every soul is trying to become whole. Success is neither hard nor easy, only depends upon efforts. When thoughts and actions become restful, a soul automatically reaches its destination. Otherwise, the cycle continues through many-many births.

Love is a subject as old as humanity itself. Countless volumes have been written on love; classifying, categorizing, analyzing and dissecting it. And yet, love remains as incomprehensible as ever. These poems are my attempt to understand love; a love that is pure and unblemished; a love that is serene yet mischievous, uncompromising yet fluid, unyielding yet caring, exacting yet joyous. These poems are presented in the chronological order they were written. Love's promises are always dangerous Outcomes are perpetually in suspense The good and the bad, the metric of the world Invariably loses, its meaning Cruel is caring, supporting suffocating Critical is kind, annoying endearing To judge it by words, devoid of the context Is to remain unaware, of its true nature