Wednesday, May 30, 2018

The Weaver - Part-04 - "Adaari"

"The one who frees, is often not the one who lives to enjoy the freedom."

Saranyu was looking outside her small window, at the solemn bowl which never ran out of water for birds tormented by the heat wave. -
As the birds pressed their beaks into the silence of the water, ripples echoed a distant thought.

When the prisoners of war the "vihagaas- the birds" were rescued by the valiant forest guardians, most of them got infected by the light of the new sun. -
The forest beings which lived under the ocean wasn't used to this new bright thing. -
The sun had sent its people to conquer all on earth.

"Free the cages
Let the birds be out."

The water of the earth had dried and it's surface charred by the people of the new sun.
So the birds took to the skies and remained there until the trees were born.

Saranyu looked at the bowl of water, she remembered her own brave daughter who had given her life to break free the birds from those uranium traps.

Kori : how old was she when she fought the Great War ?
Saranyu : your age.

That's why dreams don't appear in the light, they come in the night.

It's the way of the old earth.
Simply closing ones eyes is not enough, you must remember those who gave their lives, the pure hearts, the dreams they left behind are the ones you want to lead.

(To be continued)

Story: Abhi

Sunday, May 27, 2018

Weaver - Part 03- The forest herbs

The Weaver" Episode-3

"Your pain defines who you are but don't let it hold power over you."

So when did you stop sleeping ? Was it after the great forest fire ?

Kori was still startled by the black star trails which swirled around Saranyu.

Saranyu : it was...but I was too burnt, the fire had pierced my hoofs, its flaming arrows had cut through my tendons but I preserved and saved all the children, I was drained, and had to seek help.

Kori: where did you look?

Saranyu: He made medicines from the forest herbs, a night before he had collected most medicinal plants, but for his own people who had set fire to the forest.
He offered it to me though, enduring his own festering wounds, a strong heart, humans can be so different, some who burn and some who heal.

Kori : did you take it ?

Saranyu : .....

Kori : ...Your burns were excruciating ?

Saranyu: I remembered the forest echoing something in my heart.
That voice and the resolve in it was medicinal...

"Your pain defines who you are but don't let it hold power over you."

The forest even though incinerated took away my agony, since then I haven't slept, neither do I get the drift to sleep, I watch all scattered dreams, hoping that the forest might come back through one of them, that it may want to live again.

I watch over that hope Kori.

Story : Abhi

Sunday, May 13, 2018

"The Weaver" Part -02

"The Weaver" Episode - 02

Beyond the dream world, where dark light tints the distant red stars is the realm of "Susupti"- Deep sleep.

That is where the mind goes, leaving the physical body.

This is where the dreams emanate from.
Some congregate to form the "Dream state" some move more freely.

Kori: Hard to recollect anything from this vagrant state.
It's impossible to track the deep-sleep realms unlike the "swapn" night self and "jagrat" day self. ?

Saranyu: Dreams are not looking for the minds.
You must know child...the mind is looking for dreams. -
Once it finds it.
It traps it.
Puts on reins of reason.
Locks it down with borders of logic.

It takes immense effort to free the dreams from the clasp of the mind.

And when you free the dreams you change too.
They transform you.
So much so that the order in the walking world looks irrational and meaningless.

Dreams can do that you see...

They make you love a different world, then the one you presently inhabit.

That can be dangerous...

Are you sure you want to know about them Kori ?

The pot whistled and the top opened letting something out which resembled little bugs ?


Wide eyed Kori gasped and her breath became jaded with surprise.

...(to be continued)

Story : Abhi -

Tuesday, May 8, 2018

"The Weaver" Part-01

"The Weaver"
Episode 01

Why would she give a names to anonymous beings she met in her dreams,
why the folks she saw never had any mouths ? 

Yet they communicated with something far profound then what mere words could say.

Often Kori, the daughter of the boar king would come to Mother Saranyu for council on her dreams. 
Which was odd, because Ma Saranyu never slept, she was nindramukta, liberated of sleep.

How can one who does not sleep know about dreams ?

It baffled her, what did she know about dreams which no one else did?
Did dreams live anywhere else too other then the sleep ?
Were sleep and dreaming even related ? 

Most folks who slept had nightmares not dreams.

perhaps it was kori's interest in the old speech. -

When we shed everything we know, how would the world seem then ?

Saranyu : you know what your name means ?

Kori : ...a blank place ?

Saranyu smiled and she brewed the herbs Kori had brought for her and said.


Kori had no idea where mata was going with this, but her heart was ardently listening. be continued.
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Thursday, August 17, 2017

New Book - Update

Hi Everyone, Thanks for coming down to this secret hideout, wanted to post an update about the work on the new book.
Some explorations hinting at the world, the world building is massive in this one, years scribed into sketch-books and stacks of notes surround me these days.

It's only now when i'm distilling all my notes into scripts, i'm realizing how much stuff might not make it in the opening few issues, i'll have to create openings to use that exciting material later on.

This regimented aspect of scripting is equally important, one cannot use all exciting part at once, it becomes a mess, usually a good rule to follow is, less is more, take a few good ideas and let them come together like a musical composition, stress on a few notes, go high on few, some pauses and breathing spaces, draw what is essential and try to put in quality writing work in the script, think about dialogue etc.

Writing and drawing a book can be a lot of work, i'm finally after many years, ready to begin the pages, it seems unreal, i hope it all ties up well.

Will post some more soon.

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Monday, July 24, 2017

"the knower of solitude - Kewalya"

"The Knower of Solitude - Kevalya" 

What is "Kevalya" this "Solitude" you've become asked the peacock ?

Is it to go away from people and places of clamor ? 

into the forest or inside the water if one can hold his or her's breath…

is it to drive away desires from one's mind and rest in a place of non-materialism 

is it to take oneself away from the burning greed and want of comfort.

What is it Oh, Rishikesha, lord of all senses. 

Is it to take the body and mind into the five "Yamas" away from the distracting habits.
To immerse in…
non violence - Ahimsa, infused with "Satya" truthfulness, non- stealing of one's own virtues from temptation.

Is it to restrain "muladhara" and find center in the all pervading presence of "Brahman" and channeling it in our daily conduct "brahm-charya" to be as giving as nature is "Apari-graha" to be non aversive…
To be "non possessive" of our own good thoughts and let them be manifest through our actions for others.

The peacock continued, it this what solitude is Oh! Niranjana - the unblemished one…

…is it to understand "Kshama" forgiveness, to one's own mistakes and to channel "Krodha" anger as "Karuna"…

is it to see "Daya" compassion in oneself as a reflection of others…

What is "Kevalya" Oh! Hari - Lord of nature.

Is it to find control over "Niyamas" 
to be clean of one's mind Ego and malicious strands. 
to be content "Santosha" 
to contemplate on the nature of things and find that we are but a part of one universal self aligned by a band of the fire of "tapa" the radiating energy.

It is to know this and then give away this energy to everything around…emulating nature.

is it to know through this energy that there is a vibrational language in things around and within.

is it to feel this in one's heart and express it in silence emanating love.

is it to reconcile with time and death, to overcome the fear of decay..

…by knowing that the vibration will live on.

and that to create in one's mind "Huta" a ceremony of soul fire and observe "vrata" a place where one doesn't take anything but only gives...

...and that while we live we shall observe "Mita-hara" moderation in consuming and master the "Siddhasna" of one's mind, to keep it steady against any difficulty.

what is it…this solitude, Oh! Matangadeva - the lord of premonitions.

is it to know that "Asana" is not about holding the posture of the body alone but of the mind.
to stay with the steadiness of the thought or let it flow…

to know the "vritti's" the waves of the mind and to be in tandem with the "laya" and "parlay" the tides of the mind.

is it to know that "pranayama" is the ultimate prayer and the acknowledgement that we are all tied by the etheric fields emoting the unknowable divinity.

To know that each breath is a pearl we are creating inside the ocean of time, a rosary in accord with all things around.

is it to acknowledge this universal connection we share through our breath…

Oh ! Nirguna - the one without any material properties…what is "Kevalya" this solitude you have become…?

is it "pratyahara" to go away to a place in ether to bring back the lost awareness to our minds…

is it "Dharana" to be introspective while still embodying the world and it's beings.

is it to be "leen" immersed in "Dhyana" a place of universal harmony and observe the even flow and to exude that radiance to everyone around like the sun does.

is it to understand "the resonance" and "dissonance" are cyclic and that life and death are nothing but two medians intersecting in this world of existence…

…that we all are part of one sentient being.

is it to melt away into the energy, to give it back to the source it came from…

is it to give…

my body to earth.

my mind to ether.

my life to fire.

my colors to water

my flight to sky…

my good deeds to Life

my soul to kindness

my sight to innocence

my memories to Love.

my self to Earth.

…with that the peacock took a moment in silence.

The dark one hadn't spoken a word or maybe he spoke through the peacock…

The crimson of the evening was seeping through the trees glinting off the blue hued beings, like waves crashing onto the stones of time.