The best way to know the self is feeling oneself at the moments of reckoning. The feeling of being alone, just with your senses, may lead you to think more consciously. More and more of such moments may sensitize ‘you towards you’, towards others. We become regular with introspection and retrospection. We get ‘the’ gradual connect to the higher self we may name Spirituality or God or just a Humane Conscious. We tend to get a rhythm again in life. We need to learn the art of being lonely in crowd while being part of the crowd. A multitude of loneliness in mosaic of relations! One needs to feel it severally, with conscience, before making it a way of life. One needs to live several such lonely moments. One needs to live severallyalone.

Monday 12 October 2015


To meet requirements of the day-6 assignment for Writing 201 on my WordPress blog, I have randomly chosen two poems from a website, ‘AllPoetry’ and have tried to come out with something different with the words available (with slight additions). Here they are:

(1) Face To Face: This one is by Rabindranath Tagore.

Day after day, O lord of my life,
shall I stand before thee face to face.
With folded hands, O lord of all worlds,
shall I stand before thee face to face.

Under thy great sky in solitude and silence,
with humble heart shall I stand before thee face to face.

In this laborious world of thine, tumultuous with toil
and with struggle, among hurrying crowds
shall I stand before thee face to face.

And when my work shall be done in this world,
O King of kings, alone and speechless
shall I stand before thee face to face.

Here is my version: 


I am face to face before you O lord of all worlds
Or I am not?
With folded hands, day after day, I ask you
But I find my silence still standing behind my solitude

I am or I am not?
Life is filled with hurrying crowds of such thoughts
My heart has been humbled with its tumult
And my face tells the toil it inflicts on me

O King of kings, under and beyond this sky
I am alone and helpless in this laborious world of yours
Struggling with my conscience, my conscience struggling with me
Waiting, when a face to face you will leave me speechless

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