The Boon Of Rebirth

 

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What are you born for? To see, to walk, to speak? Or, to sing, to dance, to dream!  We all have a story sleeping inside us. Wake it up.

 You were born long ago, when you breathed your first. But, once in life, you will feel a calling. Calling of the new, calling of the truth. This is when you start the journey towards a new beginning. When the shell you are wrapping yourself with, becomes very old, it leaves you.. and then, 

you are blessed with a boon from the heaven draped inside you, to breathe your first, once again!! That very moment, You Are Reborn, With The Boon Of Rebirth..

I have seen failures, I have seen success. I have seen love, I have seen hatred. Life is so unpredictable. Sometimes, a  question arises in my mind, what I am born for? To see, to walk, to speak? Or, to sing, to dance, to brathe!! I forgot myself, I saw her very, very long ago. So many years of darkness, so many year of silence. I have lost my voice. I need to say, I am here. Yes, I am here to tell my story, I am here to sing my song. I am here to dance with the wilderness of love, I am here to sing my song of freedom. So many words, so many thoughts, so many emotions. Pain, agony, smile, laughter. Everything come altogether, and I choose to embrace nothingness. Yes, nothing. I am nothing. Not a girl, not a woman. Not a daughter, a sister, a lover, a hater, a saint or a sinner. I am nothing but a wandering soul with a heart filled with love. I am a dreamer, a seeker. I am dreaming inside, seeking within.

 

For years, I have been suffering from draught of happiness. Now, this is over. Now, it’s time to celebrate. Life is celebration. It’s time to welcome the rain in your life. Let it rain, let it wash away the dirt you are carrying so far. Let nothingness meet the shower of love. Play the tune of raga Desh, the tune of homecoming, the tune of raindrops. It’s the song of the rain, in which the raindrops dance with the leaves.

Sing raga Desh, and dance like the raindrops are dancing in the forest, into the freedom of heart, into the wild delight of soul. Bring your life again, feel the raindrops on your face. This is the moment you were waiting for so long. To meet you in a new way. Renew yourself, absolutely new. Step out the cocoon, the season of metamorphosis has come.

You were born long ago, when you came out of your mother’s womb, for the first time you saw the light of the world. This time, give birth to yourself. You, yes, you. You give birth to you.

Enough fighting. Stop searching for a dream, crawling for a voice. Let the darkness over, let the despair vanish somewhere. Give birth to a new You, let your new self come out of the shell you were wrapping so long. Born, once again. Let your dreams come alive, once again. Desh is calling you, it’s playing inside you. It’s the tune of a new beginning, the tune of homecoming. Beginning of a new journey, homecoming of the long lost dream to feed your soul.

Play Desh, you need to be reborn. Because your oldest self is going far, and you are going to give birth the newest self of you. The raindrops are dancing, they are calling you to join them. Go, go far. Far, so far. It’s calling you, Desh is calling you. No need to look back. Because you are blessed with the boon of rebirth.

 

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