A dramatic stage show,

emotions bagged tight,

that was all about her.

One by one, she let them fall.

Time being a testament, sobbing like a newborn.

Chased by the storms, lost in the misty thoughtlessness,

She found a flash of light, her inner core.

A soft voice called from afar, her feet followed near, like a curious child.

The nearer she got, the clearer the sound.

“Even wrong paths can reach to the right destination”

The voice was unfamiliar, but she could tell it was a man

“Who are you?” ,She asked.

“Someone who does not make himself suffer will never cause suffering to others”

The man spoke again, in the still of the night.

Gathering the courage within, she asked, “what do you mean?”

“Forcing causes suffering, and whatever is forced upon you becomes a prison”

“Oh Bhagwan, help me” she cried.

Even in the darkest hour, the voice spoke truth.

“Krishna is multidimensional, superhuman, miraculous, but looks more like a myth than a real man”

“Jesus is so sad, so burdened – burdened with the miseries of the whole of humanity. He is good, but too good, almost inhumanly good”

“Buddha is heavenly but the earthly part is missing. He is like a flame, beautiful – but there is no oil, no container”

“Mahavira, Moses and Mohammed are like single notes: simple, austere, beautiful even, once in a while but if it continues you feel bored; you would like to stop it”

This time she didn’t ask anything; instead, she laughed.

Without fear, without hesitation, without limits.

The sun flashes the light, a reminder of a new day.

She seeks for wisdom, forever in search of her bhagwan.

(Inspiration: Osho,

Sources: Few quotes are taken from Osho’s several inspired Books)

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