I don’t know the strange roads I have to unravel and how far to go in this lifetime in my journey to God-hood from witch-hood. If my childhood memory serves me right, I was yearning for becoming a witch and even dreamt of my supernatural life in dark woods, when I was little. If someoneContinue reading “The 🧹 Witches 🪄”
Category Archives: mysticism
Meditations
Someday when we will travel an alien path, we may perceive unknown vibrations of someone intensely loving us crossed that way before. No one can comprehend the mysterious unique ways of this Universe, unfolding its treasure of secrets for each one of us. What I desire the most this moment is to be in myContinue reading “Meditations”
Alchemist
I get inspired by my last night’s dream and desperately wanted to become an Alchemist. In the depths of my dream, I was taken by my maternal grandfather, who died twenty years back, to a far away hilltop cottage. He told me, an old lady who knows lots about the spirit world is residing thereContinue reading “Alchemist”
An old story
“Once upon a time, I dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was myself. Soon I awoke, and there I was veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was thenContinue reading “An old story”
Liberation
The melodious songs we love to listen appeared to be equally soulful and painful. I wish these summer days never leave me as the winter every time add a tinge of melancholia to my aching soul. I adore the singer Lana Del Rey and one of her songs ‘Summertime Sadness’ , remind me a movieContinue reading “Liberation”
Cornelia Streets
This morning I opened my eyes from an eternal dream on Lord Krishna moving a piece of mountain and finally that flew away to far away clouds. Whenever I am having a heartbreak 💔 I want to walk alone through sloppy hills. But some parts of my heart still love to experience heart breaks notContinue reading “Cornelia Streets”
Faded reminiscences
Everyone has a unique story to tell. I also have thousands of untold stories died in my vivid mind for last forty years. End of this winter watching a divine peacock gently walking down the park with its magnificent trails behind him, from the 13th floor of this apartment in this big capital city, IContinue reading “Faded reminiscences”