wow

Suchitra,

Hello! Nice to meet you.

You are a beautiful and thoughtful lady!

That hit the target, been there too,

Very well said! Keith

"and for once the picture is much larger than the frame"

Dear Suchitra,

Yep, we live in a world where the frame grabs more attention than the picture.

Your friend didn't come to you expecting a solution....she just came to unburden herself. That's what friends are for.

Cheers!
Navin

Hi Suchitra,

With all due respect, please allow me to make two points.

1) 'tis a sad story that you relate, it's all too common. But peace can only be attained from within; not through the whims of others;

2) May I suggest that you work on the tidiness and grammar of your English. You write very poorly.

Spence.

Dear Suchitra

Nice!

love, Heather

I wouldn't have gone back.

Suchitra: It amazed me to see that anybody could miss the sing-song rhythm and rhyme of the poetic form in which you tell a story here; one that conveys lessons and meanings of what it is to be human, and in one of the many ways in which these were carried forward through oral tradition, from generation-to-generation, and for eons of time.

Like I said, it baffles and amazes me that the artistry of your use of words to paint this story is not immediately evident to anyone who sees them--but....

....the Intentblog clearly has it's own ebb-and-flow of both high-vibrational contributors, and cycles of low-vibrational contributors.

I use to surf the California coast for years, and it would be like that with the ocean swells--they'd come "out of nowhere," seemingly without cause at times, and at others, it would just go "flat" for days, or even weeks.

Always, on the Intenblog, there are at least some quality posters, no matter what--but as of late, we've started seeing a stream of a few negative energies that almost single-handedly chase away the presence of the really beautiful and superior hearts-and-minds that "swell" this cyber-place to overflowing.

Deepak's posts have increasingly been infected again with a few such noxious posters; ones that add nothing of value with their baseless criticisms.

I write this one to you because I know that you are a superbly artistic person; and I know it only takes one or two crass and unqualified criticisms from a less-than-substantial critic to unnecessarily wound a sensitive heart like yours.

In other words, "consider the source from which the comment came," and do not take it too heart--I truly love "the sound" of what you've written here; please keep your creative efforts going, wherever, and whenever, you feel that inspirational energy coming through you--no matter what.

Looks like it's time for me to turn this surfboard towards the shore, and paddle on in; it appears that a few "ho-dads" (as we called them--or "knobs") are starting to cherry-pick the waves--but their going flat for a time, anyhow.

Suchitra: "Karma Confusions" is both beautiful and fun! Thank You--Dave

David: Very well said.
Poets and authors have long suffered the sporadic pummels of critics.

Even the likes of the great A. Pope were not spared hence his "An Essay on Criticism".

Suchitra: This is so beautiful. Thank you for sharing.

-jasleen

Miss JM: I use to race high-powered cars when I was a younger man, and I often heard it said that cops see things in black-and-white; and since this indiviual I'm referring to (whom I do like--at least most of his comments!) has indicated he's a cop, I find it to be like someone who is possibly "color blind" telling Picasso he needs to learn how to paint!

....and, it's been 24 years this summer, and over 600,000+ miles, since I've gotten a ticket--for anything--the last one was in a 165-MPH Porsche 911SC--the first day I got it! Dave

Dear Suchitra,
"I want my life to work
and clean away all the pain and the dirt"

It's also from this depth of suffering, and confusions - which opens the door to brush away the illusions.

love,
~ Kate

That was lovely.

And I agree. It is so easy to judge, and to be certain you know what is right. And then life shows you there are other ways to see things.

Suchitra, I am neither an English major, nor a writer. I think you write well. You pour your heart into the words, and those words are beautifully simple, straight forward, truthful, and they touch many hearts in the right places.

You have written about a complex but all too common issue. When the soul sees the soul it has picked as spouse, it goes," there you are!". But the human mind thinks, "I love you", "I am attracted to you". If the two souls are kindred spirits everything is easy sail. If they were enemies in previous life times, or are incompatible, in this life, it is Mahabharatha war at home. I admire the Indian woman, who has the courage to divorce, a husband, who treats her poorly, whether the abuse is physical, or mental.

It is not easy thing this divorce business, especially if the pair has children. Suchitra, I am not advocating divorce for trivial reasons. But if the relationship is not nurturing, blocks the spiritual growth of one or both, traumatises either one, or one of them is an addict, it is better to end it. I know of many women who are in abusive relationships because they have brainwashed themselves into thinking that is all they deserve. It is a sad state of affairs.

God bless you.

Suchitra,

Now that i've reread your story, it is absolutely beautifully written. i had just woke up when i first commented. Hence the critism!

David, yes, you're right. I am taking the bonehead award of the week! I am no English major, just a dimwit! I am now putting myself in the doghouse, indefinitely!

Spencer: If you were a "dimwit," as the "Bag-of-shit-man" refers to us all, you would never have had the integrity to write what you just did--your comments make this blog twice as beautiful now, as it was before.

Indeed I bow to you Sir, and should I ever warrant the need for police scrutiny again, I hope it is from a "cop like you"--and ironically, I just spent the last several hours with a former police officer, visiting at a Starbucks, talking about his interest in writing books on law enforcement views for a lay-person, like me! Dave

Spencer,

David, Goliath and I are friends here, we come

as men...simple human beings. Join us as such,

leave titles and credentials at work, at least

"once in a while...".

I doubt you are here for our sake, I hope, for

your sakes, you're here because these topics interest

you, and you have some questions.

Let their be No Doubt, you are where you are

meant to be! My hats off to you, sir! And to all

who have secured the freedoms such as we have here!

The idea of an Ark being built, right now!, in

the Netherlands, for seed storage in case of the

worst scenario, is indeed, music to my ears!

Come...get on the boat, even if it's just for a few

minutes a day, we're all in this together!

Suchitra,

Marvelous name...if you read this, it means

your in this also! When you have time...(screw

the grammar, I understood you perfectly!) come

enlighten us with your point of view, ship's a'hoy! Me2/Keith

Wow! powerful rhyme! I wanted to dance a dance of peace for her suffering... while reading your words.

North

If you are some sort of celebrity, there will be no dearth of toadies for you here, no matter how good or bad is your poetry. It is as much fun to read what they write as you write. Keep it up.

hi suchitra
this is a very common story but beautifully written. the most intersting part is the way you have treated the outcome. with compassion and wisdom

I liked it, it was like I was right there at coffee feeling all of these feelings.

Aloha Suchitra

I loved your writing of unrequited love. And weaving it with the thought we live in an interactive universe we can go deep within our Soul to see why we cognitive distance? Why do we find ourselves in these relationships? Why have we fallen in love with a dream that has transpired into a nightmare?

Maybe in the next meeting of the friends we would hear the friend reminding her wedding is within and that she is married in her Soul. What women can give to each other is help to see insecurity is See In Cure. The age of enlightenment is the age of womanhood.

And by stepping into the reflection of the former relationship we realize when we make distance we move closer. The power of the dream is choice. We can choose to have him any time in our dream. He at one time was our lover and now he is our teacher. We have the power to use our memories vs. having them use us. In our dreams there are no beginnings and ends.

We realize the power of the dream is we live in a Self-correcting universe. When we remember we are married to everyone Heaven becomes a cluster of thoughts Self realized. The picture now fits within a larger frame and we will be ready for a larger than life intimacy of in to me I see when he rematerializes in another form in our interactive universe. We will no longer cognitive distance for we will be in delightful uncertainty of knowing I am that I am. Love patty

women of the world unite
to make the world a better place

if women of the world unite. noise pollution will go through the roof what will all the gossip.

nice one :D

Who decides what is right or wrong????
a very nice poem!!!

Dare to recognize the chattering voices, beckoning for your attention.

This keeps you from finding your true Life, your true Nature.

It's easy to be pulled in many directions, and wander very far away from home. It's really easy to follow someone else's confusion, and get caught in their drama.

It is a wonderous thing to be in command of yourself.

This really is true happiness. From this center of Knowing, you can reach to another with care and understanding and compassion.

Love,
~ Kate

a picture a frame
now whose to blame

karma confusion
is that your conclusion

a candid confession
and your mind starts to question

Life is a manner of living
framing it is showing no forgiving.

nice poem
i like it
takes me back to many memories

He would @#$% her when she is awake.
When asleep, he would @#$% other women.
She cried when she found out and left him.

Since he told her he had a “promiscuous gene”
and it was all Karma, she accepted her back,
as she is a Hindu girl who not only believes
in Karma and Dharma and all the holy things
associated with them, she is very modern and
knowledgeable in genetics of sexual behavior
and also believes in “promiscuous genes.” She
even outsmarted her poet (!)friend full of wisdom.

Beliefs work miracles. A wonderful story. God bless.

Hello wodehouse

yes beieifs work miracles
and why do you assume the girl is a hindu? karma dharma are now universal concepts. its like saying only hindus practice yoga-get a life wodehouse.open your eyes

Suchitra -

Thanks so much for sharing this; the rhyme and cadence were lovely.

It reminded me a little of the movie Forrest Gump. The end scene where he is talking to the grave of his dead wife Jennie. He is in tears and wondering out loud if Life is laid out for us by God, or if we are a feather blown about by the winds of chance. The conclusion that he comes to, is that both are true. I agree with you and Forrest...maybe it's both.

Peace,
Scott.

That was amazingly beautiful writing, Suchitra. Thank you.

Being new to Eastern beliefs, may I think out loud here?

It is his Karma to be promiscuous. Well, that is true. He came into her life to bring her pain. That is her Karma. Why was this pain brought to her? What is she meant to learn from it?

She could leave, get some distance, try to heal. But a wound of love rarely goes away. If she stayed, what would her faithfulness bring to him? Could he listen? Could her pain be shared with him, and let the Karma produce the meaning it was intended? Could she enter her own pain and find something that she needed to learn within herself?

Or do they both just accept their Karma, and sit in a puddle of pain that goes nowhere. Gratuitous suffering. What is love when it brings pain? They both are on a journey. They both have to decide. They both have to live with the other's decisions.

Soft sensitive hearts living with hardened hearts. Sometimes we realize who we are in the darkness of love than we do in the light of love. Sometimes rejecting a hardened heart just brings another along the way. Why is that hardened heart in her life?

Sun Warrior

The pain of unrequited love is sometimes better than the pleasure of requited love.

The pain of unrequited love is sometimes better than the pleasure of requited love.

The pain of unrequited love is sometimes better than the pleasure of requited love.

Is it the story of new unreleased movie Karma, Confessions and Holi that you are acting in it? The film is based on the inner conflicts of relationships.

hi suchitra
you are a very talented lady. one knew about your other talents and you never fail to surprise.i met you in delhi during your art exhibition at the habitat centre-dont know if you recall. keep it up

Quite an intriguing post.

I love the way it ends.. picture is larger than the frame :)

why bother with a frame for a picture at all? why cramp its style...are we afraid it may alter its shape from what we wish to see? i sincerely believe there is no right or wrong, one souls nectar is another souls poison..yes forgiveness is the key, and the one to forgive first,is the self, post the compromises we make. of course there is no right or wrong...just make life work and rock

very well said..and every thought touches and makes a difference to some life around. keep soaring

i like this poem and its philosophy. been there done that

An extremely good poem.

...And to think yesterday (Kings Road, Chelsea) I quizzically asked you "a singer?"