The Greatest Play

I was never sober.

We all never awoke.

In this stream of bright lights,
We rode on our horses of time.

Fire our friend, burned the path;
Nurturing the soul to never give up.

Each birth is an attempt to awake.
The light inside wants to see someday, the universe naked.

What lies beyond the corners of the universe?
Who will answer if I dare to knock?

My creator created me for only one reason, to love.
No word before or after attached to my cosmic duty.

An ocean right behind the eyes.
A beautiful mountain painted to it's every imperfection right in front.

I struggle with my horse to cross this river of bright light.
Holding my broken sword, I know my God waits for me on the other side.

Chanting his name in every breath.
I power my hope and it begins to believe in it.

Our union will prompt a starry celebration.
We will merge and I will stream out of him like a beam of light.

I am now a part of this light.

My brothers, sisters and I now swim in ourselves.
Lighting the way for our past selves in their voyages to seek the purpose of life.

The final vision we await.
From before time was born, Gods from all across travel to take the best seats.

My creator! Our father!
The director of the greatest play.

Has suns and moons singing and dancing to the melodic compositions of planets and space.

I play a small role. But a role, I do play.

With each breath I take his name, he is love...with my words I do not make any mistakes.

Whenever I see beauty or feel it.
I know that the Gods applaud our play.

In constant admiration, we all sway.
The speakers our different but the melody is the same.

There is still some time left for this play to end.
It's only been a few minutes after intermission.

I don't know how this cosmic song will change.
I don't even know the artist's name.

All I know are my words and actions.
I get paid in love and I repay in love, the director of this celestial play.

We're all his favourite stars.

My friend.

When will you awake?

- Abhay Chopra

Words

They just don't come out anymore..

.. words.

Each sense is felt with child-like sincerity..

Memory chooses to play memory.

Nostalgia has a pain that reminds me of a friend,

Someone I've never had. But have only longed to.

The sunrise is beautifully hopeful.
The sunset, brutally truthful.

Overwhelmed. A cup just a bit more than, half full.

What am I suppose to do when I look at, feel something beautiful?

They just don't come out anymore..

..my words.

I have a voice but it doesn't speak.

A heart is needed. Preferably one that doesn't bleed.

I write now, out of greed.

I seek nothing more than to just truly understand peace.

It's taken long but my words are now trying to learn to speak.

They will learn to speak.

My words... They will speak.

- Abhay Chopra

Real

She is fire that my lamp waits to taste.

She is love that my heart longs to learn.

She is wind,

She plays with my hair.

She is that part of me... that I haven't still met.

You exist.

You are real.

She is the warmth that first ignited hope.

She is colour that I cannot paint today.

She is God.

She listens.. whenever I try to pray.

She exists.

She is real.

We haven't yet.

But soon will.

Hopefully one day...

...Paint the picture, with the colours your smile in my life, will bring.

I stand alone.

Waiting to welcome you home.

You are beauty that my eyes cannot appreciate.

You are already... but still, please don't be late...

Please don't be late.

- Abhay Chopra

Brother

Love is pure..

His love is pure..

I heal my soul,

In his thight embrace.

When I see him smile,

I pray it stays alive...

When I see him frown,

I wear 'duties' crown..

He is my world,

And I live in a beautiful world..

He is my joy,

And I'll never lose mine..

I cry and smile,

All at the same time.

Just at the thought of his love & wisdom, infinite.

His love is pure because love is pure.
He is my brother and mine forever.

- Abhay Chopra

Depth

                      

Deep within,

lies a green home of depth...

With each step of learning,

I see these stones get wet...

Fully loaded I stand,

Firmly holding my empty gun...

Even if given a choice,

To a beautiful place I shall never run...

Staring long enough,

Blurred regions remain blurred...

Her unsaid words sliced me,

Cut open my unaffected world...

Gazing into the eyes,

Of unbelievable, unattainable beauty...

I gifted myself the prize.

The search for an illusion free cosmic duty...

From where shall we begin,

To where will this journey end,

No one here, can tell you...

What are you to loose,

To experience that 'gain',

You're here, to tell you...

For the keepers of knowledge,

The ones holding the truth...

Believe in guiding by distancing us from them.

We have to travel to the stars.

And then some more.

Till the edge of the universe is met...

Then start knocking on every alien door...

The ones that answer, 

need to be ignored.

For God, we know...

He has a reputation to maintain...

Travelling till the edge of the universe won't cut it...

We need to work hard.

For what we expect to gain,

Is already achieved...

The winner is one,

Who'd want none of it at all...

You see, God just wants someone to love him back...

I've travelled the cosmos,

But didn't need to, for understanding this simple fact.

I love you.

And you love me.

Let's just keep it at that.

- Abhay Chopra 

Awake

If we awake..we might realize that the God we worship and believe in is our equal, is our friend. And he doesn't know all the answers because he himself is a traveller, he himself is learning and there is someone way above him. Someone whom he is trying to please so as to be at least noticed and if he is successful, learn from that ultimate/superior most thing. The God that we worship, believe in has been assigned the job to govern us as that is his test.

Not going into details, why in the first place do 'WE' or 'GOD or even "HIM" exist?
Why is there existence in the first place?

Why did the creator, create?

Isn't that question beautiful to hear?

I Truly believe that the Creator, who created this journey, who created this life, this Universe, who created himself and the one who created the most important thing of all..........

ENERGY

That Creator does not exist any more.
Someone who made the universe, who made life, who made this Heaven.....how do you think he might look.......he is now smaller than the microbe of the microbe of a SPEC!!!! He won't appear to be mighty....he doesn't need to be.....

He is mighty in his actions.......
He is humble

So he will simply appear as a SPEC!! He is the ENERGY!! That means he is in the rings of Saturn...he is Saturn....is is Hydrogen; he is Earth....he is my hair.....he is the gun....he is the eye of that rabbit...he is the "Word" he is...he is...

He is ENERGY.....and energy cannot be created or destroyed....but we have energy all around; so how can you say it cannot be created? It had to be created to be all around us. But it is true that Energy cannot be created any more!! But then who are we, Earthlings, to even discuss about something so sacred! It is beyond the radius of our little universe to even look upon... Yet we think we matter..and believe that we are special for him!! But then aren't we?                 

He, the CREATOR, created everything we can imagine and everything we cannot dream to imagine...and then dispersed his vastness into all that. My point here is that, we are him, we are the energy and we do matter as we are him and he matters......

No matter how childish it may sound, it is true that we are part of a game.... The CREATOR dispersed himself into his creation (something so big that there is no word to do justice to its vastness) and who made the most complex game, (which this life we are breathing now is a part of) ever possible. All this so that the dispersed energy come together......at the very end. It will take countless years and countless planets for the END of this GAME the CREATOR is playing.

This GAME will take almost COUNTLESS years to end but what most people don't know....is that this is the 2nd time the GAME is being played!! But the first time it wasn't played for fun but because of necessity of fulfilling Spiritually Lawful obligations! It was a beautiful and hand crafted task! And the CREATOR was in your place....he too was once a simple spec of ENERGY.....but what made him special was that he was a spark of GENIUS!! He was the most special case...he wasn't directly created by his "CREATOR" he created himself...he earned himself the special spot. The CREATOR was the "CREATOR'S" spark of GENIUS!!