One who can learn to be contented with what he/she has been stuffed in their respective life, can certainly be happy always. one need to be daring and cheering even in their distress and ruining times because life cannot bestow every wants of oneself. thank you much loves n light to every body !

my outlook for Oneness, being quite generous with attitude and congeniality thoughts giving meaning to my life. though I am intrigued by life itself.
Love and light to every my friends and readers !

It was a torrid, sultry noon in my small remote village ( located in the Eastern India ). I can easily reckon, my colleagues collected outside my house to go on a spree. firstly decided to march to a pond located at a distance of half a mile by foot. subsequently borne idea of plucking mangoes from near-by orchards whilst stroding for pool.
we had ourselves to bathe in cool water for a bit of time. stretching all notorious activities from sneering to dabbling, shrieking to bullying others. after adventurous bath few reluctantly agreed to march toward orchard as we were forbid to enter since solely owned by rich, despot land-lords. as It was my notion so was I much earnest to resume, though friends propped me promptly. during the month of may and june, mangoes flourish lavishly in areas of north- central India. I could not resist my temptation to fall at mangoes as glances struck trees thickly laden with sappy mangoes and trepassed into orchard by sneaking from watchmen, we were driven into delirious lure by copius mangoes and keep darting deep inside the orchard.

rushed on the floor to fumble stones but stones striking could not work well, and none was ready to climb on a tree due to fear of unable to run away if watchmen appear and ultimately  become their prey. however, I decided to climb on tree to pluck mangoes. to my unfortunate  was caught by a watchman though friends gave shouts, due to thick tall tree skidded, crawled sluggishly provided watchman easy clasp.
I was escorted by watchman to my home. he complained to my mother impertinently about our mischievous activity swiftly.

I was escorted by watchman to my home. he complained to my mother impertinently about our mischievous activity effortlessly. to this my naughtiness, mom decided to imprison me into a tiny, musty cramped room in the house which used to resonant me as a creepy room during childhood. gloomy, smeared and tarnished with number of spiderwebs hanging, mouldy stinky smell keep haunting in one's nose until absolute exit from filthy room. the antiquated low wooden door, whose rusted hinges make grating sound on giving movements, made me to quiver. I used to peep stealthily when mom used to enter with the dim lighted lantern ( traditional lightning apparatus in villages when electricity was absence ). she use this dilapidated room for storing outdated, ignorant stuffs. my memories gradually countering these fancies and wave of timidness felt by me as mother took me to scary room but my persistent cry melt her to forgive me and pardon my mischievousness.

I am absolutely obsessed with integrating thoughts, magnanimous and friendly spirit. sometime introvert. myself being candid, honest, pensive and gregarious kind of person. I am repulsive toward thoughts pertaining egoism ro aparthied or animosity.

I think spiritual contentment can enconse oneself into peace. when I was restful into quietude of Auroville

who would not pay to explore any mystery, only lazies or cowards. infact mystery is something very compelling or strong urge to drive oneself persistently. mystery is the most beautiful journey, some time adventurous and wide fun exploration it becomes - friends do am I right ?
I think my friends posing mysteries to me in my life it is challenging to understand or predict what crawl in one's mind. nowhere to go but in circle of my friends at Gaia itself. It is perplexing to me of  friend's attitudes ( of this community ) moreover it do gnawe me maybe I am quite emotional or consider friendship too much or conscious of it or my love for oneness.

I do open challenge to everyone in this community ; Is there anyone in this community who believe in true friendship or thinks to be quite loyal, honest with friendship then put me down. I really have not met yet any true, honest, real friend in my life yet. this is mystery to me.

solitude is the school of wisdom, I read once.
being solitary loved by me most, may be I am kind of pensive so silence is highly fascinated by me. solitary is being conducive in conjuring me with numeral fanices, notions and thoughts infact my life does entail me toward solitary however I am so a very gregarious, affable and congenial person rather.

very popular saying " silent river runs deep ". solitude give rise to penetrate in one's own self and to explore, indeed solitude is the medium to commune with God. solitude plays an important role in mankind's life.

located a small village
on the fringe of the plateau
dwell a shaggy versatile shephard
who is good at flute, bleat.

on an adventurous hike
extravagant beauteos girly onemorning,
wabbling through rough trails ;
melodies of singing flute impelled her
to scour the wood ;
utterly engross in playing on flute
a shephard along his flock ,
bewitch music resonant around lavishly.

of his flute singing became she amorist
entice to attend furtively
decided she to have talks oneday
seeing her shivered He severely
with bade utter she - you are fabulous
reluctantly remained silent he
kicking feign repulsive
keep gnawing him, her presence
as she belong to priveleged noble family
himself a drudging shephard
in humble tone he utter to girl
to walk away but
she demand to listen his flute
her sweetly crave and heavenly beauty 
urge him to agree.
 
enchanting plays by boy at flute
heavenly exuberant beauty, innocency of girl 
tempted both to fall in love
his solitary vanished
cantering both, exploring intrinsic of love
days of distress begin by parting away
when family of girl
prohibit her outings
and sentence boy to agonise

being sneaky she with family
girl herself freed the boy
flee together they stealthily
launches away deep into light of love.

Love knows no boundaries,
Love knows no boundaries,
Love knows no boundaries,
                                     
                                                     -OWAIS

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Lagaan - a bollywood movie, whose central theme lies how impoverish Indian farmers wins a cricket match ( completely backward to cricket who never played nor even see this match ever ) from english men.  an ardent, bold and poor Indian farmer accept the challenge by a British bureacrat to play a cricket match with them because he was enticed by the offer of not to pay Britishers lagaan for three consecutive years if they wins. Lagaan means Tax, the cruel Britishers imposed a tax on produces by farmers, onset of harvest 2/3 shares of their total crops was taken by British authorities. however Lagaan is 100% truth which prevailed during regime of Britishers and so it is truth that cruel britishers were being ruthless with Indians and so used to agonise them severely.

friends, must watch this movie and also THE LEGEND OF BHAGAT SINGH, 1942 - A LOVE STORY inorder to explore the Britishers in India.

I find this bivouc life itself an art created by Allah. Do not you see everything in life is temporary, darkness of the night or the brighter day. even sunrise and so sunset is temporary. hey friends think meditatively over this temporary life which is prone to inevitable death.