Biography
I’m a voracious reader with diverse literary interests, constantly immersing myself in stories, ideas, and philosophies that expand my perspective. Reading not only fuels my curiosity but also stirs my imagination and emotions. I find deep joy in translating these inner experiences into words—whether through reflective prose or evocative poetry. Writing is my way of weaving thoughts, feelings, and imagery into a tapestry that resonates with meaning, beauty, and authenticity.
To Whom The Raging and Uproarious Ocean Bows and Kneels in Surrender and Devotion
Can the ocean of roiling and boisterous waves, looming like a beast to unleash catastrophe, halt its wrath at the whisper of a prayer ? Can the trembling voice of a mortal still the tumultuous tides of devastation? Or does it take the thunderous word of God Himself, robed in sovereignty, to command the chaos into calm and tranquillity? To whose words will the ocean bend and bow in obeisance? To whose decree shall it hush its fury and trade devastation for silence, ferocity for peace? Will it heed the cry of a child on the shore, or only the voice of the One who hung the stars upon the night? Like Hanuman, who bowed in perfect love to Rama’s sacred will To whom will the raging ocean bow? To whom will it become servant, sentinel, and guardian of serenity? Is it the powerless man whose heart, though fragile, burns with faith? Or the omnipotent Lord, whose voice carries the command of the cosmos itself? The enlightenment dawns— That the ocean obeys not weakness, but clarity. Not fear, but Dharma. Not volume, but veracity. It bows not to noise, but to the one Whose will is one with the Eternal. It is not the strength of the voice, but the source and the force behind the voice that compels the sea to still. When a mortal prays with a heart united in surrender and righteousness, he becomes no longer merely human— he channels the Divine. And when the Divine speaks, even the storm listens. Even the turbulent ocean stops. Even catastrophe kneels. When your work becomes a prayer, and your prayer becomes your strength, the “ocean” will part. Not always on your time—but always in divine time. If the human is aligned with truth, with unwavering faith and divine purpose, the ocean will listen, for God speaks through him. But if the heart is wavering, if the prayer is hollow, then even the mightiest cry is drowned in the sea’s indifference. The ocean, like all forces of the universe, is not tamed by fear or desperation. It is tamed by righteous command, by divine authority, and by the purity of a heart that echoes Heaven.
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