Untempled

Artists practicing any form of art are, to me, the truest followers of God — the Creator. Because one thing we know for certain is that everything we see, touch, feel, or hear was created by someone or something. And human beings being capable of creating something of their own — music, paintings, poetry, dance, stories — feels like the purest form of worship. At least, that is what I choose to believe.

And what feels strange to me is that in India — a country filled with the worship of gods, goddesses, temples, rituals, music, dance, sculptures, and spirituality — art and artists are still often disrespected. The same people who question an artist’s worth will later listen to music to heal themselves, pray before handmade idols, celebrate through dance, wear handcrafted culture, and emotionally survive because of art.

That contradiction is astonishing.

Art is one of the only things that truly connects human beings to themselves. To their inner world. To their god. The process of creating art is introspection itself. And maybe that is why art has always been controlled, diluted, or looked down upon by powerful systems — because self-aware people are difficult to control.

That is also why most artists are rebellious. Not because they hate society, but because they understand and feel things at a depth most people never allow themselves to reach.

As per my belief, there is only one true god — frequency. Everything exists on vibration. Every sound, every emotion, every atom, every living being. Whether you call it energy, frequency, resonance, or string theory, existence itself feels musical in nature.

And when you become internally aligned with that vibration, you stop searching for god outside yourself. You realize the connection was always within you.

You are the angel.
You are the creator.
You are the god you were searching for.


BEFORE LIFE

सा ही रब है,
रे है दाता।

गा से सब है,
म से माता।

BIRTH

प को प्यारा,
ध का धागा।

नि क्या जाने,
सा का साझा।

AFTERLIFE 


Untempled :

The person who walked out of the unspoken agreement — the one that says God is out there, God is above you, God must be approached through the right building, the right priest, the right ritual, the right language, the right caste, the right hour, the right offering — not in anger, not in atheism, but in a deeper kind of faith, one that no institution can contain or validate. The agreement that says you are a seeker. Always a seeker. Never the source.