When Sing The Stars
Art by Yavanika, from when she was a kid, she still is at heart

When Sing The Stars

I lay wondering under a warm early, starlit morning sky, about a word that had kept me thinking for days.

It might not have been the word as much as the feeling behind the word that, which as a volcanic eruption filled me with profound curiosity.

Do you know how I see curiosity?

Never with a pinch of salt, I see it with a mug full of salt or a jar, but that makes all my possibilities more applaud worthy. My curiosity leads to adventures; at least that’s what I like to believe when reflecting over an idea or my thoughts.

After all, it’s only once that we live and it definitely is this life that counts.

Now, coming to the word I slipped mentioning earlier, the word is ‘Miraki’.

A full view of  Yavanika's Miraki

I have more in common with ‘Miraki’ other than the fact that my name ‘Yavanika’ although a Sanskrit word, has its origin to the Greek language, just like this word.

Our common grounds lay beneath that fact that I love using this technique and Miraki loves me, so it lets me be remarkable.

Did you know that Miraki is Greek? Well, maybe you did or might be you didn’t.

 I'm an atrist, I am - Yavanika

I didn’t know the word till sometime back, but I always knew the feeling.

It’s that emotion which we feel when we leave a piece of ourself, our soul, our love into our creativity, so intensely that it magically becomes a Miraki.

My love for my 'words' built a kind of passion that breathes life and gave me the ability to create something which is indeed a reflection of Me. Isn't that brilliant?!

I know for certain that when we put our heart and lives to something that we love creating, that energy makes us infinite.

That's from when I was, lets say younger - Yavanika

Here’s another piece of my Miraki;

Yavanika’s word Miraki – The Dawn Of Bliss


Blazing through the wilderness,

Sheening past the molten ice;

In the golden nights that dive,

Pondering into flippant flights,

Awake, I ride on glistening lights,

Barbed notions, shattering ‘em, pure delight!

Clearing my haze of dull worldly fleet,

Winds of unsullied conscience meet,


I see me,

I am mine,

And the truth,

Beyond design.


To Love truly comes with a complete abandonment of our attachment towards that which we love. That's how 'Truth' becomes Freedom, which is Eternal and Infinite.

-Yavanika Kaushal

Sudhir V

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4y

The flow and flair I read here enlightens my heart with the glow and glare - Your heart is a penned glory.

Yavanika is unstoppable now...each and every word you wrote is beautiful and beautifully written..wonderful sketches too...you have soo soo many qualities that cannot be counted on fingers.   Keep doing good... Best wishes alwayzz..

Jatinder Singh ✨

Specialist | LTE/5G RAN R&D | Machine Learning | AI | Poet

4y

Yavanika Kaushal Fabulous article on the mesmerising word 'Miraki'! 👌Good research! And that sketch is almost a decade old! Amazing talent! You should try again in 2020 now! :) Lovely poem too! Keep writing! And thanks for the kind mention! 🙂🌈🙏

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