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The lost wait

Beyond the nightfall 
Before the dawn, 
There's is a world of dreams 
In which I meet you. 
Crossing the threshold of reality 
Embracing the lucid, fluidity,
I feel you,holding me from 
Breaking apart.  

Waking up to the world, not ours,  
I yearn for that moment of love. 
Having not found it I turn onto 
The light and wait for it to pass. 
You, had  left. Perhaps I was
Late.You didn't wait and I,
Never stopped waiting.
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Soul Love

 

"Love? What is that? nothing
but a figment of my imagination"
Lingering, longing, lasting love
Simmering and steaming with passion.
Upon the first glimpse
One is blinded with the glare of desire.
Looking closely, it is a shield of metal.
What the world sees as an epitome,
Is as hollow as inside of a tomb."

The mind knows to differentiate
it cannot love anyone without 
loving itself. "Who ever I love, 
said he, must reciprocate."

But the gracious soul,
the innocent one with a feeble voice,
chuckled at the ignorance of the mind.
" You poor thing, you, she said,
don't you see? are you blind?,
you can only love yourself,
when you are selfless.
The universe is within us and 
we are within the universe.
Love is that state of being 
which transcends and
does not coerce."





 



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Giving up

Slowly, Steadily,it creeps
Eating me up from within
Be oblivious I say to self
But my self doesn't pay heed.
Giving up slowly I realise,
it is a slow poison, working
cunningly maliciously in me.

I have to combat, I say
running helter-skelter,
finding my refuge in 
spirits, herb and smoke, 
my antidotes.

Now, my body harbours two beings
One, closer to that supernatural
and damaged by thoughts. Other,
plunged in thoughts far from Above
supported by fellow free spirits.

Behind all those smiles, leaps
fooleries, cackles, 
lies a pool of tears.
Pat on the back to self, each day
for the commendable show put up.

Now, its time. "Enough!", 
said the softer voice.
time to break open and 
stand up against the enemies.
Time for the one to crush
the other being from within. 

But somewhere the softer being 
knows that it ain't so easy
and with that thought, it
crumbles, giving it all up.


  

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Reminiscing experiences

I know not anymore what I spoke
Albeit I know what I felt.
Memory is becoming a pariah to the mind
It is your touch that reminds me
of who I am and what want to be.
The early morning vulnerabilities,
emotional and physical
remind me of the time we had,
of the your breath,soothing me
back to bed.
And then, anxiety creeps,
Will the azure of the sea 
and sky ever be one?
Distance is the horizon,
you, the limitless sky and
I, the never-ending sea.