Thoughtlessness

It's time now...I've a lot of time...time to think and time to relax.

Time to say and time to reflect

When I'll be old, when I'll be close
To the state which we call as death
Bring the tears of  miseries of moments
I lived in vain,and in suffering and pain

Let alone be I who will choose the song
Where I'll dance and I hope, I will.

LoveS?

Can I dissect Love
Into names and pieces
Should I punch the lines
On the infinite feeling

A lover, a friend
Oh my son, and someone strange
All the same, it's a play of time
And of emotions, and of the little brain?

Let's rise, let's embrace
Not pieces, and in the total grace

Mercy!

It's tears again

Life slips like the tears do off the cheeks
When change slaps soft to wake me up
What can you control is what she asks
How long shall you dream is what she challenges

It's pain what I feel here in me
It's real, the tears which I shed here
It seems it's over, it feels nothing but sad
I want to face it, but I am too weak to be free

O Life! Have mercy on this tired soul
Show me in real the faces of this world
Not in steps, I beg, but at once and for all
Allow me to talk to you and move myself

I'll pray

Retracing...

I think of you when I talked to you
I pray to you. O! You're in trouble
I can't walk to you. I can't feel you
I want to help you. Can I is what I ask you
You're the Seed and you should find yours
I pray for myself to you; and I pray for you too

Long time after Love pushes me to Love
Let me Love you and let me Love you.



Trouble of the loving ones and my inability to overlook/comprehend or to contribute, question my ability and push me to the seemingly 'appropriate' way to the shrouded space of love - a divine period of time. It's been a long time

When the poise gets wings

My Father died or did I just open my eyes
From a calm top to a deadly sea
I wonder how I floated amidst lonely spree
I felt Him, I feel I did, yes, deep inside me
In essence if only, the dream was sweeter than the real cream
The forms called Truth sprints with me
As it plays with me, living through me
Questioning you, and you, and you and me

Lemme think...

My sister talked about 'Burying in one's own tomb of thoughts/worldview'....interesting....

Mr. Mooda talked about ....." Spirit & Spirituality" ....where spirit is 'wine' :)....interesting again....shall explore some other day


For now, O you people.......O you

Colour of your eye

Lonely I am again as I fail to look at myself
Wandering in thoughts of you and me
I fall again in the hide & seek of self & help

I want you is not what I feel I need
I need you is what I feel I don't want

My love I ask you again the same song
Can't we walk together, while walking alone

Oh my ....Oh my....

In the auro community....

G**

Is it important to know what is God
Is it allowed to feel who is Our Lord
Duality or Oneness, does it even matter?
When the Truth is for self, not to order or follow

The questions & words shall prevail till I breathe
Not in the known but in the selves the answer remains
Of all useless and waste questions, one hangs all the time
Who is God and what is It, O Dear, let's stop being genius
Let's explore, let's evolve. Let us play the game for all
With self, with fire; with the Love in its all forms

Saints and seers shined not to kill the One
Who resides in us, Who manages our flow
From dirt to divinity, Who takes us to home
Of unknown Reality but felt divinity

O dear Being....

Dear Roopali

May time touches your timeless thoughts, again and again


I HATE YOU

How dare you treat me like this
Pulling the baby in me on my lip
No matter how I try to be a man
I am pushed down on the mercy of your tip
Of love, of thought; of the care you shower
On the dry zones of my lonely self

O dear lady! Can I even tell you
What I earn from your lovely presence?
O sweet strength! You are not good
But an excellent sign of existence
Mother I've known, but now I've known you
Mould me for yourself, I beg, the way you want to

Blessed are those I believe who have known you
The path of Truth passes nothing but your own room
Oh Lovely! Wishes sweetest flow out from me
To the deserving that is you that is you
Allow me to kiss your hands so soft
And honour this world between you and me

Dear friend

Prasun. I am extremely happy for you. Muah!!! May you be what you should be


Shall we walk

Million streams pierced me in the closest embrace
Cladding me in the colors of pleasure & doubts
I asked myself, I questioned other selves
I ran still felt dry under the dark rain
Losing trust on time & Truth
I simply walked a lonely lane

The lightening challenged the dawn
When I was struck by the smile
And words of wisdom of her own
Pushing me to think and prepare
For the fight without bleeding zones


I can see the light in me
Of love, of faith; of my harmless hidden wings
And smudging the wasted wishes with strokes of tides
Washing the pain and serving life's delight
I've decided to walk but not alone

I am a believer but now I can see
The Light in the light of you and me
Oh my Love! Oh my self! it's just you in me
You've taken me too far into the sea
Where I may drown but with a complete Me

Only I wish to think to believe
In the wonders of Love in any loving spree

A walk on the Path

Thank you a lot is what I hear
Floating in heart, vibrating on lip
When I look at myself with no mirror
I know I've spread from a bud to tulip
In my thoughts, in my words
In my eyes and reaction to the worlds
Which I dwell in alone or with others
In an attempt to look at all as a whole

Not just one but many hold the share
Of the gifts I've or the smile I wear
Some are small while some have large
The part of me or the world of my own
Some are in minds, some just came in
And those who are like the fragments of my soul
Manifest the thanks into some wordly un-chore

I wonder if it's the walk on the Path
Which we all dream now or some day
To live for a reason, to walk without treason
Dissolving the color of Love on Self
A thanks grants me the legs; for the life's bigger Thanks

I love you all: the special souls in my life. I want to love you all and I pray I produce it so well.

A waste struggle?

Are we blind to the blood;as it drips from all
Coloring the shout that the struggle is on
In thought, in touch; in an effort to posses

There may be love but there's a fight for sure
We love the change which is the killer of the past
As we move to grow over, what we are now
In thought,in touch; in an endless stride to fight

Covered we our, in our own lies as innocence we choose
To live, to survive; to sing the songs of one's own choice
This world may not be then a gifted paradise
Where we live to enjoy, but then die living
In thought, in touch; in the reality of our own

The love prevails and so thus the war in all
And at times we fail to gift, the real meaning to life

A thought stop

Meaningless breaths knock my heart for a reason
To be the carrier of the life force
In and out of the dying frame
What is the use if I do not walk
On the garden of mysterious change
For some it's love, for some it's blood
Does it matter as it all seems red?

In the mere moment of my own
I try to see the world of all I've known
Have they lived the life they want?
Did they cry when someone's gone?
Is the mere journey; the sum of all
That is earned & burnt in this final pry?

My answer is here;and I wonder if it's free
In birds and in trees; in the people and in me
The sublime sound which we all tend to have
Which fades away but returns when we are prepared

I still wonder if I've my ears
Which I've lost in some games of you and me

Raksha Bandhan - a divine realization

My lovely sisters! Muah

When love exposed Itself

In the dawn of the mankind, some souls evolved
And from ignorance they constructed the era divine
Of thought, of love; of reason and of goal
To evolve till the breath is fresh
To strive till our smell's the best
Emotions played the trick in lovely His & Her

The world continued to survive; if on the beats of seers
Different were their figures, different were the colours
One strong, one weak; but all in the same street
Confused were all at the progeny of those
Who controlled the weak and slaughtered the sweet

As next to night, the light wetted the world
Bringing new joys & thorns among the roses of dawn
When relations blossomed from the unresolved strings
Soon making the death knot for the selfish strides of pleasure
A life evolved with a soul slashed in two
All wondered at a beauty but questioned it's who

And they came down to us as brothers-sisters together

Love defines the lines invisible to those
Who do not step into this world of our own
The softness may not be known to them
Large whose hearts are not amidst worldly roars

O dear Ladies! I am glad I've know you all
In pieces or whole, in smell or echoes of soul
Here I am now to say to all my lovely sissies
I hope I'll be there; when you need a slap or lovely kisses

A reply

The following is the comment posted to a poem 'The Outcast' written by Ms. Aishwarya Jain. I've never seen this girl, forget knowing. Still, airs have its rumours that she is on her way to fly. Best of luck to her.

Seventy souls in black and red; meditate in bedlam
Eyes no longer for the color:it’s all dark here
A flickering light appears as she walks;swirls
Heaven fires screams:it’s the lamp or the self
Join me is not in her bond.Ah!the search for the 72nd
All discuss her yet no sound;and she screams with her curves
‘I am the outcast’as she goes round n round
As if wrapping the billions on a single ground

Rose then the one-breasted-bearded Being among the crowd
As darkness declared the black unto beautiful white
The flickering stopped;and so does her moves
On ground were her toes as she touched the sky
Not with body, not with dreams;but a mere ego-dipped whimsical song

“I live the fouls of the foolish flames of a fool
As chained I am in my thoughts on the sweet little sphere
Which like all has to drop to earth; pushing others’ way clear
The touch is mine, the smell my rule
The sight is so sweet. Isn’t it the greatest boon?
Fixing my own reality on the seen and the fool
I choose to dwell in the worlds of my own”

In the white she seems to be the same
One among many ready to boil in the deadly stage
Being sprayed the hymn on her growling soul

“Different is your breath from the colored dead ball
Which you control and play without a steady goal
I cry to know yet tears do not flow
As you choose your path and it’s a sight for us all”

“Many worlds you’ve known in this world of your own
From pain to pleasure, from love to closure
Living the flesh for the sake of Flesh
Smiling & swirling for the accepted breath
No wonder you walk on the lonely roads
As you chose to mark the reality of your own
All have theirs, no doubt we have
We are not the same but a single pair
Who dwell in selves yet die in one
It’s the Truth, called a Reality by some
Which no one has tasted, no one has cooked
Something to be lived, something to be crooked”

“The colours are the same, the emotions are the same
The flowers have their smell, yet the taste is the same
The darkness prevails yet the sun sustains
The life of the divine, the smile of the saint
And to tell you now O Lady so strong
It’s a dream if you say here she doesn’t belong
‘You’re not an outcast’ is our only song”

Only if

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A person tends to channel the life of the significant other by restricting an equally important multiple dimensional living thereby, perhaps, denying the person his/her right to realise.

ONLY IF

As the lids fly apart to welcome the light
My eyes wonder to taste the Nature's delight
Wrapped in colourful yet confused emotions
I think of power & the games of 'importance'

My chains of exclusivity cries for her
Holding the evolution under my own whip
The nouveau taste of talks is her right
This denial of the presence is Truth's demise

To live in dimensions, which are accepted as whims
Is the right of you; and all the travellers of light
I stop you, I inspire you; what is the original path for you?
You've the answer and you've the blame
Of pain, pleasure, power & prayer; flying everywhere

If only I can allow you to fly; in the ocean of disturbed souls

O my selves! Happy Friendship Day. I LOVE YOU

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

A friend

Who will know what a friend is
If one's soul hasn't perished amidst worldly roars
Inspite of death, when the heart wishes to live
Such mysteries bulge with the love of Self & all

Body dies each moment to give us new life
Of hope, of trust; of Love in deep control
I grow, you grow when rest of the people die
My friend lets me know "Yes! You're very much alive"

No words can fill the sketch
No notes can tune the beauty
Which generates the divine energy
Among selves we call as friends

A friendless coffee

Noisy places soothens my bumps
The smile of the girl, the chats of the unknowns
I wonder like a tree sipping my coffee
How strange are these emotional swings

Carving out your faces in strangers
I get the nose, the eyes; the smile but not the Nile
Which wets my fears & quenches my fires
Which burn me in thoughts teaching me what we call desires

I miss you all though I feel free
With your wishes & dream in me
I decide to run on my chosen track
Not hate nor pain; but simply love alone

O Lord! give them the strength to live
And the lives they ought to choose
The light should be bright yet coloured
In this prison of life, let them taste the freedom


(After a long time and here in Jamshedpur for the first time, I had my Iced Eskimo (with 2 Vanilla scoops). Though I was alone, I imagined my lovely ones to be around. I missed them but I didn't cry :). Just asked for a pen and passed my thoughts to the tissue )

A soul's petition

A thought of yours burns my light
Of sanity, of smile; of tears wetting miles
O my love! Why are you so close to me
Not in sight, not in sound; just in the deepest soul
You call my name, I can listen to it
You need my hand, I know when you say no
I dream you, my emotions feel you
Should I hold you or just let you fly

I made this life with you, I dream our world in you

Shouldn't I just shout & embrace you
Shouldn't I just cry when I miss you
Why can't our buds blossom into lovely flowers
And spread the divine fragnance in our empty minds
Should I compose or not - the nouveau connection song again
In this game of love, and the search for another self

Division of Self

With a number of 'thoughts' which treat or percieve life and it's elements(desires), I am restless if such is a journey in the quest for the truth. The need for the right dress for self such that I can go out without fear and full faith is of the utmost importance as the 'desire' to 'fit' is in it's greatest manisfestation.

I am an actor. A performer in the fleshy stage
Different roles irk me, taking me from a devil to a sage
I breathe to live where living changes it's name
From right action to emotion, from self to servant
I swing in the waves of questions, each giving me child of its own
Can I nuture each one of them? I wish I'd known

I feel the time must be caught
Not by hand or foot but a persistent thought
Of growth of self, of the death of past
With senses at their best yet choosing a middle path

Everywhere are the answers, all are pushing us
To get lazy in our thoughts, and accepting dreams as ours
Should we wake up now is the desire unknown
Just walk and walk, And it shall be a morning of an unseen glow

Mother!

What when she would be lonely? She might think this way only when she has my realizations with her. Anywayz.....

Mother! When I become your voice

I love you my son; my heart, my soul
Strange is the strings of age in the midst of time's rage
Neither she lives, nor you are seen
When the heart cries to touch, kiss or pinch moments of love
Timeless era is dark to me; alas! just living is the way
I fear, you may forget me as I die to think dying alone
When Lord seems to be an alien and kids to be as if in space
Here, memories & desires fill the fears of an empty human soul
Life's cruelity pushed the time to gain speed
Taking my childhood in your childish screams
From a daughter to a wife, from a mother to a teacher
I served you all with a smile; but closed eyes
I see my breath fading away
And I wish for sometime; some words from my son
Or I guess, I should just rest. And pray, to the Lord of the Sun

Some more old thougts for my Old-Man

Once upon a time on Orkut, in the midst of lazy nights
New were my words and virgin was the burning community
I wrote smiles, I was treated with roasted mice
I tried to reconcile, yet racial games got just right
In reply to her stupidity, I wrote the following lines
Not for her, but for me and my darling grandfather

"I am sorry for you grandma....................it tuned some strings....I love my grandpa.This time during holidays ,for the first time I had spent so much time with him & was able to analyse him(his character... at the age of 85 he washes his own clothes,even when his cancer has been detected)..man of character...and I am scared that he might not live longer...and as I don't live with him ..I am scared that I might not be with him in his last moments.
So I tried to put myself into the following lines... "


I fly on the mat of your tales, when I can't walk
You hold me when I cry.I cry but you wet me when I am dry
The lessons were not learnt, rather were made eternal
The smile seemed to be lost, still your charm topped
The craze was countered, wisdom of white shone
The love flown and the care.The care was known
Scary is the thought.I failed.I failed to say goodbye
To hold your sand is what I want.I want you to hold on
Hold on till I be strong to go on.Stay there and don't move
Even if you do, I promise what you taught me will not move.

Actually, it did happen... he died when I was away.

Some old work -- STARS~~

Stars
Stars.Stars are the key of hole
Hole.Hole which is darker than the soul
No feeling of turning it,everthing seems so fake
Scared of the sound I am .The sound it would make
Dost be there when I shout.Its for us,the treasure.Y you?
ForWeak I am, and alone. Can sing, can dance but it's weak
Weak is the core

Break from Life

Silence - a response to unsure ears

Expressions sweeten my cup of relations
In sorrow, in fear & in love; in feelings for someone dear
My thoughts gets a face, their voice sounds in ears
On the regular track of this world,alas! the choice creeps in
Of those who can understand and of those who simply cares
The search may be of millions or the sight of an empty pillion
Then the silence may be the music, and the penned art be its beats
So no one gets irked, of course you & especially me
And all live in their world singing loudly what they call real.

Excavations

Just when I am about to leave IIT, I've found a piece of paper on the back of which are the following bursts of mine.

1)
In the ocean of beauty, all beauty burns alike
With different faith & different dress, they seem to look alike
What the child has on its face, what the saint on his brows
Life breeds life shouts it all, still we live like Gods in all
No worries, no question, no life at my own behest
It's a journey to live & feel like one never before

2)
I burn in dreams, desires kill me
I live in you; you touch me with your words
I trust you; you test me, you question me
I want to control but I loose me but not by me
Hold me, talk to me & walk with me
Give me a chance again, a time of this life again

Strange threads

Even when things are pretty black & white, I tend to live her time through thoughts & imaginations. The feeling is strange as it strengthens the concept of 'lost love of divinity'. If the lonliness of soul is for real, then the various 'wells of life' deserves respect in the name of the Absolute.

Your life through my spark

Imagination surmounts the real life winds
The past stabs the present in future spots
The sun burns the stars; the thought digs the love
Among the fight of real, unreal & Self; I die
Every moment, every smile & every known breath
I live there in my time, I spread here for your space
Hooked to the clueless bonds, I wonder the precious song
In loving melodies & meloncholy screams of lonely soul
The divine, perhaps, is at work; the devil may be in action
But Truth seems nearer; Oh! It exists in a different world

When I hear " Thank You"

She thanked me. I was hurt. The intimate smiles & the depth of trust were estranged with these two words. When the prof. started teaching......

Say it with no sound

The world of thanks holds many worlds
And floating thoughts & gestures among the Gods
A thanks kills my ego; it breeds crack in love
Sounds of humility burns trustful leaves
As the credit of love splits into loans of altruism
Thin line of identity marks the end of absolute

Alas! we accept the truth of our lonely relative world

Dep Valfi

I didn't feel like attending the department valedictory function as I found that I'd no emotions for the event. Furthermore, my mental state didn't permit me to stay there just to please my friends. They got annoyed and left me wondering why.


Am I blind?

Can I see if I am mad?
Is right what makes everyone bright?
Judge is me, the person is me
The lawyer is me & the punishment is me
Have I grown up for this kind of place
Did I learn which you call the worldly ways?
What can I do when the world is different for me
Where living has been abandoned in search of life
And the moment has been embraced among tears & smiles

Don't stop me and just let me wear
The masks you say I have if at all
Not proud I am to see you sad
As I did not intend such tyranny
It's my loss of prestige & attention
Which you give me in dose of love
Do I apologize is the question unknown
But the feeling's not a desire; that's for sure.

What if I could wish~!

I can feel a strange pain; a fear that she has chosen the tough path to evolve. The fear has it's origin from a sense of belonging; who & whom? I have no answer.


Love calls for words

In the world of I, the decision is yours
As the life is yours & yours are its seeds
Of pain & pleasure, of thorns & treasures
As they lie in the womb of unknown seconds

I see the blood, I feel the pain
As you run from now and call for the breath
Midst mist of cough and you thought some death
Alas! Thus, tired of the screams you set to shout

Darker is the life it seems to me
Don't live in it rather embrace the death

Strange it is, the bonds of love
Binding one end with the others' right to fly free
The judgment suspends you, my questions censure me
To feel it again, to think of you again

What can I do so doing may not be yours
May be it's your embrace that's the victory of bond
But you seem to fail, as we all do in many
As we keep them waiting, and leave them burning.

When the prof. teaches......

1)

Rules of the game engulf the scent
Of spirit, of reason, of dream, of sense
Clouds of wrath changes face in dawn
As they pour the unknown fears

Swinging in the yes & swirling in the no
I smile, I cry, I wet myself & I feel dry
Time kills my dream, I kill its essence
I wonder what it is, and I am bound in its state

2)

Dissatisfaction deludes dozen doves of divinity
Charming cheers chill the clumsy chores in me
Spreading sporting shells of surprises they share
Bringing bliss, beast and beauty blasts on my board

Oasis

Rose is finally engaged. I am happy for her. May she finds her way to the dimension which we all seek knowingly or unknowingly.


Endless was the ocean, 'wet' were all the dreams
As I sailed through the sea of life in this growing ship
No dear, no near just a dim light of Him
Now shows it's lustre in form of a new realm
Green in it's form, fresh in it's smell
It's an oasis midst lonely waters
The land may be hot, the winds may be cold
But I shall not stop as it's a step to move and learn
The life's lesson to grow forever now rings in me
The distant Home of me now feels close to me

Wish you a birthday - full of realizations :) !!!

A traveller

Can you tell me what is it :)?


Go to the light to crush the dark
As the darkness is here, nor where we belong
Lost like strangers we walk here, for days long like years
In search of us, in search of love
The mind, the heart where stops commenting
The day shall come soon. when we will stop lamenting