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

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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