SWAH.....HA......!

The Girl Around The Corner.

2017-03-14T01:46:00.001+05:30

She was in the backyard,
In her ownself, heaped inside her sunshine,
The breeze always surrounded her,
I was there too, enclosed in my own womb,
And here we are still separated
By the corridors of time.
I would come,
And she would be gone...

What I want to know about me?

2016-04-17T15:56:00.000+05:30

I don't know.

Why do we need to know our self, or need people, or relationships, or want to be careful or be safe?
We experience fear; take care of the family; never want to apologize.

We want to trust. Deal with fakes, and find true love, nobility.

Imagine the emotions raging through us, within us, the entire range, depending on the premise our mind functions on, surviving with or without guilt through our actions.

Could one defend greed? Yes.

Could one base its philosophy on greed? Yes.

So on and so forth with all our emotions, which can be defended, philosophized and argued upon.

Feeling safe, to be trusted, to trust remain our basic urges.

How safe do you feel and with whom?

Who would you trust entirely?

I close my eyes to see what face hits my perception, whose name do I hear first?

Then what do I do?

I don't know.

Yoga.

2015-03-22T01:19:00.000+05:30

A possibility of letting go - the power of choosing - exists every millisecond.
The dream wakes up every morning.
The desire goes to sleep every night.

Sleep.

2015-02-21T01:54:00.002+05:30

Sleep now...the sky above you has let go of noise, din and light to help you rest.
So rest for the day that the sky promises to bring.

The Story Of A Nerve.

2014-12-19T00:28:00.000+05:30

I had a nerve,
The nerve activated
the self preservation
mechanism.

The nerve was destructive too,
Suicidal and crazy.

'Why me?' thinking to
the nerve, which knew
nothing of feelings, I tried asking.
I then stopped wanting to know.
Though, I had to keep trusting it,
the nerve was fatal and
I was on a theory.

I hid myself; it made me, or it did not.
I tried numbing the pain,
Either the nerve made everything a nothing, or everything that was there for me.
A complete me, or just a mess called me.

The nerve tried saving me, it did.

Out of A Mind.

2014-12-08T15:56:00.000+05:30

“Are you out of your mind?“
I was asked and I replied “yes I am, yes I am, and I thank God.“
I went on to add further “that the comforter of inner voice is no longer in control. The solutions flowing from within cease. The equations and solutions are all outside. The problems would either be solved or would
teach.“

What on earth am I talking about?
Necessity to know how stubborn I was to learn, how stubborn I was to keep sleeping.
The question thus are you out of your mind was a wake up call?
Obviously it's all about being a human, being out of - A Mind.

DREAM

2014-11-04T21:44:00.002+05:30

I am a hallucination and guess I would be around a few more years.
Deaf, are you deaf? You aren't sleeping, you are as awake as this night.
You there are too with me, you are clearer than me, but I confess I am a hallucination, and you, you though clearer than me, you do not acknowledge me.
You want to reason me, eat some sugar, thinking I am talking of low blood in your sugar. Okay, prove me I am wrong, go eat your sugar, it's not your fault.
I told you last time that even I have a home, and I did not self-invite me, you invited me, you told me I wasn't your past, I wasn't your shadow, you went about telling me how real I was and that you were in significant loses and you needed me for your visions.
I was actually kidnapped by you, and now when I tell you about me again, you threaten me with pills of placebos.
You would be fine in some years, I know you would be called a winner and enlightened when you walk out of my darkness, probably put up an act where you can lead others out of their darkness.
You want me to kill you to pieces
You want me to kill myself to pieces
You want me to make you insane,
You want me to go insane,
You want me to reveal myself,
You want me to make you real,
You want me to lie to you,
You want me to believe in caring,
You want me to understand sacrifice,
You want me to be miserable for nothing,
You want me to call you coward,
You want me to call myself a coward,
You want me to be a Buddha,
You want me to make you a Buddha,
YOU CLING TO ME,
I AM A HALLUCINATION
So deal with it.

How Can I?

2014-11-03T17:16:00.002+05:30

Can I protect myself with hate?

No.

Can I protect myself with violence?

No.

Can I protect myself with power?

No.

Can I protect myself with faith?

No.

Can I protect myself with love?

No.

Can I protect myself with knowledge?

No.

Can I protect myself with this "I"?

No.

As Strangers Do...

2013-06-21T01:20:00.001+05:30

She told me that we would meet again as strangers, although her shadows would never leave me and her tears would always stay in me and I would be thinking about her lonely nights. We would meet again, she was certain and that as only strangers.

My eyes remained empty, the throat was dry. Like some frame on the wall with dust on it, I looked at her walking away.

Her walk bought the memories frame by frame, with each step that she took away from me the time slowed down. I saw her so clearly - now, as if I hadn't seen her at all for some years now.

I once heard a morning song, a song of heart, songs that happy people sing, I was romancing her; in love with life and she with me.

I had to leave that evening back home, but her beautiful hair that was pinned back. She looked at me, smiled, an act that told me things would never remain the same. The heart had set itself to go on a journey and I wanted to paint that moment forever. Her eyes were ruthless, she was in love with herself and she wasn't at ease with her past. She was a mind reader and I realized I was one too.

In the sand there I wrote her a love letter, all my hopes held a promise and the sands would hide it from time.

Today the letter read itself to me as if the sands had kept the promise, each word killing me.

A life was traveling back and building a bridge to tell me that there was never ever a time that she came or she left. A face held itself and so did a voice, crossing a street and a flowing floral skirt flirting.

She said she would meet me again as strangers do.

2013-06-19T12:22:00.002+05:30

Stiti sunya hai aisa ehsaas hota hai,
Par koi toh isse bhi pechaan raha hai,
Apne aap se alag huun yeh yakeen hota hai,
Phir aapne aap ko dundhe ne mein,
Uss shunya ki stiti se alag hota hoon.

Phir nayee soch leti hai janam
Phir wohi soch hoti hai khatam

Chahatein unn soch mein aati hain nazar,
Unnke puure na hone ka phir lagta hai dar,
Issi dar se ladta hoon,
Aeey zindagi tujhe paane ki, tujhse
Ek hone ki keemat deta hoon.

Iss suniya ki stiti se issliye alag rehta hoon.

The Path

2013-06-19T12:11:00.002+05:30

The path remains unknown to all movements completed or incomplete,
Cause, I move from a past to all pasts.
That journey thus remains known and that
it can never tell me
of the path.'

Dream To Dream.

2013-06-04T00:27:00.002+05:30

Dream to dream,
there is a time travel machine in my mind.
There is energy available there,
this energy slows the time, or makes
it take quantum jumps.
In my waking state too,
this energy slows down my working time.

I want to do more or get more done,
this being then a process where
how a dream is made,
Dream by dream,
I sleep working in energy channels.
These are
movements within an electrical potential.

I stay awake in my dream - to
interact with the flow of time and the energy that radiates because of that.

All Alone.

2013-05-31T15:57:00.002+05:30

The breeze carried the ashes,
they were once thoughts
that wanted to give up and end it all.

The thought,
Of the who of who I am, cannot stand by itself,
look around...
there is a why round the corner.

A life waits there, in that intelligence of why all alone,
try that, change the contents of the breeze.

Anger.

2013-05-06T08:47:00.001+05:30

Not only I, you can see it too that you can work yourself out of your nights.
In abundance of moments, the value of each stroke adds up as I work these seconds of the night.
Anger is what keeps flames burning brightly and when it brings the past and future down the dawn breaks through.
Thus, it's the weapon called anger helps bring a morning that you always worked for.

2013-05-05T20:53:00.001+05:30

I lost it
To find it
A game that I indulged in

I lost it again
To find it again
Each day bought me that opportunity, and
I played it, it felt new every-time I indulged,
I liked it
I hated it
I felt it.

It had a story each time
That had to end
Before I slept every night.

I have had choices,
That helped me sleep,
I remembered mostly all my sleep.
Wanting what I wanted,
I was living them.

Voices thus spoke of,
Reflections of my mind,
The rhythm of its body, that
I am in the instinct of my desires, and
I have so much more to do.

2013-05-03T20:49:00.002+05:30

Surya Prakash:

The universe has found it's expression in us. An expression flagged by the memory of the part. A part, always seeped in fear. A fear the source of all uncertainty. Uncertainty that changes the texture if my existence. Existence that duplicates itself till the forces subside.

What I will propagate is not me, but a faint echo of self. Like an eruption of that which cannot be contained for long.

All we have is this moment, all we need us the ability to let ho if the moment went by. Then we shall invoke the gods of this body.

Let the purity is want to touch be a reflection into this vessel, a reflection of what is.

I will then mould my castle and out reach my limitations. Arms spread wide everywhere I look.

Yes, life is good.

Raj Shahani:

I give expression to this universe and call it a universe. This expression is flagged in evolution of me.

I have to understand my capacity to feel fear and my capacity to love. If fear and love remain uncertain in me then my texture never expresses this universe.

What I propagate is, is me alone in my entirety. I am the eruption that which cannot be contained at all.

We have this moment to choose, this moment as it is, is a fact that change is constant. The change that remains constant is how I define my god.

I see no limitations thus as I have had no beginning and no end.

Life IS. Love IS.

TA.

2013-04-25T01:27:00.001+05:30

And you too
And you too
.
.
And you too,
What a pleasure.

A Surprise There.

2013-04-25T00:40:00.004+05:30

A leaf enters a diary, when,
It has the sting
To last a life time.

YES.

2013-04-24T23:18:00.001+05:30

A simple YES to the now, a YES to happening, that one/first YES is contagious. This one YES grows to burst into limitless possibility.

Dumb Fuck.

2013-04-24T06:19:00.000+05:30

Truth never comes in opposites, never in marginalization or in fractions. There are changes that keep happening, it remains constant, there are changes hence that are forced or resisted by my desires and my expressions.

As time clicks I keep developing the tangible to interact with the changes that I experience and my desire to maintain a certain way of living. It is time that makes me observe a cyclic and efficient process that exposes my potential to create or be a parasite. Although time exposes through information about non-existence of death and destruction, and because they don't exist, it makes humans want it ever so more and keep thinking of it as a tool to integrate with the existence of universe itself, by comprehending and contemplating destruction.

I understand and am sure that death and destruction does not exist and hence that makes the theory of after-life and reincarnation in its entire permutations and combinations a dumb fuck's theory.

Work To Do.

2013-04-22T01:22:00.002+05:30

In the woods I was stopped, there was a job to be completed, people to meet, to fall in love again which I know would come as a question, I had to talk, to cope with endings that are a reminder to me who is always alive, the woods of course would give me one more chance to let me measure love, to move love into light.

The Neurotic.

2013-04-20T07:30:00.003+05:30

I had a dream last night, rather had a feeling last night. I was there and it was all I got. It was a school and there were people, ordinary people, talking about food they eat, should eat and how it is that fat comes about at places that doesn’t show in the mirror. There was a movie hall down the corridor. May be it represented an escape door, I don’t know, it was there. I saw a file. I saw me in that file. There it was, for a quick read.
It was a script, with limited role. The best part in the script was about ice creams, the happy part, the rest was about others.
I want to make movies. I want to buy then tickets to my movies. Sit there in dark, watching them and asking me, what do I think.

In The Still Of The Night.

2013-04-18T00:40:00.001+05:30

A sky searched,
A circle chased,
A rain came in concealment,
An object called philosophy
Thus required a study.

Chip by chip stones flew,
A night died to become a day,
Execution was thus worshiped,
It could rid boredom to action some.

I dug the earth each hour
To change my shape
A heaven in force waited there
For me to dig, a servant here,
A master there, me.

Lazy bones once and
In me they creaked too,
I then began to
Love the nights and I
Let them burn in my face,
Never obedient. I slept the
Whole day,
Sin hence was some devil,
And I rolled in it too.

'Kill, kill the night,'
The child shouted in all its
Dreams,
'Once and for all take that jump,
So what if it's still the night,
Sing more,' I called out to it,
'For you are required by so many
More.'

Hunger then became the god,
Which the food could never
Put an end to,
A jump would, a thought could,
I took a position and claimed the
Great in the greatness in that
I were born, that
All were born.

The Wrong Guy.

2013-04-06T01:59:00.000+05:30

You do everything that THEY want you to do...... and you still remain the wrong guy.

Freedom To Be.

2013-04-05T21:18:00.001+05:30

She was what she was,
And there was anger
On her and on me too
In bondage to an action.

If I could see this,
Would I be free?
The anger was the object,
Keeping my freedom away.

The past had to be wiped out,
She would still remain she,
Hence to know
What nurtured the anger was
More important than
Doing away the past.

It had all come down
To estimates I had of me,
It was fear actually
That prevented the
Freedom to be.