i searched for me, but what i found was...
do i dare, stop and stare as life moves by, should i sigh should i dream that i am living or else do i live as though i am dreaming *** It has been long since I wrote a poem Thanks to From Whispers To Roars for the inspiration
though you do not understand i need to write though you do not reply i need to write though you do not read i still need to write and when all the words run out and all my dreams become real and all of time freezes into now what then shall become of this writer?
i do not write i imagine on paper i do not think my mind relates tales i do not dream my existence is maya i do not share i speak to myself you happen to overhear i do not write you do not read you see... you see only what you want to see i … Continue reading i do not write
i caused the thought of you and now you want to leave? i refuse to release you with no introduction you descended upon the doorstep of my imagination without an invitation you merged yourself into my memories you now believe you are real? if i wished it so, i could relinquish you in an instant... but … Continue reading the thought of you
During the first week of November 2016, I received as a gift* an opportunity to attend the Inner Engineering program by the Isha Foundation. Though I was (and am) an avid listener of Sadhguru's talks (many of you will be familiar with my poems inspired by Sadhguru), admittedly I went not expecting much. Curiosity and a chance to … Continue reading Clouds, a Collision
at the edge of nothing and beyond nothing i found even more nothing it is this nothing that holds the stars in their places the same nothing that is between each cell in my body that space where nothing exists where nothing is extinguished that space of uncreating creation that space of indestructibility the nothing … Continue reading Edge of Nothing
(something old, something new) She woke from the East, the cradle of ancient wisdom Caught a glimpse of new born stars along the way (something borrowed, something blue) Her gown radiant with the borrowed light Blue were the lovers, now where could they hide? *** This evening's full moon was exquisite in a clear sky, with a … Continue reading something old, something new
however much they shifted reality it always faced the north star for you can never transform truth and deception is transitory