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Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Lovingly letting go

We love some people but not all of them reciprocate the feeling. It would not be fair if we start convincing them of our worth or devise ways to manipulate them in our favor. May be time has not come yet that our worth be revealed. Or may be those very people could not love you back the way you do; may be the loving capacity is limited and conditional. Or yet may be those people do not deserve you and as such it is time to move on and be with them who value you for what you are.

Opening the channels of my heart, having no clue,
I feel and flow my love to you;
Profound and sweet, I promise it is,
With depths unknowable, ineffable the emotion is.
Not wounded to see it coming back;
Neither I wait for it; just filling up the lack.
Only if you could peel off the layers of doubt,
In the peripheral you’d see the goblets, you always sought.
Filled with divine love and beauty, they wait to be lifted.
Just one look and a touch, and thy soul will be shifted.
All the norms and thoughts beheld once before in life,
Be far ‘nd away, vanished along with fears ‘nd doubts which were rife.
If not yet – perhaps not ever – if not yet – perhaps not ever!
And you shall recall what I’d say, when I am begone out of your sight.
Carrying my worth; dignified conduct; I shall bid adieu in a way right.
If not yet – perhaps not ever – if not yet – perhaps not ever!!!
Loving the self and the other should be equal; if it isn't in balance, it’s time you do some more, love more... If it still isn't equal, it should be given wings and let go...

Saturday, January 11, 2014

The Passage of Time

Time has changed much; it is no more majestic, at least to the eyes of the souls who live today.  Ancient sands do not rule anymore. But trapped and buried in the memories of mind, locked in the sacred portals of heart. Walking in the well maintained avenues, it reminds me of the days spent in the countries far away, where in every dark, shaded nook there existed the spelled entrances. The entrances were the doorways to some other world. Accidentally the chosen one would slip in or just be sucked into the aperture and transported into a strange new world. Every fall was assigned to lead to one task which shaped the entire destiny of the one pulled into it.
Destiny! It was unique in extraordinary ways which would demand courage, wisdom, patience and morality. Today the path of life is lost in the illusions of so many distractions that thrive on the face of earth. Truth was a power then, and it is still now; only if humans recognize its worth. Courage was the gem, no more regarded now; wisdom was the crown, lost in the realms of times; patience, a bracelet worn on wrists, but does not seem to exist now; and morality, an asset to swear by, but now turned into immorality. The worlds are divided now by the fine threads of vibrations; it’s always been about energy.
Never anything else...
Elves, salamanders, mermaids, sylphs and other elementals of nature were usual sight. Dragons were the carriers, lightening as the sword. Wars would take place amid the horrors of fire, air, water and earth. The times were truly magical, not to mention miracles were the thing of daily phenomenon. Those were the times before when the worlds were demarcated and after when nature hid her true self. What’s left now is mirror covered with layers of dust and thick sheets of illusions.

Wednesday, December 26, 2012

All I am living for...


All I am living for is you
Show me the worth I am breathing for
The air is stale, I can't breathe
The glass is opaque, I can't see
Show me the worth I am breathing for
All I am living for is you

All I am dying for is you
Lead me to the passage I want to be through
The land is bleeding, I am slipping
The terrain is rough, I can't walk
Lead me to the passage I want to be through
All I am dying for is you

All I am longing for is you
Walk me to the arena I am searching for
The place is teeming, I can't pack in
The ground is swarming, I can't step in
Walk me to the arena I am searching for
All I am longing for is you

All I am waiting for is you
Bring me the stoup I want to consume
The temple is deafening, I can't hear
The chants are bewildering, I can't grasp
Bring me the stoup I want to consume
All I am waiting for is you

The earth is bleeding, I can't heal
The planet is swirling, I can't control
'tis happening everywhere, I can see
Rusted blood stinks, I can't breathe
Rivers are flowing, I can't bathe
Water is blood, there are the tears
Souls are diving, I can't swim
Riverbed is missing, I can't direct

Spirits cry out, I can hear
No lullaby, I can sing
My throat is clenched, my voice is jabbed
Strings are broken, I can't rhyme

All I am living for is you
All I am dying for is you
All I am longing for is you
All I am waiting for is you
All I am living for is you
All I am living for is you

O' mother earth it's you
O' Gaia 'tis you
Show me the worth I am breathing for
Lead me to the passage I want to be through
Walk me to the arena I am searching for
Bring me the stoup I want to consume
Bring me the peace, bring me the love
Bring me the holy cup of heaven
O' mother earth it's you
O' Gaia 'tis you
All I am living for is you
All I am dying for is you

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Healing With Elementals



Heal O' heal, O' life you heal
Wounds left by time, errors committed by lives

O' air, I fly to you, 'nd bring the Ariel along
You come, O' Sylph, beautiful of all beings
'nd the cherubs inflating the bright wings
Fan away the anger; blow out the hurt
From the sore, which feeds the fire burning in shore

I hearld you O' Gnome, rotund of all fiends
Come O' Dwarfs, Goblins 'nd Elves
Pygmies please come out of bogs
Sprinkle the mineral, splatter the salt
Crystallize the sore fanned by air

I plunge in water 'nd signal the Undines
Resting on base donning sea colored garbs
I come on surface, 'nd Mermaids are borne
Water down the burn that simmers at periphery
Condense the pain that suspends like slurry

I see for fiery, but tiny balls of fire
I summon, O' Salamander across heat, fire 'nd flame
Cantankerous you beast balling across the sun
Hibernate the ties, swish out the residue
Wipe out the rot, transform the beast

Erupting energy from points 'nd meridians
Elementals heal 'nd work just as Shamans
Sylphs, Gnomes, Undines and Salamanders
They all heal 'nd revamp with no blunders

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Powerful Vulnerability



They say, I’m mad;
I say, that makes me glad!
They say, I may seem not normal;
I say, that’s what makes me adorable!

Some say, you hold not value;
I say, that’s true, I’m invaluable in lieu!
A lot say, I make them crazy;
I say, you’ve already been mazy!

Some say, I’m not true but just plainly fake;
I say, that’s what you mirror in me, a calm lake!
They say, I’m a big emotional;
I say, may be that’s just notional!

A lot say, I’m way too vulnerable;
I say, well! ‘tis just a part of me, variable!
Some say, I’m a creature too selfish;
I say, yeah! I’m also beyond hellish!

They say, being vulnerable I’m weak;
I say, I’d rather, a sheath way ward bleak!

A grace lies in bending, a grace so meek;
It’s as to say, a python slouching to meet,
Once the earth so as to erupt in full storm;
A cauldron in human world that follows no norm.

Akin to grace, holds meek, the vulnerability,
Which humans say, holds no capability!
Adams naive, yet unawares of latent slash,
With no voice, it calls for an inner bubbling mishmash!

Being vulnerable, an asset, ‘tis so profound;
Irascible it be, so is pacified; ‘nd vanquishable, turns the mound,
 O’ fiends. Ah! Feeble; ‘tis naught brittle, nor nonchalance.
Yay, powerful vulnerability, ‘tis the real Benevolence!!!

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Loving the Pain!


The world is not black and white;
‘tis the quintessential wavering shades of gray.
This unbearable pain is not wrong or right;
‘tis my maker’s only redeeming way.
Though I say- unacceptable; but ‘tis inevitable;
When I confront, my maker tells- ‘tis just more affable.
Agree I, Accept I, surrender I and drink the tears;
Swallow the pain, shot at me by my dears.
So easy to comprehend; so simple to misunderstand;
So painful to be misunderstood; so rueful for the one to mend.
It takes the mind and just the senses to see the weak;
It takes the heart and beyond the senses to see worth of the meek.
Pain is beautiful, but painful; maker says- ‘tis fickle too.
Happiness is marvellous, but scandalous; I complain- ‘tis transitory;
I rue to maker- Why then its wings fly it off leaving no clue?
He confides- it doesn’t, it juxt goes to carry pain to cemetery!!!

Friday, October 5, 2012

De-tour


Rugged as the path is, determined I am to walk on it.
Tried ‘nd tested, the methods are there. Pewit!
Ain’t I trying them ever? Nay! Naught! They wear;
So long ‘tis been unlike ‘tis you I revere!
As many times my doubt in you has appeared;
That many times has invigorated my faith in you.
There at times turned it out quite to be hopeless;
Those very times has twinkled the hope coming from...no cue!
Holloa! Oh flier, never hath I seen ripeness in such younger years;
Ah! May it be, it stay in thy soul until the stained cloud clears.
Route whtaya be, I stand for acceptance for reverence is there;
I’m holding on route flowing thy rhythm, ‘nd so ‘tis the feet to be cast on mere.
What I dread the most is the subtlest is the shred. May it not be; rugged my terrain, smooth thy cast;
Trot me, thou walk ‘nd unblinking my eyes as meadowlark for to watch you De-Tour at the last...