Dream sequence~

Ego wants to know the unknown.

1. In his room
Television is on with the voices of directions to do here now. Some hypnotically voice. The person is lying on the bed and listening it unconsciously. He tried to wake up to follow that voice but the slumber was too heavy on him that he couldn't come out of his sleep and fall to the ground in attempt to be on his feet. This broke his sleep and still found himself on the bed. The head was heavy and he was bewildered with what just happened as it seems to be more real then reality itself.

2. In the office
In a meeting around a round table.
He is watching himself against the conversation and the discussions. Sitting in midst of them, he was profoundly into himself as all other happenstance going in some background.
Suddenly his superior in office asked him,
" So, How will we compensate our partners and staffs?
Coming out of himself, he stared into other eyes for moments.
S: Hey, I am asking to you!
B: The interest of loss has fallen out of the economy, and I don't think is any other way to prevent this model from collapsing.

3. On road with rush
He is walking back to his place, with all the rush and noise of the city. But he couldn't feel and hear it, and walking by itself, as drugged on something. Silently he reached his home. He went to his room and sat silently with himself. He had his food and went to bed.

4. In his room
He could see the bright light coming from the window. It makes different patterns over the roof. And he slept watching it and next morning he went to office, worked, came back home. And this went on. He earned well, did good for himself, got married, raised his children well. Been a loveable husband, father and the person.

5. In his room
He is now very much old and with serene and content life, lying on his death bed. He had accomplished most of it and had satisfied life. And as he died, with its shock he come out of his dream. And found self sweating on the bed, with the bright light making patterns on the roof and the ticking of clock.

To Be!


What is to be?When it is the truth, of Me.

The music of existence resonating in my cell,

Sometimes heard and sometimes missed,

Living as being lived,

Or destined to live up to death,

Thought is life, & relative is true too,

As air kisses the forehead & light guides me through,

Water of love satiates & earth’s womb to grow,

Energy is life, & relative is true too,

As body is tool of mind & relative is true too,

What to negate! As everything seems to be true,

This is life which you meant to be You!

SUNLIGHT WINGS

SUNLIGHT WINGS

OCTOBER ‘15

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“Oh Sun! You and your charm,
Thee remained still and let the things grow,
Make the Moon shone and never let us know,
Every bit posses dark side but never think thou,
Pray for long life oh you mindless soul;
Golden rays with brisk overrun,
Filling colours in this black and white heaven,
You might be oblivious painter,oh you begotten Sun,
Air is thy brush, Oh thee God’s Son;
As you set low, rise to another hemisphere,
Still with your reminisce essence in the atmosphere,
All sentient beings to home as you disappear,
See thou in the morning, Ho! Life’s sphere.”

Blazing Sun of day rolled over the edges of mountains peaks with emblazoned sky, as ascends along the mid air the energy flows into the directions of life and beauty of its presence.

A distant view of silhouettes of peaks with quest to know and feel the presence of them always flavoured the mind with grandeur of it as unknowingly moved inches near to its stillness. A traveled road of past and the trodden paths of peaks, could satisfy the being with the thoughts of undreamt dream.

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In evening dusk of isolated peaks and laden meadows under shade of fiery stars, zig-zagged to the place of shelter. With each step towards the apogee, the fragrance of  cold waves of mountains accrued,along the exhibition of peaks up to the vision of disappearance.

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People with similar stories to be shared with the warmth and regards of the hills which outwardly cold but inwardly flowing with intense passion of compassion.

“How easy to befool oneself with loud words”.

The night prolongs with each exhaled breathe which vanish into the moment like waves ebbing away into infinite, and the whole stillness of earth could be measured just by living into the moment. A wondrous sky full of treasure beholding myriads of existence sprawled around itself, with slightest movement of earth transforming darkness into light, as the pinnacle of Moonlight called us from the midnight.

An echo of separateness from oneself rebounding again and again as climbed to the apex of Chandrasila, with every bit of freezing air blowing through body and soul, as waited for the energy to flow which united both of us for someday long.

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“A seen is seer, as vision is clear, near to them, the feeling is real.”

The caw of crows with chirps of altitude sparrows, and unfurled flag reminds to be on top, as the sunlit peaks with shadow overrun by distant valleys, and the one on one pebbles put onto together.

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Subliming rocks of ice-crisp summits as mystic’s words of silence inscribed over scriptures. A history of existence could only be imagined but cannot be experienced, as solitary flame of self tries not to extinguish in midst of quest of its isolation.

Tungnath, devotion and divinity, with its all reasons to be, as sacredness lies in oneself, and certainly every bit of movement transmits energy as every place comprises its own energy. The rituals followed, with its significance of blessings, with its unexplored meanings and beliefs, as denial could hurt energies around, or one’s thought of being against the mighty.

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“Everything is in time when living through it, as timeless space exist when just looking at it.”

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Several hamlets passed in the search of one’s destination, as journey elucidates not the arrival.A Sound of stillness with instinct sporadicly conversing with oneself and others. A temple of Sari and its ease fulness offers tranquility, with calf around grazing constantly up to soul. And the trek of Deoria Tal, mirroring Chaukhamba peaks altruistically, with its emptiness.

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An open sky with glitterings around, and the motionless air carrying infinity with voices in head, as real temporary senses arising and falling into its vast expanse of every-thingness(if could say so), Its beauty, stillness, vastness, friendliness, togetherness and also nothingness.

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A Walk to unsaid parallel division of existence, and the occurrence of life in its totality, with its blissful vibes and serenity. An onus of freedom to be what is is to be, to care of moments of reality!

Faith & Beliefs

“Left over things on the desk and rushed to home for packing up for the tour, took blessings and money and shambled down to near station.

Got last seat and the known personality who talked a lot, he slept on lap as suffered motion sickness, and after few hours, I talked to the another guy who might understand the attics of mind but not the basics. As darkness sprawled over city we crossed the bridge and stood with rolling thoughts aside the stream which rushed for the end.
“Another home to be called, another energy to be shared and another roof to be stared”.
Human nature is to forget things when not needed.
Rode on the air to get what required most by the need of time, and wait to be called someone who loved once in a while.
Mismatched thoughts fumed through the dark night and new morning stood for exploring other dimension of self with open arms. Held hands tighter and marched along with past identity to cross dreams of other reality.
Within the shell of respectability started the journey, & over truth and lies spoke to everyone else. An unfurled flag created the chance to intervene each other, & old familiar smiles and gestures of strangers creating new impressions of fleeting experience.
Living cities and villages left behind, & before midnight all were in the bosom of valley of death, unaware of the emotions and feelings buried yesteryear beneath ground.
“Rather than god man is above man, ego is above altruism, and mind is above heart”.
With the rising sun crossed the river of life and death, and begin trampling for the mountains of Kedar loaded with paraphernalia. The sound of gushing stream whispers the story of holocaust & desolate ruined homes whimper for their beloved ones.
“Hunger doesn’t understand differences of flavours and taste”!
Things created, invaded and then devastated; that’s what happened with the Ram BadaA hamlet of none & just the past remains over present exile by nature.
A snow covered mountain stood with dignity and played with palette of the setting sun, offering winter line over the horizon and shades of stars. The Kedar peak, only in-situ witness of catastrophe other than victims couldn’t share its empathy of melancholy. Silence of mountains dialects through air to the core of beating heart, which grew louder with elevation.

  

What this trip meant to all?

We climbed up and down over dimensions of perseverance of valley. A gathering under open sky with proletarians and an ascetic who tend to follows austerities and couldn’t perceive the light hearted ability, as easily irritated by gestures of immature entertainment. Some were desired to enjoy and some were desired to be a part of celebration. Those moments of being out of shell allows to breathe the air heavily which otherwise missed or unrecognised.

 

Who are we?

The Projections of thoughts which keeps on changing.It’s not possible to be same for all, and if it is then detachment is the only way. Attachments differentiate the feelings.


“Carrying the baggage of ambitions over the shoulders to recreate the harmony between human and nature, as nature doesn’t have any moral obligations towards humans“.
“They who experienced the isolation of mountains could better comprehend the noise of silence. The mystic valley with its mythological importance fighting for its survival & some few who concern for it rendering their strength to revive its prominence once again from scrap to substantial.”

 

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One home but different lives,

Lonely together just breathless voice,

Days empty and nights silent voids,

Still air when storm about to rise;

Now and then they tittle tattle,

Life on run with working cackle,

Trust is another word for doubt

In this simple like living cattle;

Smirk when other fall on its face,

Let their hands to lift with moral disgrace,

Pretense other better then themselves they,

Who am I rather than preface!

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Why..!

The unwanted child grew up without any warning,
Every dream he seek lost in the dark humor of ménage,
Clouds of thoughts sunk down into the hollow sea,
Still vision reflects the edge of unfold wings;

Died in serenity & lived in chaos, closed hearts never saw the aching souls,
Inequity grows in silent rifts, fumbled upon when stood on its own feet;

One in oneness missed the whole of wholeness,
Each false truth rose over skin & bones,
Night is long as time prisoned, memories rust with fading smiles,
Respect has to be shown, otherwise you are misfit…!

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Carousel Choice…

Sorting out my million thoughts,
As I track down shimmering dots.

As been through distorted paths,
Observed nature & aftermath.

Realized the importance of flora & fauna,
Spend my life between them – I really wanna.

Different faces but sweet smiles,
Can live like this for a while.

Crossed woods & jumped hills,
Being far away from you really kills.

Thatched roofs & broken huts,
They live life with deeper cuts.

Heal their wounds & heal their sorrows,
Just like rabbits safe in burrows.

And finally reached home – Home once again,
Where I am called by the sweetest name!!!

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Hearts are empty & eyes are filled,
When I think of time played in the fields,
With plenty of wounds but pain nilled.
Cried out in the open & a smile within,
With all brothers & sisters in the same quilt,
Hearing ghost stories that made us shrill.
Dancing in the rains & trekking the hills,
Climbing the trees & the falls that almost killed,
Fevers at night & the care that healed,
With loved ones around & the pets we feed.
But, now hearts are empty & the eyes are filled.

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Existentialism..!

Dance in the love of universe,
Past & future meets at present,
Heart belongs to me & mind to the human;
I search about the pulse & rove around the nerves,
Stop air for the moment just to give myself a new birth,
Long I wait to live or sooner will die
Manifest the truth & unfetteredly i try;
See you now, later say good bye,
Lo, i am the every breath, know thy with each sigh.

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