The Aftereffect

My eyes toil for vision
Through the haze that fogs my land
I see you caught in the realms of carpented boundaries,
but stay a spectator…
Because that’s where you belong,
and want to belong, I guess
There's nothing that will ever bring you back
I confront something that fed on me
I lift myself to newer heights... and face the deepest sea!

Ceremony of the Soul

The silence here renders an unruffled harmony
and paves the way to the ceremony…
A ceremony of years…
where I celebrate a ritual that spans your existence!
It marks the eternal journey I am blessed with
and the ecstasy and pain of sojourns
This is a ceremony of incinerated vices…
where the lashing waves and the crooning wind
in a spell binding convention, bind in spells

To err is human

He stares at my land, delighted and evoked. It is almost a reincarnation to all that was ever innocent and pure... repulsed of corruption. He is jealous of the creation that he could never craft. After all, God is human too.

Paradise lost and found

It seems like centuries since I last visited paradise. Everything seems to be the same though... except me. I have contained and survived a thunderstorm… a havoc that was meant for the terrain is now a vital contamination in my veins. I look like a transformed protrusion of loose ends, seeking an end to the beginning.
I am in paradise and there’s nothing that can wreck me now!

Whirlwind

The swirling wind
drops, at a height so deep!
Going asunder, the thunder
On the heap of wasted air

Tranquility

Tranquility seeps in
In a pacific disposition perhaps
Perhaps convoluted images straighten
Straighten beyond comprehending confines
Confined albeit, on the stretch of repose...

Fatalism and hope

I met fate yesterday, wrapped in warm winter, holding on to everything else but hope. He smiled at me with tearful eyes, and cracked humour soaked in sand. I could not look into his eyes… for the fear of a past reflection. But I held his hand to feel the racing pulse and find comfort in some bit of togetherness. He carried a whirlwind of sentiments within and I felt heavier than the sea.

I wondered… why does the sadist eats his pie in misery of others? An inevitable evil, I believe, is much better than suffering innocence. Illusions only lead to deeper trouble.
I will let fate take his course and pick up droplets along the way. I know evolution will begin, when spring stays longer in the wilderness.

Pulled...

I found a reason to be happy again. Happiness hugs me like a perpetual expression. 

I have a timeless spirit, free like the wind, playful like the waves. It is a belief that aspires to live the life of truth. 

I have shed all the baggage, dissociated ugly detractors and before I could have stepped away…

You pulled me back.

You always seem to know the trick to transport me. I have walked into unreal worlds with you, crossed milestones across the real.

You give me wings, yet hold me down with you… today I look at the sky and think, why did I ever learn to fly!

Reflections of the dweller

I haven’t been born here. But this has been my home since ages now. There are no walls, no concrete here. Yet no oblique thoughts pervade the empty spaces.

I do not have default relationships here to draw strength from. I am only connected to the breathing land and pulsing waves… the ones I have mothered and brought to life. And they give me force enough to keep alive.

There are colours of abstraction that drape the landscape here, and the same sun that shines across the polarized worlds. I see reflections in the wet sand that keep me grounded and gleefully insane.

I am myself and the others… the others who are visitors to my territory. They emerge out of me and together we laugh, cry, explore, play, fight, love, and follow no protocols.

And here I live in blissful abandon.