When roads are running
but my legs have stopped.
When concrete stands tall
but my torso is to fall,
When the birds are flying
but my eyes are closed.
When the wind is whispering.
but my mouth has shut.
When the trees are bellowing
but my mind has been silenced.
I am the silent water deep in ocean,
confused by whacky waves on the top.
I Forgive Myself
for not being brave
I Forgive Myself
for not talking straight
I Forgive Myself
for not letting you know
I Forgive Myself
the pain I was going through
I Forgive Myself
for being overly possessive of you
I Forgive Myself
for not letting you go
I Forgive Myself
for the fear of losing you
I Forgive Myself
for you being my emotional choose.
I Forgive Myself
for looking at you in my need.
I Forgive Myself
for planting in you seductive seed.
But I can never forget the time we spent and the moments we created on this life journey called marriage.
- aarushi
Hiding in my house.
Growing like a weed.
Like an alien plant from some planet
which grew without a seed.
Deserted all the streets.
Vacuumed our masterminds.
The invisible alien hiding
no torch no light can find.
Locked in my room
I miss my human talks.
This state of quarantine
has taken away my leisure walks.
Looking at the ceiling
House arrest has made me think.
This world needs a reset button
or the end is at its brink,
Listening to my heartbeats
Is the cosmos connecting us all?
Ego, pride, nationality
rotten links get to fall.
The time to think deeper.
The time to ponder the past.
Series of mistakes, unfulfilled commitments.
Nothing ever lasts.
Looking through the open windows
Winds whispered in my ears.
Believe in the power
Someone wants you to overcome your fears.
I opened the door and took off my mask.
devoured the wind like hungry for ages
Felt freedom of 100 birds
The contentment of scrupulous sages.
Aarushi
Here comes 'They'
Now we all must pray.
The tiny entities have united
the divided developed humans.
The cosmos connection
can be felt, can be seen.
No matter how we look.
No matter where we are from.
The dire need to drop all the differences.
'Believe in his power' is a new norm.
They look tiny but they are so strong.
My power, my looks everything goes wrong.
One cold dark night
I looked at the sky.
I drove to meet him so distant so far.
He was so shy and tried to hide.
But I wasn't giving up
And I stayed up the whole night
Half past 12 when long green tentacles
shined and picked me up
and cradled me the whole night.
Seeking security and perfection in all
Sending good vibes to whoever falls
Submerging in the feeling of being whole and complete
Surrender to the situation so no one can beat.
Are we automated? Are we true?
How will we handle if interruption brews?
We kill the moments by controlling our inside.
Setting ourselves for failure, besides.
Surprises might come in different sizes and shapes,
Spellbound, you might be, seeing problems in heroes' capes
Suffocated by events not under your control.
Saddened deeply, it's time to explore
A broken heart is where the light passes through
with a rumbling stomach, real awakening stews
vengeance in veins rediscovers the real YOU
Over the years, how much you grew.
Don't mend the broken heart; let the stomach rumble
wait until and unless everything falls and crumbles.
Then comes the time to walk the spiritual road.
You are awakened and not in auto mode.
The art of staying dry in the middle of a rain
swamped in dirt and not touched by stain
when things fall apart, or they come together
There comes a point when nothing really matters.
Healing comes only if you make enough rooms
one room for grief, and another to bloom
One made for misery, another for tremendous joy
Don't take it seriously, as life is a playful decoy.
He who loves money
will get it soon.
He who loves fame
will be recognized in the room
He who loves lust
will get the partners of his desire.
He who loves peace
will have to extinguish the envious fire
YES! We get what we want
Is the universe conspiring?
It's no one but us
The energy that works.
We are cosmos at work.
conscious choices will make you diligent or a jerk.
One early morning, I was walking down the street.
I heard some stray dogs barking, next house to mine, the garage opening, and a car parking.
two women striding in their shoes, and a loud mouth on loose.
I heard the hurry of boys getting late to school.
I could smell samosas and the sounds of drool.
Rushing, speeding, panicking cars giving heart strokes to the street.
Around the corner, I heard bid farewells and a few greets.
All these noises filled every nook and cranny in me.
I desperately wanted to set myself free.
Then I heard some more, someone close, was trying so hard
My body was whispering
My emotions were murmuring.
With loud footsteps, I could hear my heart walking inside my mind.
The thoughts were on tape and someone pressed rewind.
Chatter patter! does it matter? I told myself.
So much live drama outside.
An old movie running inside.
I took a pause and focussed on the noise.
Now listened to the listening
brought back my poise.
The dogs, the car, two women, the boys, samosas, garage, my body, my thoughts, my emotions
everything was just vanishing.
Neither the subject, nor the object. nothing was left.
Only pure listening was to be cared.
