For the Love of the Sun

Have you ever woke up at night listening to the moon? Have you ever heard its secret whisper, its soulful recitation of the mystery of the night…..? At midnight, when the sky is in deep slumber, have you ever seen the moon coming down and kissing the river? I have seen all those living up my youth....I believed the world to be real there….soaked with reserved tranquility and grandiose amusement….I have lived those nights where the the moon goes wild and naked, embracing the river, hours and hours, till the night is lost in their oneness....The river seems so fresh the next morning….The sun, unaware of the history of the night, offers boundless love to the moon….The moon enjoyed its reticence, engaged itself in showing its affection for the river...The love is never gonna end....

   

Battered my boyhood in the hands of the sun, the wicked sun…burnt my body in the heat of its vision…I am emaciated, I lost my pride….My wild wings fell down while I was searching for my existence…In my sky, I saw the silent exodus of the stars as the sun starts intruding my space….I shunned the sun protecting my outer 'I'…. Shinning moon seemed to be my path of  salvation, never betrayed me for its pleasure. I often used to gaze at the starry nights, built my dreams high enough to kiss the sky….It was the moon who came to me and consoled me, promising to stay with me till the eternity of this world...Deep inside my wavering mind, a voice echoed, seeming to challenge my instincts, alerting my actions, instilling a feeling in me that somewhere something is not going right…

Singing in a lazy summer morning, I find my voice crying for my dream. I scream to see my existence muffled under my maturity….I totter in the blow of the projection I am harvesting as my reality….Butterflies show me the rainbow of my childhood…I feel that freshness for a while and I suspend momentarily in the warmth of the innocence hovering over my projection….I seem to recover from my conundrum but flummoxed to see my intuition deceiving my wisdom…..I am left with the crippled vision camouflaged in my happiness….In my eyes I meet the suppression of my inner ‘I’ by my firmly held passion, strangled by the desire to expand my outer ‘I’  .….Remember the days of my freedom where my innocence was compromised with my wisdom. I gave my trust to you and desired to see the world through your eyes... You took my eyes in return and sold them to the saints…They were not the saints, they were the monsters…The monsters writing the poems of my destiny….

Here comes the raindrop of my desire…Every day and night I was waiting for it…From the sky of my life, wilderness of my childhood dropping, taking me to a bright psychedelia…..The raindrop is the same, but I am different….The child’s mind is the home to all freedom, all seclusion and all unison...Now the very freedom is diluted, questioned and tinkered in the touch of the newer voices growing inside me....There was a time when I used to climb to the rainbows and colored my curious mind, comfortably suspending in the space holding all of us together.....the child is still fresh inside me but is enclosed by my name.....Fresh winds restore my age to my original voice...I feel the raw power of a synchronized undulation....I tend to swim in the harmony, but a voice roars inside me, shaking my conscience, restoring my voice to my present turmoil...

The moon is darker these days with a cryptic smile on its face, seldom visits the river...The river gets lonelier day by day. The sun is losing its vibe in as the time propels its ship ahead and the sullen sunset is the gesture of the agony of the departing sun….Mayhem of darkness covers the horizon as the sun sinks in to the sea. The stars fell down soon and the night hands over the doom of the day to the custody of the grueling sky...The languid soul counts each moment, waiting for the end of everything, anticipating the lost sun to appear in the horizon to resurrect the fragmented dreams......  

The moon is the illusion of the youth

The sun is the reality of  your childhood

The river is your perception and projection

You embrace the moon and swell in its splendor

You forsake the sun for the seclusion it has to offer 

The sun gives you light burning from within

The moon takes the light and claims it to be its own

While you ponder over your youthful sky to drop your desires

You fall in that burning hole where the moon decides your attire

Bonhomie

I create my pain to give you happiness
As you long to be happy to have your space
My pain is beautifully designed for you

To meet your expectations and your desire

You feel free to stay in equilibrium
With the idiotic heads and the chaotic minds
Keep the same colors to paint on them
Suspend in their hollow feelings
Because that defines your future and your need

There is a cartoon growing inside you
You name it as your sweet innocent child
There is a monster hovering over your personality
You define it as your self-respect guard

I create my happiness to give you pain
Because you peep into my happiness and get nothing
My happiness is beautifully designed for you
To meet my smiles and your sufferings

Sometimes I become you and sometimes you become me....

You Know the Inside

Happiness is a momentary high, Sadness is a momentary down, People prefer to stay in the 'up'….

Trying to climb to the peak…Falling down, injured, keep trying again…. .What if you stay down, going down and down again….

Turn this vertical plane…..Now you wanna go high……..You live in a pseudo world……Pseudo reality……..

Is it?? this is real…???

Hey you…..Come down with me….Clouds bursting and Ground cracking….Hot ash all around…..The earth is moving back, The sky is coming down…..

Hey You, hear my voice, I have come here all around to say you all these….

Let’s excavate together, hard and hard, very hard…….

Here we are at the down, Now see beyond…….Observe, feel this view, take a deep breath…….

What do you see??? You are now back to the top…….

The sky has gone up…….Earth kept moving in its way…..

Hey you, what do you say??? What do you think????

Behind The Darkness

The night did not appear that day in the way it was welcomed. The sun was still hanging in the clouds consoling the weeping sky. The rays hid in the melancholic shelter of the forest where the carnival was abandoned forever commemorating the warrior souls. I too was lost in the playful strategy of the darkness. I dug deeper into the emptiness I got, but screamed high in the darkness remembering the lonely sun, its helpless cry. That evening I got a heartful of pain that put me in a tearful trance and I shivered with a speechless outcry finding my past back from oblivion.

I set the bonfire to burn my haunting pain. The moon filled night grew brighter as I advanced to exhale my pain. And then suddenly the shining stars started falling on the ground creating a glittering lake, seemed I have entered into the Elysian island. I felt swimming in it,floating, suspending, relaxing to merge in the eternal bliss it spread.  The mysterious clouds gave me a look while flying past the moon, and it was in a moment they came down covering my body, giving a coldness which grew intense at the lulling whip of the wind and I was ushered to a suspending calmness that I have been seeking long since the time I have known this life. Suddenly the fire blew out, clouds went up and the stars disappeared. I saw the moon smiling at the horizon. 

 

It’s a bright sunny day after the mysterious night. The morning sun shaded the sky with an effervescence of desires. The awful clouds are still wandering in the sky imitating the last night’s shenanigans. While the moon escaped safely, the birds lost the direction following it. They could not come back. And then the burnt wings started falling from the sky like a fire rain which plummeted into a deep abyss in the mountain perplexing the horizon. Embarking on the path of a lonely warrior the sun vowed to the sky to sacrifice its age for the rescue of the moon. The clouds came to halt suddenly and the sky turned green.

I am a watchful soul wandering from place to place, I have seen the moon in a varying level of happiness. In the silent nights when you are asleep, I have seen the moon coming down surreptitiously, slipping from the sacred lap of the mountains, kissing the rivers deep, showing the infinite love it has been personifying to the world.  I fly high with the moon to see the earth engrossed in silence and the clouds embracing the wind forgetting the daylong clashes. And now when it has gone far away from me, I have lost a part of me that has made me float in a celestial void that is shrinking quicker and quicker to squeeze me into a massless entity.

The sun is set. I can feel the change in the atmosphere, it is haunting. Soon it will be dark. After sometime the moon will appear. That vow, that solitary nights, the lost birds, the painful screams . Bring back the moon, bring back the birds…..

Camouflaged Reality

Nothingness…….!!

A sea of Nothingness….!!

Absolutely Nothing…

Nothing or is there something???

Something is Nothing….

I was born with Nothing and that was Something…

Nothingness engulfed me putting me at the brink of darkness

Nothingness liberates me offering me a selfless happiness....

Enlarged horizon, sufficient enough to accommodate my nomadic thoughts. I was hanging in a suspended state of animation. Questions befuddled me since the time came into existence. Answers hovering over me, showing the distortion of the reality.

Directionless are the rays flickering in the horizon, embellishing the sky with a whimsical effervescence. Drifting clouds relinquishing the satire to assemble, creating a sphere in the sky to take me inside. I am feeling a bohemian rhapsody… …Hey you, can you see the sky coming down, hold on to see yet another one.

Diffused colors, shimmering horizon…Appearance of a glittering portrait down pouring a euphoria....Some rhythmic notes falling on my head creating hysteria…

A gust of wind whispered to my ears, narrating the way of the invisible nexus in the game…Nothing can be heard else…Sounds of some distant reverberation ending in a mysterious murmuring. I shifted my vision to the snowline, the rays are showering iridescence…. All I wish is to get an ecstatic bath there ….I am running hard to merge in the show…mysterious rocks basking with ease, being the silent observer of me!!! Nothingness no longer became Nothingness…

No…It’s so far….!! I won’t reach…I need to go back to the point, I just left back.. Hey you, can you see me coming to you…!! Wait there, I have to hear your words ….

Where is the portrait?? Where is the sphere coming down?? The sun is crawling down the mountain and the dark clouds are falling from the sky…The empty sky staring at me as the last embarks of the fire…A sudden pulse created a storm in my veins…I tried to subjugate the wave but found my instincts collapsed in the emptiness .

Desires got abandoned. Shattered were some puzzling obscurity. In midst of the outpouring vehemence, emergence of some unseen simplicity. I went on to the sequestered realty, merged and found nothingness again. Before everything flustered me, another sphere appeared in the sky……!! Nothingness became a Relative Nothingness ….