The Escapist

The escapist wonders in the land of mountains

Sheds a few memories and make bridges with the updates

Treks over the rocks, struggles and exhausts

Slips over, gets breathless and feels lost

Its soul floats on the river surface

and every truth reappears from the vase

Gorging like a baby for the warmth it prays

Astounded by the fall it disappears in search of new ways

The escapist wonders in the land of the mountains

To be someone new it replaces the memories with the updates..

 

 

RAAHEIN..

Raahein..inki bhi alag hi daastan hai..

kahan se janmi, kahan ko hai jaatin

ye khud mein bekhabar par..raahi, raahii ko uske mukaam tak le hi jaatin…

Raahein kuch kehti nhi bus sunti hai

Raahi ki raah takte takte aahein bharti hai

Zindagi toh yun hi ek badhti, badalti, sambhlti, muskurati khamoshi si raah hai..

Na jaane kiske kadamo ne inse kuch kha hai

Aur na jaane kitno ne inhe samjha hai

Par ye muskuraati khamoshi si raah anginat lamhon ko yaadon mein samet..ek nayi dastaan banati hai..

Maano jaise jannat ka darakht prakashit hua ho khin se…

Maano jaise jannat ka darakht prakashit hua ho khin se…

 

The SUN

I have seen the sun, the sun melting amidst the clouds, the clouds waving with the wind.

I have witnessed the wind washing the sea, the sea playing with the coast.

I have been on the coast nurturing memories, the memories bringing smile.

I have felt the smile crossing the tears, the tears rolling down on the face.

I have observed faces humming the songs, the songs quietly telling their hidden stories.

I have heard the stories of beauty and pain, the pain igniting the light within.

I have speculated the light growing brighter than the night, the night welcoming the sun rise.

I have become the sun, the sun melting amidst the clouds…

The Magical Cave

“With a bunch of friends I joined one of the martial art camps, which were organised on a monthly basis, under the guidance of the renowned Shaolin warier monk. This time it was held on one of the islands of Maldives. The mythological story of the island goes with the rumours of a magical cave where the Goddess resides.

Fortunately, our guide informed that it is not just a rumour, instead the cave is truly magical and legendary in its own ways. We accepted our present opportunity and decided to visit that cave. The cave was considered to be a holy place, and is opened with the help of a Mantra. Entering into it, we found the blessed stone through which the Goddess arrives, and takes away the spirit of that human who devotes its soul to the Goddess.

Hearing this story changed something in me. Something I was unaware of. But since we came back from the cave, I had an unusual feeling about myself. While preparing ourselves for getting started with the training part, I just wanted to flow in the moment and be with just my self. I closed my eyes, with motion i meditated and it took a form of dance which I lived as of those moments.

After I opened my eyes, I saw one of my friends in tears. She had the realisation of her deepest truth, from which she was escaping so far. And this was a hint for me, this was time to be the eye witness of that power which is bigger than all. I mentioned to my another friend to inform my family members and my partner about how much I love them and left.

I walked back into that magical cave & this time it opened without any Mantra. As if, I was supposed to be there in that moment.

I entered the cave, walked through and found the stone of Goddess. While closing my eyes I wished to be taken away, I prayed with all my devotion to leave my body and just be the spirit in my truest form. The stone of Goddess shined bright and brighter, I was witnessing the power I have never met before. And with steps I walked in to that light….I walked into that light…. “

Dark Days and Bright Nights.

Dark days and bright nights,

Wrenched you but didn’t surprise.

What you hold came with a price,

Not to lose the sight was your choice.

 

Landing on the ground to guide,

It made you surpass to ignite.

The realm of visions were unidentified,

Where spirits and shadows remain unclassified.

 

From the virtues and vice to the inseparable demise,

Born and alive are few to state wise.

Dark days and bright nights,

Will help you to cross wild tides.

 

 

 

When fog clears..

Life has stuck,

With its own sets of musts.

Is it a phase or am i,

Pushing me in search of why.

Focus is narrow and vision wide,

I want to live in peace if the world doesn’t mind.

This world seems strange now,

Where i don’t want to bow.

Walking down this lone street,

Where being self is not a mistreat.

Urging for the rise,

Carrying pateince quite nice.

Mesmerised by the beauty of mind,

Motivates me to follow the light.

Running through a tunnel for sight,

I skipped my breath and opened my eyes.๐Ÿ˜ฎ

Was it a dream or the truth?๐Ÿ˜ž

How would i know, in fog i am but i don’t ruth.๐Ÿ˜

This awakening has marked me deep,

Through fog i see light reaching in me.

Wuhuu..๐Ÿ™Œ so Sun is waiting for me,

Turns universe is listening to all my plea.

Having faith i am hanging in here,

Wishing that the closure is near.

In the mean time i am preparing to say cheers๐Ÿป,

Which you will hear when fog clears! ๐Ÿ˜‰