Chasing the dream

In the mad rush for goals,

the source of inspiration behind it(goals) was lost,

I got sensuality, I got money, I got power, 

but the soul was lost

it started of with a beautiful symphony,

but I lost tune with it in the rush to express it,

and all that came out later was cacophony
the chase for dream, this mad workohism, has now become a therapy,
the endless news, the endless talking like parrot, the repeated patterns to produce to list a few,
are to numb down, forget about the pain inflicted by loosing the touch with source of inspiration.

we are here to experience the journey,

not the goal, cause there is no goal,

the weave of time has erased great beings of past,

and will do so with you too.

So you decide, if you want to rush ?

get people's opinion in head? compare?

or be touched by experience of the rhythm and then express it with your whole being,

freezing the space and time ?

If your dreams are to be on top,

a part of you will always be unfulfilled, not at ease,

because there are millions of dreams,

that you want to crush for yours,

no matter how beautiful you think your dream is,

but if your dream is not in numbers but beyond,

than the magic of life will touch you,

Failure and Success may seem magnified in the moment,

but will seem meaningless in long run,

all you will cherish in your last breath,

would be the fullness of your being.

Timeless story

In the world enslaved by sanity,
I will always be insane,
trying to live my dream,
of being a magical storyteller,

My biggest doubts are ,
that I might never be a storyteller,
It might remain in the pages of fantasy,
But my doubts won't make me one of you,
my doubts won't make me one of the mechanical speeches,
with no heart and soul,
I would love to fail a thousand times,
I am fine with the humiliation if it comes,
If I become sane and quantity hungry because of humiliation,
I will lose the respect in my eyes, which is worse than the humiliation,
Producing quantity was not me, and will never be me,

I would like to have a single magical story that connects,
a story, that puts right mix of sanity and insanity,
a story that moves the listener from within,
I would cherish it dearly,
rather than  having thousand successes,
but without heart and soul,
but without the touch of insanity,

I don't care of numbers,
but of that which is beyond it,
I just use the numbers and cold logic,
to weave crazier and wilder stories,
for in a very brief life,
goals and targets,
success and failiure, will come and go
but its that magical weave of insanity,
woven by the threads of sanity,
that makes the story timeless

Incompleteness

In the womb of incompleteness,
cooks up the clutches of slavery,
the desperation, the anxiety,
the impatience, the rigidity,
all an outcome of this incompleteness,

Why do we feel incomplete?
A hole which seems to keep drawing
more and more, and never filled,
Is it a perpetual state for a human to be ?

Humans can be complete by themselves,
the madness and silence are both within,
it is just that we are conditioned to think its outside,
The cyclical patterns of past, allows us not to think beyond,


Unless we are touched by the silent madness of yoga,
Unless we are touched by the completeness of being,
this life may start seeming like a never-ending puzzle,
The awareness of this state if maintained within,
The cycles will start dropping,
and the freedom of emotions and energy
will leave you soaked in an absolutely balanced crazy state,
that is beyond comprehension in words.

Comfort

Taking risks, becoming vulnurable,
for what you feel worthwhile,
may seem filled with ups and downs,
a lot of rush it may seem,

but the jobs that pay us shitload,
on the compromise of forsaking our dreams,
may make us feel satisfied and joyous in the begining,
but with years, the boredom scratches away the surface,
and we become one of the sheeps,
we start thinking that this is the only way out,
utterly incapable of thinking of other ways,
they make us a 10 years project,


Loosing purpose and exuberance in life,
may seem easy money, settled life at first glance,
but if your eyes penitrate and see through the effect it has,
you will not waste your time in there much, (depends on a lot of other factors),

But if you take the risks, follow your calling,
it may put you through a roller coaster ride,
life may become tougher,
but still it is worth living,


I might be just justifying my choices after all,
it is you who gotta think through the risks and benefits,

But whether you take risks or you go with the flow,
dig deeper inside in silence,
cause there are more mysteries hidden within than outside,
everything will be washed away in the floods of time and space,
all that will stay is silt of silence.

Boundless

In the silk of  moonlight,

did I weave many dreams,

like the gentle hands,

in the frothy stream

the twinkle in the eyes,

pointing to the stars,

with each wave of breeze,

taking my breath away,

I gently nurtured the madness in me,

I found a little peek into boundlessness,

by the endless orgasms in the midnight dark,

but in the mornings, my eyes used to open wide in betrayal,

not believing, that the magic of night has ended.

but despite betrayal, the peek-a-boo into boundlessness,

drugging me to its charm, 

Util I meditated, and the orgasm seemed puny in front of it,

in front of breathless ecstasy not slowing down with time,

I became so sensitive, that even the touch of feather,

felt like thousand orgasms,

the morning still opening with that glow so bright,

It is not gods, stopping us from getting boundless,

It is we, who search for it in endless boxes,

while it lies in the sky above,

It is we who search for that peek-a-boo,

in the enchanting faces, the blood and the meatballs,,

latching tight the boundless with the ripples of the bounded,

these ripples which take you there(maybe) and pull you down,

But only if we can search this boundless in the boundless(beyond the ripples),

will we find the boundless which is boundless, beyond time and space,

which doesn't betray you, 

When the yearning for boundless,

searches intensely beyond the ripples,

In the soundless music of chaos,

will the walls of boundaries crackup,
like each breath on the roof,  in the 3 am sky,

to become shambles in some time,

and alas, the thirst will be quenched

the ripples will stay, but will not bind,
you can still dabble in the beauty and aghast of ripples,

but without betrayals, because there is no need as well :)

because the boundless is felt beyond ripples

and so, you are truely free.

Living with uncertainity

The logical mind rebels,

at the illogical beauty in life,

as systems of the sequence are broken,

but are stronger than ever before,

The ripples in the breath,

the shivering of skin,

the butterflies in the stomach,

the warmth of being in someone's arms,

the sane calculations of life,

falling away in abysmal,

into the vast insanity unspeakable,

playing out under the shadows of uncertainty,

this beautiful magic of life,

is not for faint hearted,

it is for one, who can,

accept the uncertainty of life,

who doesn't expect of the other,

who has guts to leave a few pages,

of life unplanned and open-ended,

who admires and accepts,

the rising and the falling of tides,

with equal graciousness,

who can empty himself/herself,

to reflect the different colors of life,

to reflect the chaos and order of life,

who can stitch the logical and illogical,

into a beautiful weave of life.

The Worlds

With large chandeliers,
and silky velvet
the worlds we create,
we fear losing deep down,
the familar smiles,
the city chimes, the rustling cars,
the honking, the gossip,
the loose jokes, familiar smell,
 the daily routine, friendly walks,
the parents, the lovers,
We created a world inside our hearts,
a world which seems larger to us than the world we live in,

We cover up the truth with tape of our worlds,
and don't let it go, fearing the unknown feeling,
of living without worlds within,

the more we supress this world within,
the more stronger it bocomes .
the more we allow it to function,
the stronger it becomes to leave it,
but we love extremes and leaving it and overstep,

but the only and only way to crumble this world,
is by true understanding not at the level of thought, but feelings
that nothing, no matter how cruel or beautiful the situation looks,
it fades away, everthing that is something, fades.
only the winds of nature roar strongly,

Nothing is perfectly bad or perfectly good in world,
Sensitivity is boon and a curse,
so is being like a dry tree, boon and a curse,
emotions are boon and curse,
so is intellect, energy,physique,

the trick is to,
hold it when required,
to get swept by it (if situation requires involvement) but knowing its place,
knowing its true nature.
The power a situation or a person holds,
is because you give him that special place,
well take it away, because no matter how special,
a quality a person or a situation may look in good or bad way,
it's never absolute, its never perfect,
this doesn't mean it is nothing!
It is something of importance,
but you need to know its place,
and everything is puny in front of gods of intense roar and silence,
but you can cover the feeling of being in touch with truth,
by denigrating, playing forbidden fruit game, amplifying, or simply hiding away from things,
but when your inner worlds start crumbling by the realization of truth,
than instead of feeling colorless, lifeless, a new world of clarity emerges,
a new kind of freedom, of clarity

the intensity stays or rather grows, the ability stays,
just the leeching and latching to one peculiar situation,feeling,thought,
loosens up, to mirror the reality of things, just as they are, not pushed up highest, or pushed up lowest, but just as they are.
because absolutes are myth, the only absolutes are zero and infinity,
formless and infinite form,
undefined, 
that which can not be categorized.