Fulfillment

In clandestine castle,
I decorated my guilty pleasures,
I fired with the blasts of my likes
and cried with attacks of my dislikes,
such a happening palace, with colors so bright,
All my wishful thinking coming alive,
but the palace started seeming hollow,
as the comfort started itching me,
the satiating success became curse,
the palace I decorated became my golden prison,
It was like a dead beautiful lady,
a lifeless grandeur,

until one day, I realized that,
the true magic of palace can only be touched,
by the one who is truly homeless,

So I broke the shackles,
of my likes and dislikes,
to become no body,
just doing my work,

people take up family,
they lose some freedom,
but stitch a few lives around

 but when people take up world,
they lose themselves,
aches and nakharas loose their charm,
in front of integrity unmatched,
they just focus on what they have taken up,
and build it brick by brick, as they lose themselves more,
they become part of everything.

the hollow yet colorful palace will always,
spoonfeed you with the soup  of individuality,
but you have to be aware of the larger family you have took up,
and surrender all small, all big, all silly, all important,
surrender this little being not because I wrote it,
rather its because, this is the way to highest fulfilment,
to become nothing and hence claim everything,
But till you are not ready,
you can continue playing with your little toys,
no harm in it, but you will cage yourself too :)
the ferris wheel in all its glory is always right next to you :)

Needless and Sleepless

In the girth of meditativeness,
I touch a place, soo strange,
where all noises in head settle,
and I hear this quite soo loud.
Almost like in a movie,
where loud screams and sequence of fast forward,
is followed by unusual silence,
Such difficult is it,
to express the quality of silence,
which is beyond words,
silence beyond words,beyond thoughts,
fearless silence penetrating much deeper.
melting and metamorphizing being,
making us experience life beyond,
race,rush,rising and falling,
needless and yet fully awake,
aliveness felt like I am getting younger,
uncaged of few cyclical patterns of mind for moment,
needless and sleepless at same time,
intense without being tense,
all oxymorons coming together,
the basic premise of comparing two things,
is having opinions, prejudices,
liking or disliking something,
having different colors of emotions,emotions,prejudice,
sticking to different thing,
all seems to settle down,
beaten down into silk of clarity,
seemed like big needful break,
from neverending drama,
both beautiful and ugly,
on multiple levels,
without me even realising that there is a way,
to observe it, not just logically,
but by yardstick of experience,
and clarity beyond my nasty cocooning drive,
seem to creep into for few moments.
and still, a lot yet to be clear,
but bewildered by these moments