Remember times outside ?
At night ?
Twinkling stars and moonlight just fine
I held you close to my life
and thought " this is it ".

Just in case you need to know
I know sometimes I'm slow...
If you don't know by the way I hold you
My hearts has been yours this whole time.
Eveytime I think I've lost my way
In the vast realm of thought , Where wishes start.
I feel the joy as if it's now come to be ,
For the heart that believes sees what eyes can't see.
I fall in love with you a little bit more.
Little bit ,little bit , more than before .

Even on the days I'm not sure
I fall in love with you a little bit more
I fall in love with you a little bit more .

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Remember times outside?
At night?
The stars so bright
We lay out beneath the moon
And thought "this is it"

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Caught in never - ending game
Seems like the world's still trying to tame me.
Worries , loss , desire , future & fate
No matter how far they extend their grip.
I'm Struggling magnificently everyday
I think that's just how it will be ...

I'm flying on the updrafts of time
I'm scampering up and down its slope
desire / karma back and forth.
Tired of playing hide and seek with time
and always coming just short.

The Time i have left fills my views
It's not something I can just choose to do
I sleep / i dream / I'm awake. (states of consciousness)
Turiya in a timeless space that is far out of reach.

Just let it go ...let it go ... let go...
Illusion of eternal life.
I just want to walk out off path
Like I have arrived. I'm fulfilled.

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Growing in a pot
As far I could remember it started
with a seed in the mud
then a sap just to see what life be...
You know the gift that I got ..A.. POT.
She is the life , my budding leaves and stalk.

But what's coming got me lost...
There's this garden for aspirations ,
for comparison.... soul snare .
since I have grown... since I have grown...

I'm born in a pot , living and growing in it.
There's no season but time though
no cry , no laughter , nothing outlaw...

Fine , I'm seeing the clock ticking
Sun and moon are alike though.
My goal often take over my life
I'm doing fine with the soil I got.
I'm living and growing in it..
I'm living... Growing ....
क्या खूब मजबूरी है गमले में लगे पेड़ों की ...
हरा भी रहना है और बढ़ना भी नही है ।।
What's growing ??? Is living enough...
to be success , is ego and dominance enough.
What if the body you wear and care
Is only good as soul snare ???

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कठपुतली के धागे

मेरे रास्ते लिखे हैं ज़िंदगी ने
कभी रुका कभी उलझा कभी मैं टूटा कभी मैं झुका
A dancing puppet Tied to many strings
Strings of lies, strings of hope
Strings of million vows...
कठपुतली के धागे खिंच हमे लें जाये।
कठपुतली के धागे खिंच हमे लें जाये।
A dancing puppet....

धागा-धागा प्रीत का ये गाँठ बांधे जुड़ गया
रोम-रोम को छुआ, मोह ऐसा हुआ।
The desire of beauty the desire of love
Spiral of likes and dislikes
Some pulling out, some pulling back.

सुने कह रहा नसिब जो मुझ से ही
चले फिर भी धुन पर मन खुद ही से।
Life moulds me , binds me
Knots these loose ends of threads of desire.

I messed up while wishing to break free.
Reaction, resistance, desire what a waste
ये उलझने मुझे सुलझा गया, अधूरा था जुड़ने चला था।
कठपुतली के धागे खिंच हमे लें जाये ।।

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Choiceless Awareness
I have burned most of me in imagination
Desiring, Reacting I'm pulled in and out.
Craving, breaking ,accumulating...
This passion for me , keeps me bounded within likes and dislikes.
Desiring for more ... Gasping for more life...
This freedom this prison of directionless mind .
Strong sense of like and dislike ,
new pattern of bounding are building up.
Accidental being of conditioned past (karma).
False sense of me and budden of human consciousness.

Reverse the equation, total dispassion to self.
For desire is not for more , it's for all.
In equanimous mind karma begain to collapse.
Choiceless awareness or you are just lost , damn it

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INSIDE OUT
I'M collecting some pieces
(i.e. emotions, intellect, body) to build me up.
looking around moving or still,
searching for the life in relations & in love.
walking ahead for the one who'd give me hope !

don't know destiny,nor do desire knows the path it goes.
I walk on towards the fated farewell,
Determined from the past ...

Tired and torn,confused at crossroads.
Choices test me all along...
For desires never end.they open in new chapters...
I know that in the end it'll happen again...

Nightmares where my luck runs out,
And Time is up ...
Still wandering but having some pieces, to build me up.
Had seen the dark and bright in all. (Duality and oneness)
looked around from inside out.

To make the journey till life inside me fades.
I want to build me up and pick me apart.
Looking around moving or still
searching for the light inside out.

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Dharma tradition Hinduism is based on open architecture and unity.
Militant group - High degree of unity but no openness. I.e unity at the cost of openness.
Too much openness - survival is compromised , if it were to embrace everything thing unconditionally. i.e love jihad.

Dharma tradition is on attack by both militant group and love jihad / intellectual jihad . Because we have not critically analysed the open architecture and unity design of our dharma .

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मैं कतार में नहीं हूं .. कोई इंतज़ार भी नही है ,
मैं बस राह पर खड़ा हूं ।
ऊब होने लगी है जरूरत से , आदत से
दूर हो जाऊं ...की समझ आये कुछ ।

Looked out for hope , in all the known experiences.
Looked out for love , anything to fill the void.
Respect and success - what do these amount to ??
ऊब है , की जाऊं दूर खुद से , की शुन्य हो जाऊं
अंतिम हो जाऊं इस अनंत में ।
It's not easy journey to make
स्वयं की खोज है , तप की राह है

मुझे मंजूर ही नहीं किसी साँचे में ढल जाना
The path of brave is pathless...

मज़िल जैसे चल कर आई हो.. कदमों में मेरे
जो बंद द्वार हूं खोल रहा ...
Delving into depths within...

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मैं कतार में नहीं हूं .. कोई इंतज़ार भी नही है ,
मैं बस राह पर खड़ा हूं ।
ऊब होने लगी है जरूरत से , आदत से
दूर हो जाऊं ...की समझ आये कुछ ।

Looked out for hope , in all the known experiences.
Looked out for love , anything to fill the void.
Respect and success , what do these amount to ??

मज़िल जैसे चल कर आई हो.. कदमों में मेरे
मुझे मंजूर ही नहीं किसी साँचे में ढल जाना
मैं रेत हूं रेगिस्तान का ...

ऊब है , की जाऊं दूर खुद से , की शुन्य हो जाऊं
अंतिम हो जाऊं इस अनंत में ।

स्वयं की खोज है , तप की राह है
मेरी यात्रा का वृतांत नहीं.. एक पहलू है.. जीवन

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