MY WORLD

On   your way you come across many struggles, some which   you may  overcome and some that may agitate you to your core. And if you reflect on it, these impediments are mere reflections of your inner conflicts and habits.     You constantly find yourself drawn to such encounters, attracting such situations or people. But the thing is these challenges are for your growth.. and what greater pruning than that which involves the heart, which involves love. It is up to you to select the right from the wrongs, to choose either stagnancy or freedom, gold or the dust. So you'll have to prove to the universe, for there you'll find plenty of such encounters, by moving on and letting go, knowing truly what habits you need to discard, what issues you need to resolve inside you. For only through others you can know the hidden parts of you. The other is but a reflection of your perception, of your inner world.

As the clear water trickles down from these open palms it showers onto you... But it is me being poured over, all soaked and drenched I dripped and  I drizzled... As the fragrant blossoms adorns your feet, It's my aroma mingling the air surrounding you.. It is my being merging into yours... dissolving in your sacredness, resting in your divine  sanctuary... onto your ineffable beauty... the fire that's been lit burns for still... still the drop thirsts to coalesce, for I am the unwritten poem that you sing, for I am the reflection , the essence, the imprint of your silent being.  I am in you and you are are in me...

"Your icy voice put out the stars.. it cracked my heart and broke it in splinters,, your tone as cold as Colorado winters.. but I promise to soon forget the contract we almost made... you'll feel the swift response of an equal as the dream begins to fade I'll drown you in pseudo kindness and a casual friendly glance I can almost imagine your blindness as I watch and wait for the chance to suddenly- cruelly-make you know how easy it was to let you go... ..." -unknown

My father once told me- a person has to sometimes sacrifice his wants- “man marnu parcha” and accept whatever life has to offer with a smile. As his countenance softened, I grasped these uttered words with wide eyes, puzzled… for I was young and got very little out of it, but then came the moment when these words hit me hard. Only then did I realize the depth in these words, the pain hidden behind his voice, the source of his deep humility. This was a hard lesson every human had to learn no matter how much one tries to escape it or deceive oneself. And the thing is the more you build your guards high up the harder is going to be your fall. Sooner or later reality will strip you naked.., make you vulnerable and strike you down. No matter what, the fall’s gonna be a hard one, is going to shatter you in a million pieces, and will continue to do so, unless you realize the futility of your desires, your foolish endeavors, your gullible nature. So all we can do is when the great fall

This journey has brought me to the moment where i do not desire for your love  nor for the cozy embrace of your arms for there is no need for these . A ll there is, is this longing for your presence, a whiff of your sweet aroma,  just your being is enough to last me a lifetime,or more so..to transform me, to shatter and scatter me, to turn me into water… for it has to melt into the sea someday.. I know not of the laws that govern this world, i know nothing  of the bonds that man has made.I know only of this feeling  that flows in me, of this devotion that flowers in me,  and this thirst to be one. For all i know is you are my poem, my song,the melody in my pain… you are my prayer, my savior, the path to my temple  you are my bondage and through u is my salvation  so let me drown in your depth, let me dissolve in your essence...

#Always  thought the strings were so delicate that even a small shake can sever it, like a thousand blades cutting my heart to shreds.  May be the memories of my first break down was so severe that it frightens me to weave another-  another such thread of connection, such indulgence, pulling me towards it, tangling me in its illusions, caging me in its webs creating a  world fabricated - like a castle built in the loafty skies,  a world marveled with delusion, a fantasy, sprung from the deepest corners of your desires -your darkest desires, nothing but a figment of our own imaginations,   But still strong and provocative... befuddling and impairing our senses, and when this takes you to the height where reality and fantasy clashes … You fall thousands feet deep… All torn, unable to rise again. So, just to be safe I’ve shut the door of affection to remain apathetic toward others sentiments. Sometimes I think to myself of how restrained and ignorant I am when it comes to such,  b

On her toes, she danced through the misty lair chasing the mystery that lingered in the air…. A sweet murmur, a faint music, a whisper in her ears. Somedays in the rain, somedays all dripped with tears. A quiet stroll was enough, a stroll through the moonlit pond, shimmering and gleaming, all hazy in the dark. A light walks around the muddy grass, leaving imprints of her bare feet -light traces of her being … When it comes to the allure of nature’s ingenious creations hardly anyone in the world is spared. But the thing about her is that she was deeply and invariably fascinated by its mystery, enchanted by its splendor. It was more of the feel she was fond of. The touch of breeze carrying the sweet fragrance of the flowers, the feel of the slickly stones slippery under her feet, the sound of the tinkling brooks hitting the rocks. She loved how the birds sing songs that hide the silent stories, all the secrets and the magic of the dwellers sheltered deep within the woods, in the

RAIN. The pitter-patter of the rain outside of my room is so refreshing. It is astounding to note the sudden transition of the environment from something more accustomed to a moment so aesthetic. The mere sound of the raindrops continually colliding and collapsing in the grounds lifts up the heaviness in the air, pulls you to the world interlaced  by your imaginations , weaved in by the threads of ethereal fantasies...indulging you in the realm of endless possibilities, plotting your own story adorned with the cherished moments of your life. A world inundated with the adventures you desperately need and strive for. I am left dazzled by how the rain always succeeds in enriching our senses and feeding your soul...  A piece of soft music slowly filling the chamber and everyone engrossed in the beauty of this very moment, bewitched by the sublime melody so eloquently played, blending in with the scathing aroma- blistering from the burning incense, paralyzes your senses. The way