Decay

The silence that prevails after the rhapsody stays in residual notes that linger on forever. They never fade away, unlike the cacophonous din of decaying souls.

Frenzied, chaotic, these movements of love
They move on, on and on
Wildly, in circles, forever in circles
Twisting from beginning till end,
Forever, in mad turns
Adoration in praise
Lost in the depth
Found on the surface
A never-ending spiral

Twist, turn and a fling of the arms
like wings on a flight
of self projected love,
a journey of a thousand days
mapped in a single night


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In reverence of the age old classic of this beautiful poetry:

Ye Joh Halka Halka Saroor Hai
YeTeri Nazar Ka Qasoor Hai
Ke Sharab Peena Sikha Diya
Tairay Pyar Nai, Teri Chaah Nai
Teri Behki Behki Nigaah Nai
Mujhay Ik Sharabi Bana Diya…

Tera Pyar Hai Meri Zindagi
Tera Pyar Hai Meri Bandagi
Tera Pyar Hai Bas Meri Zindagi,
Tera Pyar Hai Bas Meri Zindagi
Na Namaz Aati Hai Mujhko,
Na Wazoo Aata Hai
Sajda Kar Leta Hoon,
Jab Saamnay Tu Aata Hai
Bus Meri Zindagi Tera Pyar Hai.... 

Sci-Fi Dreams

Dreams about sci-fi are the best. A few nights ago, a dream caught me completely by surprise. It was the best feeling I had in a long time. There were flashes of light everywhere and a bright white moon was spinning wildly on. The spaceship I was on was twisting and turning and I was amazed by the kaleidoscopic view around me. The view around me was all encompassing and it brought me nearer and closer to the universe’s beauty. There was so much to see and so much to love I was caught unawares by the magic. I was spinning on and on. Endlessly into the core of the biggest mysteries of this vast universe. 

There are worlds within worlds in my love's eyes
They swim and dance with the light
And collide like star crossed lovers in the night
When in the darkness all is pitch black
They shine bright and strong in my world.

I look into my love's eyes and see my own
Reflected back, they are true orbs of beauty
Peering at me with their crystal gaze
Warm and deep like a secret held safe.

They twinkle like the night stars
Shimmery, silvery and searing
in their heat. When I look into them
All else melts away, forever into nothingness

chemical network

It's amazing what you can do with your body. It's a perfect example of mind over matter. You can control how you work your body, how you make it look and feel, and that in turn controls the way you feel about yourself. So, the process is from outward towards inward.

Since I'm feeling quite positive, I am going to write about all that stuff that you makes you happy and leaves you smiling, no matter what has happened before, and it is basically quite necessary to keep your balance.

Surrounding yourself with only the good things, one can immediately feel the change. You can actually deceive yourself into thinking that you're happy by feeling happy. It's a good thing. You need to deceive yourself from time to time.

What is our body but just a mass of mostly water and chemicals and neurotransmitters and electrical signals pulsing through an intense network of blood and nerves and sinew and muscle and bone. When you allow your body to change with the outside environment and let it change you and accept the season of change as it comes, only then can you truly accept the tides of times as they sweep through the current of history.

So let love carry you forward as the cool winds of mountainous plains and push you forward and lift you upward to a higher plain of new living. Start fresh today!

post reflections

Deepest. Truest. Oldest. Eternal.

Beauty demands to be seen. To be appreciated. To be absorbed. To be lived.

Pain demands to be felt. To be forgotten. To cease to exist.

The world spins around like a wheel ever turning on its axis, while you sit and wait for the shadows to lengthen across the backyard, watching as the sun goes down, another universe has already started somewhere and worlds within worlds spin madly on and on...

Seasons change and green changes to brown before it disappears forever into the earth.

Hear yourself in the million reflections ricocheting off the puddles of life.

Out, beyond yourself, deeper and further than the deepest, farthest realms of your self, beyond the softest embrace and the most enchanting secrets of the universe, lies a world completely unfiltered and devoid of materialistic gains and the soul lies bare and compact in its entirety.

The truth is shrouded within layers of love and the promise of a sky brimming with rain clouds, ever floating and wavering over dry, parched lands that have never seen it melt.

Ants creep up over the wall outside and creeping vines encase the wall and all the secrets within, sealing with a loving promise. An understood promise of trust and the oldest companionship witnessed by man.

Nature in all its most cruel and bewitching beauty gives man everything he has ever deeply yearned for and is everything he needs to live a life of promise and deepest gratitude and satisfaction.

t i m e l e s s

The moment that time has forgot. The Oneness and Unity of all things have melted into the nothingness of winter soil. Nothing springs from it except the dust that has scattered around like moths around the everlasting flame in the darkness. Out beyond the light and sun, meadows of green fields beckon and sway with gentle folds intermittently into one another like ocean waves always calling out to each other and gently crashing against one another. Books scatter with their pages fluttering around like free birds that can never be held captive to time nor man. My heart swells with pride to see their free, happy trajectory as I scan through the pages and run my fingers across the many lines of words that are as open roads for a hungry traveler set out on a long forgotten journey.

With the flicker of a flame distances shorten and the world becomes whole again. Cracks cease to exist and make everything as it was before. Setting aside the books and their fluttering pages for a while, I become lost in the ethereal beauty of the tiny branching cracks now filling up with light like tiny membranes around a thin translucent cover of a dream. With quickening breath, my hand traces the cracks one by one, until all have been illuminated by the omnipresent light and then they quickly dissipate.

On a hill somewhere among the clouds, a little stone house beckons me and waits for time eternal. Like notes played in true moments, everything reveals itself in tiny reflections around the glistening dew. Rain falls. More clouds gather. Fire crackles through the stone house. God and Time are One. Hanging those notes by the string of music, the storm rages on and the wild forest becomes still.