By and By

When everyone is moving will I in stillness stand and motionless watch?
When everything moves besides and around would I not drift along too?
Should my movement be based on the movement around?!
If that is what moves me, am I really moving?
And is it worth the move?

What if I in stillness do stand and watch?
What does it take to stand still, hold still and be still?
Peace?! Aloofness?! Lack of normality?! Death (perhaps)!
Is it abnormality or spirituality? Is there a difference?! 
What is wrong when everything seems right when judgement is laid to rest?


Would I just hold on to peace and stillness and understand what I am moving towards if I don't move at all?
Or perhaps, be moved towards where I need to go soon after?
Do I really want to move? Or have to? Or perhaps need to?

When I look around do I forget to look within?
When I am lost do I forget to look above?
Am I fearless or courageless now?
Am I a wonderer or a wanderer now?

Let these racing thoughts in the troubling mind that I carry-the curse and the blessing-till I live, till I die...
Stop for a while... a little while, so that I may light it right-one more time... for I have unsong songs and unsaid words and unlettered thoughts too to bring to life. These that dwell I try to catch from vacant space-some that come, some so light and all that drifts past by...

Mind, oh, mind! Never mind... I just need some space to reach the pace to catch those thoughts as they drift by in my horizon-where there is no leader, no slave, no oppressor, and with nothing to suppress neither anything to express-just the feeling of bliss, ecstasy and mystery shroud every sinew-just the simple idea of being empty, thoughtless and connected-though alone-in harmony with the rest of the universe... why walk I when I can fly?!

Until then, don't wake me... this is not a slumber...

At The Gatta

Its been long since I scribbled a post. A 7-day rural camp with the first years and as usual a aptitude and attitude adjusting endeavour for many... Going there to teach, I was humbled more than ever as a learner; such beautiful dynamics among the group. However, in a no Man's land, no wires, no mobile network, no milk, no grocery, no medical shop... almost nothing! Life was peaceful.

Towards the end of the camp, a sudden reminder of the car, laptop, mobile etc., that soon I will have to end up connecting with, disoriented me so much... those unnecessities of life. Duh!

Life can be lived so simple and so easy as well; and I got a taste of that as well. From the place we were stationed, I could see some luscious, dreamy mountains in peaceful slumber... a million pages can be written atop those peaks I felt. A million and more...

FOr a week, I did not touch money and back to reality, I had to and felt like it meant nothing. Communism or what they call primitive Communism was so good... felt good. Now back to the money world, fake smiles, compulsive emotional displays, reactions, response and all those nurtured creations of humanity... the ticket to belong! With noises from the world cut, in silence, voices from within was audible... writing too now feels loud and I aspire silence once more.

The nature of the beast still holds firm and only reassured lies, knowing more than anyone else does that nothing is stronger than its weakest link.

Bottomline: "We are not human beings on a spiritual journey. We are spiritual beings on a human journey." Stephen Convey

There She Lay

The lynching mind in fine foray,
witnessed the whispers of a crying angel.
The withered soul in depths did lie,
with wings burnt and fragile.

The touch of the finger
sends streaming waves beneath her skin…
And with tender morsels fit for a stray-
A whim of enchanting ecstasy grasps her.

The shiver that shudders the blooming petals,
with strokes of thorns like guilt pierce.

What a subtle display of a gentle melody!
As vulnerable and tender with sweet surrender,
on her lovers arms she lay.

Bottomline: "Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied, And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy. It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth, But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted."-Kahlil Gibran