Monday, November 30, 2015

Flaneur


I despised 
not you
but the worth
you brought
to those little moments of life
coz they scared me
what if 
I fall in love 
with those small moments
guess I wanted
to do something huge
or maybe
it was my alter ego
that was also
different from crew
Flaneur - both you and me
the other me
the inner me
Flaneur
is this love so free
to give a damn
to that fixed society
now that I feel
the wandering heart
the changing me
this inner me
loafing so free
I realize
the connection
a flaneur you
a flaneur me.

But I was the same 
riding in a flaneur game
Ya, not with this name
but ya I was never tame
this wild zeal
this carefree reel
I can feel
beyond my peel
the real me
the real you
Flaneur we
in this crew. 

So now that we know
each other when we go
to our own 
unknown ways
wandering around
wild strays
I wish you luck
my friend 
I know we are
but moon rays
fragmented and filtered
through clouds
in many ways
Stay happy my flaneur
Our souls are same
mine n yours.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

Afterthought

But it was a moment's frown
yet, an eyebrow burnt
Should I quit
or maybe after this last one
or who knows
it becomes a tattoo
or a lesson
maybe its the thought
of sometime before
in some destructive mind
but it had its peace
in evening breeze
and a mild drizzle
with red sky
yet its an eyebrow burnt
should I call it high
But I can feel the surface
the uneasiness of it
charcoal hard roots
an anxious muse?
but why this indifference
or maybe
too much of a thought
in picking up
those fragments
in utilizing
the afterthought

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

Imperfect depths


Is it intense dwelling into the extremity of emotion and attachment that results in these entirely opposite swings of detachment so much to the level that united souls become objectified memories of one dimensions. Or maybe the minds evolve. Presence in so called structures is not required anymore. There is that close a proximity that develops that even those dark beauty spots of moon suddenly seem gross dark ditches to detest and consider that beloved moon as ordinary and no more an obsession?
But isn't that imperfectness itself that makes it beautiful and what it is? Doesn't all those notions that we see as lack define those objects that we so brutally criticize, synthesize or butcher as required?
A friend said, 'Imagine how beautiful the moon will be without its spots. Just that we have nothing else to measure its partial beauty. We have no spotless Utopian moon. and that's why the only available object becomes that obsessive'. I wonder, isn't it basic human nature - to never be satisfied. To always look for some Utopian perfectness. To find at least one fault in any demise.
and probably that's what makes us move - from object to object, spots to places, emotions to expressions followed by a deep silence of chaotic layers around. The layers that rise up like waves in a stormy sea and those shores to bring those happy breezy beach evenings. The pendulum keeps tolling those waves from joy to grief, from storms to peace. But then there is that calm sea, holding in its depths those centuries - of moments of unison at different places, in different times.
I wonder, whats the end of this journey? Budha's realization to be a part of world and help others evolve from the same circle? But whats the purpose of life in that case? Only to realize the futility of it and aim to return to the same state we were in before? Cool we call it experienced or evolved state... Say after few births we learn so many things our souls were supposed to - but whats the point of it all? If the start point of the race ends at the same point?
Isn't that circle too immensely attached to our very existence? Are we not fooling ourselves in some mythical competitions, races of success and failure. Some even claim to be equal and same - at the realm of so many categories of species, bodies .. even souls... or how about ' energies'.
To a large part, I will agree with this definition that we are all energies - deeply influenced with laws of gravity, playing upon some universal strategies - but aren't all these definitions mere convincing tacts or toys given to that immature mind of ours which needs atleast some basic definition to register things and life around.
Not that I am that keen on leaving my life or the pleasures in it just to know the reason of it.... as I feel its disrespecting the fact that I am alive. I would rather live it to the fullest to realize why I was alive. and yet, the questions are eternal webbed in that beautifully crafted web of language so inadequate to express what is felt.
Which makes me wonder how I criticize Language same like someone criticizes moon with its own set of imperfections. Guess, that's how we are built. To always keep traveling closer and deeper to our obsessions only to love them so much that you begin to detest that love. and yet, evolve with that deep feeling of understanding which is beyond all feelings of love hate or expressions pending.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer


Thursday, November 19, 2015

Destination ... Unknown

So its again changing... The game of life...who knows its returning to the same pages..or is at the verge of revive...
Its a happy spirit that I am in... Everything so beautiful...everything so perfect...
The next steps are unknown...destination is unknown..except maybe that it has to end in success... But isn't success subjective as well.. Some are happy with appearances...some look for content in every shelf...
Who knows what future has in store...
Imagine this moment where I am sitting at some roadside on a large concrete roll right beside my familiar dome...
And I know its just this night that has possibility of relaxation... Day after I will fly to some other domain... Some other roads..
Had I followed some long term plan then situation had been different... But I guess I am not a long term planner... It makes me scared... So fickle and lusty is my heart...
I always get Araid of any thought permanence... What if I don't want it any more... True there is always a possibility to make changes... But its my words that I always feel like keeping intact...anything but breaking a promise.. Anything but to break a heart...
And I hurt so many... I leave so many starts... Just with this thought inside - what if it becomes my duty to keep it till end - or what if it becomes forever apart... Maybe it's attachments that annoy me... Or its the same that pulls me apart... who knows what I want... Who decided these random starts...
And yet it's always thrilling... Different beginnings... Different starts... New zeal... New excitement... New learning from the previous start...
Ready for the next step... Or who cares its all a part - of the large series of journeys I so enjoy - clubbing into my beautiful destiny .. despite of being world apart.

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Beloved called Desire

Its a strange world that runs behind money... Where relations are kept aside for lust n money.. Where man is so dependent on his desires that feelings and emotions are long forgotten. It is this material world that I am expected to survive in. It is this politics that I am supposed to handle.
Yeah, I'm a brave girl. My mom has made me thus strong that I can face any situation... Or maybe growing up taught me all this. But isn't it inhuman and so unfair - like I don't want to be a part of all this at all and yet I am pulled into it.
Maybe it's all in my mind - this unbalance. Maybe it's just a phase, just a day where rather than my usual peaceful content mental state I am complaining/ I am angry. I am upset.
But I just can't understand the reason of it all... The biased society.. The politics in it... The money mindedness of it.   The lust of it.
They tell me to not be this open. To do whatever yet hide it in social platform. My question - Why? If it is OK to do it while I hide it.
Why should I fake it? Why should I hide things that everyone does yet can't accept or digest it openly?
In an instant you realize what all people hide inside... People who admire you... People who call you their own... One open statement and all that goody admiration flies away.
Its disgusting - this version of society. I can't fake it. I can't be all goody at all times. I can't pretend to be someone I am not.

Pulls n pushes

Its a strange mindset - right now... every time I return to society thinking that this time I will participate with a fresh mind n heart... Or maybe this time I will simply spectate with no judgement in heart... N yet there is something that pulls me out of it all... And I feel suffocated in people, routine, material...there I crave for my freedom, nature, travel...
I love my family too much - want to live with them... They deserve me the most in the world... They love me the most in the world... N vice verse...
And yet... this anxiety... This thought if being engaged with everyday things...
I feel like befriending many people at times... After all I am a human and I need people... N yet... I just can't identify... I may gel with anyone and everyone... But my soul seeks solitariness n nature everywhere..
Momcy says... Humans are nature too... why don't you love nature in that form...
But humans have other elements too - where they judge... They cheat... They talk nonsense... they have wrong intentions...
Nature on the other hand is pure - powerful... Is untouched from all those trivialities and atrocities...
Two nights before I felt like a cross in a large large universe...as if  had roots in all four directions and the centre was heart - thumping at some crazy speed .. The energy was immense... And the sound and silence were replacing each other as if in a musical combat...only thing that stopped me from loosing my self fully into it was attachments... N yet... I got so shit scared with the energy that I felt...
I don't know... what to do... Where to go next... My degrees question my social existence... And yet..m its these social parameters I have issues with.   I don't wanna belong to that category of parasites...
I don't wanna be bounded..m don't want to get indulged in politics.
I am an artist... And I have so many arts... All I want in my life is this freedom of mine that I am so proud of . All I want to do it to be creative and travel.
And yet... Things are not that simple. rather things are made complicated by everyone around... Like its not just be honest ...do your work 100%... Gve your best... Have good intentions and nothing can harm you...  Its rather about people that play politics... That forcefully drag you into situations...and if you ignore it for your own peace of mind... then you support something that is so wrong on humanitarian grounds...
I wish I was free to remain just a simple human if that's how we define it... Not that I am scared of situations or people... No... But I consider my time way too precious to spend in such trivial things...
Like why will I fucking keep serving a company who supports flatterers and motivate politics... where the head himself participates in exploiting employees..
Why will I become a part of same group of lecturers for whom teaching is not holy but a business where it is OK to grant marks if girls satisfy their lust...
Why will I be friends with people whom I loved from the bottom of my heart but everyone judged me wrongly without considering the love and purity I had for each of them...
And still these are not complaints... They are they... Its upto them... How they want their life to be... An HR who knows she has no knowledge or skill to handle a firm but flattery and politics as her tools will obviously use them especially when it's a firm built on the foundations of exploitation n politics..
But I don't want to belong to such a society. I feel hurt when I see the level to which people around me have been forced to fall down to.
I simply can't identify with any of them. For me Money, material, position, reputation are a much latter cry...
I stay true to my concise... I only listen to my heart. And my head suffers when people around me try to pull me to their level looking at me with sympathy as if I am loosing a huge opportunity every time I say no to so called successes and benefits.
I don't know why but I feel content in my heart ... As if I am meant for something higher... Something where my soul won't require to compromise. And then it all seems like a dreamland...
And yet... I so believe in my dreams... All my dreams have come true... This one too will be true some day...
Guess... Patience is the word for now.