Key of life

I used to be anxious
To loose
The people in my life
The beautiful moments.
But I just realised
That nothing is
In my hands.
That my own life
Is not decided
By me.
And if it is all
A theatre
Then I should be
Carefree
About my role
In this play
Or others' character.
That after all
It is all a play
Me, you
And they.
Then why
Are we here?
To be entertained
Or become
Entertainment.
And for whom?
If everything is energy
And the stars
Hold power
Over us
Then the same applies
To those stars
And zodiac signs.
If I am part
Of the entire cosmos
Then I am cosmos.
And maybe that is why
We are all born
This high.
To emit different energies
And produce
Energies.
And together
We manipulate
The universe
And we create
The moon and earth.
I dance here
For my rest
Of cosmic ground.
To emit
The energy of joy
For this moment
I feel out of Maya
While being in it.
Attachments with detachments
That's it.
That's the key of life.
To live life and let life
Live by.
For nothing is
In my hand.
And yet I am.
And that matters.

Evolve together

The reddish silver smile
In a night sky
Or may be an eye.
More of a slope
Between two mounts.
Takes me to Himalayas.
I come back.
Into this moment.
With my hands resting
Behind on ground
I stay connected
To earth.
Attracting moon
To me.
Just you and I.
Just we.
The moon and me.
The silver building beside
Goes in background.
And the moon highlights
A smile in the sky.
Maybe a gold necklace
Below a pretty face.
Now it seems like a robe
Golden robe.
But I am happy.
I find it pretty.
Comfortable.
Full of love.
Warm.
The smile becomes
A sarcastic nose
On the past.
But no.
It was good.
Too good
To be nostalgic.
But no more.
This - this moment.
Moon.
I.
And I dance
To the beautiful
Feeling.
Of flowing with flow.
My heart seems open.
To love. To beauty.
I am flying.
Along with
the ones I love.
And I will expand
Evolve
Together
With all.

You the flame, I the oil

It's after a long time
That we met.
You the flame
And I the oil.
I thought this time
We will become a lamp
We will find
Our own earthen camp.
With love I flowed
Towards you
On my own.
With hunger you caught
Once again my finger
And then at one go
You engulfed me all.
Again bereft of my entity
Again you made me
Your fuel.
Only this time
I no more wanted
To spread over you
And destroy you.
For I understood
That the way you behaved
 is your nature.
And it is not
My nature
To destroy you.
Adieu flame!
Off I flow.
To find my own bottle
Maybe I will be
A perfumed cure.

Otherworldliness

Here I am
Standing amidst roots
Where I belong.
Yet I can so feel
The alieness
It is somewhere else
I belong.
I try to escape
Through music
In moon
In visions
In prosodic.
But I know
It is here that I stand
Comfortable in my skin
Able to comprehend.
Yet it is
Somewhere else
Where I sit.
River, hills, blue Street
Lush greens required
Not busy street.
How I hate city.
How I crave
For the forest.
But I have an injury
Some wild animal
Bit my leg
To be healed
In this city!
Probably
I should carry my scar
Like a tattoo.
Only the wound
Doesn't dry.
It gets widened
Every hour.
The pain
I carry proudly.
It is in me
It flows
The otherworldliness.

Farewell Bangalore

Faretheewell Bangalore. Can't believe - time passed away so quickly. It was so fucking spontaneous - so beautiful - so unplanned. Every moment was warm and a new experience.
A new family, new friends. And I was bothered about turning nostalgic. Balls. Bangalore indeed is therapeutic.
So was this solo trip. Aaah! I will stay in this hangover for days to come. So many tales, so much to think of.
There in city, Hampi will seem like another world - so far. And the people - so like an illusion.
The rocks and roads, my mopid.
And then this happy reception of Bangalore.
Can't say am happy going back home. Yet it is all for good.
My instincts take me to the right venture - the faith in cosmos.
This time, am carrying yet another skill - the city has this way of chiseling my creativity.
Crazy, how I pick up something new every time I come here.
Cheers to canvases, the colors and new medium of expression.
This was long awaited. And finally the canvas is no more virgin.
New shades to uncover, new visions to unfold. I feel hollow and yet pregnant with a new seed. I hope it happens more b further - the creativity.
The most surprising was how I still remember each n every lane of Bangalore. And how I have simply deleted those childhood lanes of Delhi.
Nonethess, Delhi has home. Another journey begins here. This time even brighter.

To Bangalore

28th August - 3:55
Wow... What a random beginning. Like I have no hold over reality... It's just happening all around... Quite a positive generation - the way it has evolved...
A ride checking my traits... Till some patient quees .. Till the gentle lady I met and became friends with.
Was so emotional to leave my place... Excited for Bangalore.

28 Aug 4 A.M
To Bangalore then! Can't believe yet. Feels like am returning home. Only that there is no home, neither the same people. Nonetheless, the connections matter. And that is what is picking me up for this exploration.
It's a journey - probably more inside with the outside. Who knows what lies in store.
Too many words for so pious a moment.
I have this mixed expression on my face with dried tears and excited heart.
I miss my home, still the journey I wanna kick-start. The jolts of flight are but teasers. Like bang! Wait! Bang! Wait. And the game is still waiting for the flight to take off... For the signal... For that one sign and there the spirit takes a flight.
And the wings they can feel the wind, they can estimate with the breeze flowing from sea towards a dry earth waiting for it's monsoon.
The vapours interact with that thirst soon to be quenched. Or who knows, I gain yet another desire, one more dream.
It's funny how I again and again come back to this beautiful web of dreams, imagination, reality, truth, illusion... And thence, all questions undergo a metamorphoses and transcend I to exclamation from interrogation.

Every night -  till morning I watch those passing flights wondering about people going to places in different directions - going to new mornings in new attires. After a long time, I will be high in air - one of those people in the air.

28th August 7:47 AM
Having a filter kaafi at Bangalore's airport. The first step out of my flight was refreshing and cold - damn cold. Gradually I adjusted to the temperature. I felt nostalgic for Delhi's warmth like that of a mother. Then I remembered how much difficult it was for me to bear Delhi's heat initially. So I welcomed Bangalore's weather and got nostalgic for everyday that was pleasant in this city
I'm waiting for my cab now - none of my friends here to pick me. Am solo. I could have conversed with the guy sitting next to me in flight but don't know why I didn't. Probably I was too tired. Now I feel better after my short power nap in the plane.
I'm in no hurry. The weather is beautiful, and so is my spirit.
Am here to close doors of my past and paint another beautiful picture there.