When you dislike someone

It's a funny emotion
this feeling of hate
like when you dislike someone
too much that you disregard
that the person is human
or even more - a girl.
The stereotypical mindset
plays action.
Tries to judge
character and nerves.
Mind judges IQ
and gets disappointed.
Heart checks EQ
Shruds with the dark sight.
But why hate, I wonder.
Coz, I am not bad enough?
Or I am not smart enough.
She uses fools to make her ends meet.
Manipulates some. Dominates some.
Makes use of her mind.
If I can't be like her
isn't it my weakness.
Probably I have
the same self inside.
How else would I have
understood her design then.
But like that
I also understand
so many other things
Light from dark
Liquid from solid.
Isn't it the work of my senses
and later the rationale.
But wasn't it my belief
that there is nothing
like right and wrong?
That it is all an illusion.
It is all about perception.
Can it be
because I have good intentions.
And they are not understood.
Maybe.
But why am I bothered
about her then?
Shouldn't I be only limited
to making maximum efforts
to get my good intentions
conveyed.
Fie! Do I even care?
He is a fool.
Trusting wrong people.
Getting the platform doomed.
But how can I say that?
I don't know them personally.
Isn't my judgement
out too soon.
Guess it is more about instincts.
How I observe
each sunrise
every moon.
The biased part comes out
pretty loud.
So do the senseless
irritating
breaths and her bosom's swoon.
Aaah! She disgusts me
for it is not work but
her ugly craft
that is her boon.
Imagine she managed
to affect me so much
that she became a character
in my mental bloom.
Guess things will be out
at their own time.
When either she will
simply leave
leaving the stage in doom
or maybe she gonna keep dancing
with all her masks upon her face
till one day the stage will
break open
and she gonna eat it all
from gigantic teeth
and dumb mouth.

The spirit was free

She was a vegetable once
until she shrilled an outcry
there the world smiled
the fair and lovely
new born child
She was taught to talk and walk
loved so much
scolded in some runs.
Sensitive and sensible 
she grew pretty well
but the spirit was free
it was a different gel.
She was shown the shiny moon
when she was aged 2
at 20 she wanted
to taste nature's bloom
her dreams were of flight
she loved elemental boom
with wind and rain
she conversed
with thunder 
she felt delight.
Her mother knew
she won't be able to hold her long
for despite of her love
her freedom was further strong.
And one day she out-stepped
the fairy fort
the fate so secured.
For she belonged to the gypsies
those different from the crowd.
An artist, a free soul
a mysterious spirit was she.
Through forests, mountains and rivers
glided she so free.
But she missed her home. 
Missed those that gave her entity.
But she loved her freedom.
This being wild in immensity.
She was made of extremes 
and she knew it.
She couldn't be kept inside.
She drooled on it.
Time and again
when the world was rude
she thought of all the love
that her mother always outpored
time and again
when the things were so fine
she missed to laugh
along her family 
dancing in golden rhyme.
But she had her own journey.
Road on which
only she was supposed to be.
For even if she missed her home.
Somehow it is in journey
she found her vision of Om.
She often wondered
why was she doing it 
why the world ruing it.
At times she felt happy
wherever she went
at times she felt everywhere
something is missing
From point A 
point B seemed better.
At point C
Point D seemed bitter.
Life seemed like 
a pendulum at times.
At times a group of crossways
many options - every time.
At times even decisions 
seemed burdensome.
At times to take her own decision
was itself a struggle.
But her freedom ensured one thing,.
The free spirit 
never did things unlike her wish.
For she followed her heart
in every turning.
She focused on her concise
in every spring.
So she had no regrets.
every decision had been her own.
Every repercussion was 
from her own stem.
Except sometimes
she felt sad.
for the things that she lost
for the things she must had had.
But her freedom was intact
even if her wings
now seemed black
But she was still waiting 
for her giant flight
only she wished
she could have taken 
her people alongside.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

To be free

While I trek through these unknown ways, in sunny rays, hilly ways; I wonder about the crouching heat, the people in need. Some reactions uncalled, some fractions on fall. I walk and walk, helping one and all. I wonder and I wonder again. The immense beauty, the hilly game. The entire night spent in moonlight. The bright and happy morning sunlight. And the time keeps changing - in cycles - enraging. 

I travel through boundaries. So far from some, so near to many themes. I drink the wisdom from rivers through centuries. I stare in the water I flow through it's immensity. And at times it feels I go forever - like that river shivering beneath. 

I sit in a boat the round one - on float. We go round and round like a mountain goat. Far to the islands far off to that land. Across the river. so near those mountains, We treble in moss, We walk by moss.

And there I sit along with beautiful souls, the spirit of forest in eyes on shore. I glide inside the natural jacuzzi in the heart of snowy water bubbling and streaming with joy so pure.

There I reach a vast lonely island. In the sky twinkle numerous stars. upon those waves shimmer star fishes. It seems magical - this moment alone. I feel so aligned to the cosmos to the core. I feel like singing to the wind, to the shore.

It's a happy feeling. This singing my heart out. It's so joyful - this raging to the tunes of divine. And here I reach so near to my family. In the lap of my mother. Being caressed by her smile so sweet. She caresses me gently. With her palm beneath. With watery eyes she praises me to be free. She knows me inside. She loves my inner zeal. In each dream or reality of my life, she is always there with me. 

And there in her lap I find peace. i find peace. She hugs me another time. And makes me have a long deep sleep. I wake up again in yet another dream. Some figment from past maybe. O r who knows a new river - street.  

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

Disoriented

It's a disoriented feeling
Like I don't know what I want
I feel affirmative at times
that at least the direction is right
while I wonder
about those burdens that are there
but I can't see
I feel so free at times
and yet those stares
they question my peace
my inner rhymes
I wonder
what's the right way
How to make the difference
of one way from another sway
everything pulls me
everything kills 
at the end of the day
how I try to keep to myself
all my emotions
all my rays
and yet I am human
and I need humans
So I choose a particular way
without expectations
with a single say
to walk together a common journey
as far as we can share the same way
and thus I meet
a spectrum of spirits
so many colors
so many shades
some embrace my entity 
with all their glory
some try to utilize
me in their games 
and yet I keep moving
in an unknown direction
in an abstract way
and it feels so pointless at times
it feels so weird some days
when my old ways call me selfish
and my roots cry cursing my fate
and amidst it all
I feel caught
a cosmic spirit
looking for her way
all I want is so much at times
that it can't be seen in a material way

Written by - mystical Wanderer

Need to replace

Imagine a time

where even to express

you need a sham

a metaphor

a set of words

to replace

what you have inside

and that is how

life works

replacements

and replacements

I think 

The biggest fear

the prior most concern

you can't speak

what you feel

or if you do

well

beware

the repercussions are grave

some sit on your head

some kick you out

some try to convince

till the point

you loose your mind

and that is how

it keeps going

replacements 

per replacements

that is why we keep craving

replacements

per replacements

you don't like something

replace it

You should not like something 

replace it

it is as easy as

an object of plastic

Probably Life indeed

has become Chinese

or if not that

then definitely

a replacement trick.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

 

The new profile

This is a new experience for me - this going to different companies, pitching for my company. Each time I go for a new meeting, I always get curious - both about the new client plus our own doings at rest. For I am new you see, for me , both sides are new parties. And after listening to those two sides, I feel I can take out a similarity. There the mind functions to build a platform, to align two goal sets and make it a larger brand. But amidst it all - I often wonder - It can't be just communication or Business knowledge. Why it requires so much of me.
Understanding a client's psychology, getting into their shoes - understanding their ideology, thinking from their side and coming up with a strategy. It feels like you are entering a video game at an unknown level. There you have to be quick with your plans and strategies - as if it's a war and you are managing an entire force.
You have to quickly estimate the client's requirement size. You have to analyse what best you can offer from your side. And innovation is a must for every client .For now it's a world of uniqueness, a world where every entity is a brand - a unique ride. There bubbling with so many ideas, you may feel all happy for finally a platform/ a fertile womb for your potent Embryo. Well, there is difference between said and done I tell you. So they may judge you upon your uniqueness, but expectation level never rises from traditional.
Now comes the most curious time. For the norm goes in a contradictory ride. Revolutionary ideas you may provide. But the client's experimental realm is also hand tied. So the established brands have narrowed their own dimensions. They have an image to carry - to try out random exceptions. Start ups though are free that way. Yet for them risk factor comes on it's way.
What I feel is that these are not necessarily barricades. It's like you have a small house and you can't buy another house or increase it's walls or change it's location all together., Yet with whatever the resources you have, you can still redo it's interior and give it a new aura - so unique that it's small size becomes it's selling point.
So I guess that's about it. In past 10 days of this new profile, that is what I have realised. Apart from some of the most amazing corporate experiences of my life.

Written by - Surbhi Rohera

Entangled yet free

Uncalled hollowness amidst

glittering, sprinkling, dim lit life

I try to find myself

I just see a tiny light

shining in the upper centre of a white wall

illuminating images of rise and fall

and yet all I see

is a plain blank expression

 of possible regrets 

and imposed collaboration

of dignity and integrity

of possibility of anarchy

of constant escape from

a circle

into another circle.

I wonder at every cross-way

is this really the right way

and I consult every passer by

for the first time

or at least those who matter 

they know 

what's going in my mind

and I am flowing with the flow

only more concious

still this foggy smile

still this misty strife.

Celebration indeed

for I am at a step ahead

Is it the right direction

oh this but is

supposed to be met

blind cheers again

to disillusioned games

nets of political strings

or those cunning lovely rings.

I float

to the blues of the sea

far off from my soul

far away from my entity

and I miss you nature

the river the ether

or maybe now

you are too imbibed 

inside and around me

only now 

that I can't see

for now I am inside that sea

dark and suffocating

entangled yet free.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer 

Python twirling inside

Do you know that burning sensation inside you like a python twirling inside... You wanna escape and fly but some pull pulls you inside...and you feel stuck to the root deep into earth you collide. More you try to breath, more the dream kills you by.
So you pick up an axe. Try to cut that chord by. For the energy is too huge for you to handle right. But the power overpowers. It keeps you from moving. It makes you so high.
There aghast you lie in the centre
Of earth in air below the sky
On and on the cycle goes
You revolve in round
You are alive
You are ghost
The pull keeps pulling
You feel melted
You live the frost.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

Whether to err

I have to
But I don't want to
Or maybe I do want it
But definitely
Not like this
It's something different
That I am looking for
Something unique
I can be very specific
At an abstract level
Or maybe I can give you
Facts! Whole lot of them.
If only
I had loved facts as much.
But I do.
Only the fact that
Fact again
is perception.
Here I feel knitted
In Derrida's threads.
I might not need it
And yet it curls
Around those strings
Of time
Being the inner chime.
And I hate it
As much I love.
It's complicated
Whether to err.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

The right waves

For me learning and experience
both are crucial. Along with a good lifestyle of course.
And when it comes to a person like me - there are loads of passions yet no one visible ideal shore.
Trying to find the right spot for my anchor, to rest my boat and work afore...
Nowhere I find the right waves, the ideal wind, a humble shore
I don't mind the pressure
More generous intension
More I wanna work for
Yet it all narrows down
To politics and there it goes

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

Friction of moment

The growing friction
Of the moment
'Igniting the fire
Within'
The caress of dew drops
'The touch that
Defines purity'
The music of
Dancing drizzle
'Upon
The upcoming dawn'
The flowing windy shiver
'Meets the warmth
Within souls
Generating a bliss'
Clouds burst with joy
'Birds fly high
Inspiring
One and all'
From ashes
The phoenix arises
'Something drops
And curiosity rises'
Upon neon waves
Below the moon
'Everything unites
And emits
A sensation
Of infinity'
And the soul
Merges into ocean
In each wave
A dreamy spray
'Yet there is
A need
To release
The entropy,
Reach a state
That's always
One step away.'
To catch a shadow
To touch the sun
Reaching that moon
Seeing the spun
It's all the same
'I wonder
Are we
Supposed to be content
Or inflation propellers
In this cosmic game'
Nature in core
Elemental lore
Energy transmission
Each dark night
Every morning flicker
'The joy of
Existence
And the reality
Called love
Keeps it all in sync
Releases a spirit
All around'
It's the music of wisdom
The wisdom called love
To love thyself
And also the world
To love with
heart and soul.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer and '_'

Soul conversation

'Well the beauty
Of the shimmering night'
The glitter in his shiny smile
'The warmth that the nature beholds'
The joy upon glistening shores
'The horizon of the limitless sky'
The happy feeling of cosmic joy
'Who are we?
Are we really the souls'
That merge with earth and sky
Or are we oceans
'The gifts of nature
In the look
Of those eyes'
The peace in that hold
Of cliff in ice
'Magic is only natural
Provided the
right energies collide'
It's unison of elements
Inside the spirits of
Dusky sunrise
'Sometimes
birds of different feather
And flocks
Fly magnanimously
Well together'
Sometimes
The breeze whispers
The wind gathers
Behind those tinkling
Rings of earth
Beneath
'A flurry of emotions
The untouched spots
It's all so special.
I wonder
What's its origin
In the past'.
I feel
It all coexists
The origin of the point
The end it fits
'Difficult to say
Which crack
Of the Big Bang
Cascaded this effect
that'
Enhancified the
Beauty of a
Broken grandeur
Which makes the
Picture perfect
In a novel scenario
'Life, happiness, peace
And salvation
Are things
We don't assume
Exist'
But we rather
live them all
Every moment
Each emotion
One at a time
At times many
'Those bits of you
That directly talk
To my elements
Speak beautifully
Make my heart'
Happy and free
It feels complete
It feels inspired
With beauty and bliss
Life gets fire
'At each sunrise
And sunset
There are pieces of
Our universes
That we see merging
It's that kind of magic
So natural
Yet surprising'
It's the joy of the first drop
Of rain from blue sky
It's the peace of journey
Of a bird so high
It's light like a cloud
It flows like a river
Happy and joyful
Warm and shiver
Life
'Within lives
With moments
Beyond a life time'
Between the chords
Of a musical chord
Beyond all
Black and white.

- Mystical Wanderer and '_'

New Year

So it's New year
I wonder how 
all I remember
all I can think of 
is the last New year
which is now old
Yet I remember
the freshness 
it withholds
deep in the layers of my mind
the strong will in a city blind
I was penniless
had no contacts
but a wish and will
to establish myself
out on my own
with no references
in a new city
with new fences
So I chilled 
skipping my exam 
and came to Bangalore
with a bag and lines on hand
and I managed three jobs
in 15 days
and I went home
only to return
in few days
There I was ready
to set up a new life
there I saw 
grown up life
far off from child
I lived it all
experienced fall
I saw crazy humans
who fight for fun
As many cases I opened
all I closed
or maybe 
it all happened
with me all exposed
to those waves of a storm
with peace at it's core
I build a world
there afore
and in no time
the year passed
thousands of memories
blown apart
and I wonder
why it was only yesterday
that I came to this city
that I began my first day
that it's yesterday 
that I opened my eyes
in a train
to realize
'Now I am on my own
Now it's my turn.'
An year has passed
I feel 
I am still 
at the same spot
only a lifetime
has passed
in between 
the new cast
One month
and another closure
to a new city
new exposure
I wonder
what next year 
has in store
Isn't it a gyre
of before and afore
coz it all seems the same
different platform
same game
and yet
theatre is life
and yet
I don't have to survive
coz life means to live
every moment 
every rift
and I gonna dive in deep
to the core of the ocean
to the cosmic sweep.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

We the Black holes

It's a happy union
of heart and soul
into this moment
which has a big role
in dying our destiny
with paint n charcoal
in filling our lives
with pencils and coal
We the artists 
are black holes.
It is said 
that a black hole
is not hole in real.
It rather denies to reflect
any color or VIBGYOR.
It rather seeps it all in
into it's each pore
it absorbs
everything
that falls on it's 
every string
there we fall prey
to illusions and 
our own fears
there we construct
a black hole
to wonder in fear
We the artists 
have a myth too
that we reveal
only what we want to
and that is a fact
I must tell you
Apart from the tip
of the glacier
we won't let it through
coz once out
we will loose our value
Black hole has a meaning
behind it's value
So we show what you see
and you see 
not what we show
and there 
in a hurricane
gets life
all fiction and fame
in that thirst to reveal
in the craving
to see
there it works
wonder and flee. 

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

With a name

Oh! So now you follow my vision too.

‘Oh! I thought of that spot too.

So that was my vision too.’

Ooh! So we think on parallel lines.

‘Na, we think at same line.

It’s the same point.’

Yeah! But at different times.

‘yeah! But the point is same.

Maybe slightly slower or faster.

But point is same.’

It’s all about speed

That’s the thing.

‘What? Of who reaches first?’

No, who travels together.

‘But the travel destination

Is the same

Sooner or later

Destination is just a dimension

Created by your own perception

With your inner interaction.’

Enlighten me further my lord.

Fiesta, forest or Ford.

It’s all in the names

Taken in different games

Markets selling same

Names of worlds

Names and names’ names.

Don’t you think

Life is beyond it.

Like beyond being

Names and names’ names?

‘There are many names

But you choose one

Everybody has one

Is what they claim.’

Aaah! Again everybody.

Why everybody?

I am asking you.

Do you too have a name?

Do you believe in it?

Or you choose to believe in it?

And then you gonna pass on

The same burden

Of being name

Like everyone

Who has a name.

‘Name is not a game

You can not be lame.

You don’t have to be the one

To be blamed.’

Aah fie.

Who gonna blame me?

Society? You?

It’s just too much fun

To play around these silly names.

‘Excuse’me who are you?

Do you have a name?

Now talk about it.’

‘Why no Sir,

I am nameless.

And I like being so.
Next time you think of me.

You won’t find me so

Blunt and honest and critical

Or maybe more.

It’s some lame ground

To get your head cured.

‘It speaks so loud

That it goes to moon’

Oooh… hmmm…

‘So there is a name

For moon too

That’s how you recognize

With a name.’

Oh, crap. It’s a ball ass

Ancestors saw it as god

We call it moon

Wait for the upcoming

We may find

Shroom on moon.

‘Mooooooonnnnooooonnnn’

Ooooooooooonnnnnnn

See… It’s all the same.

Lets call it the beginning

Coz end is just a name.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer & Mystery Man

He licked each cell of her

Just 5 years of marriage
and it already felt a lifetime
life was difficult for her
facing issues all the time
like she still remembered
her school girl image
where life was carefree
and she hated spinach
not that she had no issues
but it was easier to live
at that time
How she loved to run on grass
how she identified
with highland lass
Alas! She was married.
It was her own choice
to get carried
in the arms of that devil
who seduced her with evil
She mistook his disease for love
She was her love's passionate dove.
Never realized
when she became
what she was not.
Never felt the changes
in her from what she was
when she was brought.
Lip gloss changed to lipsticks
tight fitted brasseries
changed to lacy frills
which though made her feel beautiful
but she couldn't identify
with this new drool
She thought she was loved
passionately and intensely.
She loved in return.
every night. every sun.
Until one night
where she realized
it's not her
to whom he was married.
He licked each cell of her
personally and friskily.
She felt insulted.
She tried to stop it.
But he laughed at her folly.
called her dolly.
and there it went again.
day and night
the sick game.
at nights
his fondling fingers
scared her
during days
his sudden gaze
suffocated her.
until one fine day
where it all ended
she gave her life
facing an erected strife.
The man is looking for a new bride
He assures love and a delightful life.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

Gyres of Time

August

Beating storms all alive

I realize I fantasize

Those flights

Those rights

Wrongs from all sides

Perfect from inside

 Circular gyres of time

Round in clocks

Years in rhyme

 With me walks

A spinning wheel

Round it goes

Sometimes freeze

In the valley of creations

Beating all fascinations

 December

It's a world of fascinations

Some imagined some creations

Most I see flying high

all in power - up in sky

Silent movie of heard voice

deep in thought

spiritual noise

it feels hollow

Like vacuum

It feels free

bright golden moon

But then it keeps changing

cycles of life

moon and it's changelings.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

You the chaser

Enters a dream -you the chaser
You follow it till end
Do a major
You score the best
You leave all rest
You sleep and eat
With trophy get rest
But then enters another
Dream of the other
And there it goes
The love then flows
For a new dream
In new stream
You step into
You flow in green
Scaling of
Your previous entity
In those depths
You feel the cream
Until one fine day
In a corner of your attic
You find your trophy again
And you remember
Your previous name
Birth changes
So do shells
You try to seek
The previous self
And you enter those walls again
Where with trophy
You lived that name
But the time has changed
Fame in old
Peace in shine
So you sit there
Confused
In the arms of an old desire
Thinking of that stream
The kindle of green fire
But then it feels warm
To wear worned clothes
Than face wild storms
But then it feels storm
The feeling of those threads
Hanging around.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

Christmas Eve

It's Christmas eve
I am sitting alone in my room
Have cleaned it all
for some Christmas luck
have prepared my mind
to get dressed
coz for God sake
it's Christmas eve
I must celebrate
it's meant to be celebrated
and yet
deep inside
there is some glitch
it takes me
to years before
to some other Christmas eve
When I was a kid
and our home was different
Where friends I never had
yet neighbors were immense
and we 
the kids of our colony
used to get together every year
Decorating X'mas tree
Sugar candies
cake and rattles
How I used to dance 
round and round
that X'mas tree
with happy sounds
and love all around
every Christmas eve
used to be.
Never realized
when shifting to a new home 
took that all
in some other surprise
It became smaller but selective
Christmas celebration
shifted to malls and discs
Here I sit further away
from even those eves
far off from my loved ones
seeking forsaken relief
and I try to convince myself
that it is just another day
I am trying to be happy
for it's Christmas
and I have it my way
But this surely was never my decision
This being here writing this sermon
I am gonna rock it hard today
I know
I am spoiled this way
But those innocent moments
of my childhood
appear again n again
like a moon ray
in my lonely way
and I wonder
if I missed my stars and bells
somewhere far away
and yet stars travel
and so do people
Shepherds and kings
Gifts and rings
With some more icing 
of school memories
I sing in my heart
those carols
those choir songs
in his glory
And here I smile again
for some old memory of a new rain
and transformed into my childhood self
singing and acting in assembly's shelf
I feel happy for it's Christmas day
I feel happy to be born this way.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer

Head and Heart

The man has only two shirts.
Or may be more.
One he wears for the society
one is his motley coat
He flaunts the former
and talks about it
every time in that shirt
his performance is a hit
But deep inside
in his heart
he finds it uncomfortable
the beautiful shirt
He loved it
when he bought it
It made him what he is
it proved it's worth to be flaunted
and yet
when he is not performing
when he sits inside
in his personal time
he takes out the other shirt
and wears it all full of love
It gives him comfort and a warm delight
it makes him forget every fit every fight
but he knows he can't flaunt it
for the shirt is for comfort
not to be flaunted
He tries to wear the second inside at times
but the former is made
to be worn
with nothing inside
that's how the special clothes are
you see the ones
which are branded
which are tagged
with social pyramid
At night at times
when the man
removes it all
every shread of cloth
every hankered stall
He feels lonely
he feels alone
He feels scared
of the judgement
and social lore
but he is an efficient man
He knows how to maintain
both roots and stem
He cleans both shirts
one at a time
He sprays perfumes
on both in same rhyme
But then he wears them
the way they are supposed to be worn
Where registered is authentic
rest all is imagined core.

Written by - Mystical Wanderer