Becoming a river

Like a waterfall
I will keep colliding
with the adamant rocks,
I will keep hurting
myself, I will keep
bruising myself,
until I get a hold
on the lively motion
of the current,
until I am blessed
to keep flowing
against time and tide,
until I am able
to live the eternality
of becoming a river.


What feeling is this?

Can you tell me what feeling is this?
My head feels heavy and light are my feet.
I know I am alive, just sometimes, I skip a beat.
I know I have won nothing, but I relish this defeat.

Can you tell me what feeling is this?
Something is pulling me close but it’s not gravity.
Somebody’s calling me but I can’t see a soul in my vicinity.
I hear something vaguely yet I want to dance to its ecstasy.

Can you tell me what feeling is this?
I am running circles in a spiritual infatuation.
My happiness is definite but I have no justification.
I don’t know where I am but quite blissful, is this situation.

Can you tell me what feeling is this?

A Random Conversation

“Can I ask you a question?” she said.

“Sure do,” he said.

“Why do you drink?” she asked. “Oh wait! Before, you take it otherwise, I have nothing against drinking. This is, you know, just a random question.”

“Well! I drink so that I can relax a bit. I drink to contemplate in a more focused way. This may sound weird I know but for me, drinking is not about pouring down anger or making loud noises. I drink to relish complete silence, utter silence. I don’t drink until I feel that life’s going downhill. And rest assured, it’s a secluded process for me; I don’t harm or bother anyone in the process,” he answered smiling.

“That’s a really good self-knowledge,” she said smiling back.

“Why do you ask?” he said, intrigued.

“Hmm…I guess this a part of me. You better get used to this. I keep asking questions to people I am close with. One reason I do so is that – well, I don’t know. Another reason could be an endeavor to understand people’s emotions and thoughts better. My questions are even more random than I am. Someday I may even ask you questions like ‘what color is the sky beneath the blue? Why is water transparent? Why do we cry tears and not blood?’” she explained with a sigh.

“That’s fine. I am ready to answer whenever you ask me one. I will answer those questions soon,” he said. “Those are some really good questions, ma’am.”

A passage of laughter followed.

“You know sometimes I make myself think so hard, I have to pass it on to others in the form of questions. No kidding. Even I think about those questions,” she confessed.

“And do you find answers for yourself?” he asked.

“Sometimes I do. Sometimes I don’t,” she said.

“Those are the only two options,” he added giggling.

“I have a question as well. I used to think about this question a lot but couldn’t find an answer.”

“What is it?” she asked.

“Let’s say you’re closing your eyes at the moment. Close it. So you’re closing your eyes and when I ask you to open them, imagine there’s nothing. By nothing, I mean nothing at all. Not even me. Everything in the universe is gone and you’re witnessing it. What will be the first color that you see?” he said.

“Maybe it is the color of vacuum. I have always wondered how vacuum looks like. I don’t even know if it has a color. I think when there’s still numbness around you and you can’t feel, hear or touch anything around you – that is the vacuum. But even as you peak into the abyss and find nothing around you, you can still see vacuum,” she said after a careful thought.

“Vacuum. The vacuum can’t be felt, touched or heard but can be seen. Hmm…” he spoke to himself with a tint of peace in his voice.

“And, you know what? When you wake up to a realization that there’s just you in the universe and nothing else around – maybe you are the universe then. So, in that instance, maybe you don’t see colors. You hold all the possible colors within you and radiate them in search for some other universe.”

They both sat still gazing into the unknown. A speechless conversation had found its way.

“I think I just found my answer,” he said after a long pause. 

You deserve better!

You don’t have to go on suffering
to liberate their soul.
You don’t have to burn yourselves
to bring a smile on to their face.
You don’t have to suffocate yourselves
to let them breathe freely.
You don’t have to die a thousand times,
to let them live with ease.
You don’t have to fall down every time
to let them step on you and move ahead.
You’re not just flesh, bones, and blood
my dear, you have a life too.
You’re not a subject of unending torture,
you’re beautiful, you deserve better.

Walking together

Okay, you can go for today; remember to
return like the sunshine or rain tomorrow.
Brace it with all your might my friend
life will give you both joy and sorrow.
But, I will be there to walk with you
no matter how heavy or light it feels
we will cry together in hard times
and laugh hard at cheap thrills.

Some stories…

Some stories make you realize that you are
not the only one living your story.

Some stories make you feel like your heart
is also throbbing in another body.

Some stories cut you short of your own breath,
so that you can breathe in the body to which your heart belongs.

Some stories suffocate you to death,
so that you can be reborn to live your own story.

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