The Calling!

where there is zenith
there is also the nadir
where there is sunshine
there is also the sunset
where there is happiness
there is also the sorrow
such are the vagaries of life

whether it is
yin or yang
you have to
accept it, and
face it

whether you
put on a mask, or
deal with it as-is
the choice is yours

stop not
move on
yielding
unbridled
without any restraints
for it is only in the journey
that the calling will be found

Move.

nothing is more painful
than being stuck
where you don't belong

when you realize this factuality
do not be the only obstacle
standing in your own way

Move. 

Always.

we often fixate
wanting and desiring
what is not
instead of appreciating
what is
the present is beautiful
perfect the way it should be
the little things
the little moments
they aren't little
they have been
meaningfully birthed
live them fully

unseen, yet there
lies our destiny bare
devoid of any control
in an inherent order
incredulous as it may seem
embrace it effortlessly
for what is meant to be
will always find its way

Always.

Nothingness

in a state of immanence
oscillating between
transcendence, and
return
there are some realizations
that you can never own
just like the void
of nothingness

Badass

she needed no warrant for her being
she believed in herself
a meanderer
a journeyer
with an unchained soul
she belonged to
no man, or
land

fearless
enigmatic
unapologetic
she embraced her madness, and
felt free in her wildness
she was a universe
of potpourri

badass was she

Unowned

not long ago, on a dark night
when the winds breathed wild
I had a momentary escapade
from my onerous life

my misty mind wandered
in a soft floating train
on a timeless journey
of the vast domain
O! what a vision it held for me
it was blissful enchanting reverie
the brilliance of the suns
the luminous moons
the ethereal oceans
all had me swooned

the secrets of the universe
I was determined to find
till a deafening roar
awoke my conscious mind

in an inexorable sweep
the trajectory was blown
a mirage, it was
it could never be owned

When I go...

when it's time, and
I fly off
into the
prismatic yonder
do not cry for me here
for here is not
where I will be
I may blend-in
with the gaia, aurora
or briny sea
whatever be
my transcension
know that
I did not die
I just winged away
with palpable
unbridled mirth
and, joy 

Time Traveling...

time traveling
from birth to death
is an enchanting
self-discovery
through
learning
unlearning
relearning
wiring
winding
unwinding
contracting
surrendering
and, expanding
through
the ever-changing
paradigms

a sojourn
so profound
that the traveler
knows no bounds

Nostalgia

here I am
and, there
wondering...

over the moments of yonder
intersected in mind
that bring back memories
some making sense
some irrelevant
learnings, unlearnt
that were relearnt
as the journey
stumbled through
it's twists and turns
as new souls connected
and, loved ones died
emotions crocheted
into a beguiled mesh
creating a mystical story
of a heart and mind
that has bled with tears
blossomed in love, and
basked in the glory of the light

here I am
and, there...

Belonging to Eternity

all our lives
we are made to believe
that we must live
to earn the goodwill
during our lifetime on earth
for the heavenly
afterlife experience
but it is not how it is
for there exists no time
there is only eternity, and
we are one soul changing forms
in the transient extraction
of timelessness
a combined amalgamation
of mass and energy
with an ad interim memory
moving with the universe
along with it's ever changing paradigms

we exist in the now, and
we exist in the then too!

Ignis Aurum Probat

here and there, in reality and dreams
lay her life, pristine and threadbare
altering with the seasons of time
as she moved on time after time after time

the eloquence of her simplicity
stood out amidst the guiled masks
masquerading everywhere
undeterred she remained
as she paved through
the complexities, trials and
tribulations that inquisitioned
her fortitude in her quest
she kept combing through the labyrinth
through signs known and unknown
to seek the eternal truth
her endurance absolute

Ignis aurum probat
refined after being tested in fire
her sacred sanctity unscathed
she radiated her inner purified light

That's life

birthed in love
tenderness raw
nourished with care
doted affection
innocent child
carefree adolescent
rebellious youth
cultivated adult
zoned out, and
ebbed
from the trials
unbidden
diminishing vigor
shrouded in obscurity
perilous health
flame extinguished

Remember

Unseen
Unfelt
from time out of mind
auld lang syne

a song here
a picture there
a word spoken
a memory in motion

tugs it out
from the wedges
incised deeply
over the years

cryptic
enigmatic
prejudicial
mysterial

faded from seasons
threadbare sublime
detached diffident strains
Yet. Somehow. It remains.

Remember?

ENOUGH.

years of muted suffering
had quelled her integrity, and
smothered her peace of mind
she dreaded losing out on relations
she feared the consequences
so she did what she thought
was the inevitable
and yielded to the circumstances
till an awakening call from within
in the quietness of the nights
questioned her of her being
and existing life
was this who she wanted to be
could she identify with her identity
it took her long
to come up with the answer
it was a decisive NO
she mustered every ounce
of the courage left within her
to stand-up and say
ENOUGH. I will tolerate no more.

... and, thus she blossomed from within

Finding Ground

she was tired of the unending trials
she could not take it anymore
she felt she was done
her eyes had no tears left
they had run dry
she yielded

Interlude

she needed to remind herself
that she was there for her
she did not have to give up
she could do it once more, and
all that was needed
was to take a deep breath, and
then the plunge

Interlude

while she found her wings
she also found her ground

Black O' White

a tabula rasa canvas
of pure white
heralding new beginnings
gets interspersed
with stark silhouettes
drawn in black
as we move on
with the rhythm of life

while white reflects fullness
black reflects emptiness
both exemplify the extremes
of the dispersion of colors
as they move through the prism
in tandem with the path
we traverse from life to death
tracing the contours of our breath