When I go that no-rebirth way I wish I lived each moment of life As it won’t ever come again they say in non-individual existence of my inner soul in the liberty from sufferings in freedom from stench of distressful karma in eradication of dissatisfaction, impermanence, soullessness.
I dream and I live Nirvana the perfect peace of the state of mind that is free from craving, anger and aversion I live at peace with the world, having compassion for all, giving up obsessions and fixations. The existing volitions get pacified When the metamorphosis starts Of insight, deeds, vision, righteousness, virtue and mindfulness.
I search everywhere An ideal blend of rest, harmony, stability and joy. I believe I get in purity of someones eyes in touch of someones care in intimacy of someones scolding in simplicity of someones nothingness I believe I search Nirvana The ineffable ultimate state of attainment.
In a sense of “Great Self”, “Great Bliss”, and “Great Purity”, I often feel With the emancipation from ignorance and the extinction of all attachment, I live it just.
You told me, “I dreamt of something crazy” and I said, “Me too” I said, “tell me”. You said “why me?..first you.”
In this conversation I forgot my dream And made up some story for you; You just tried to make yours better; Interrupting me that I was cheating on you.
There came a good morning And good stories to say… Over a morning coffee, Thus we lied again.. In a thoughtful way.
The days get shorter and nights longer I sit and sit and think, There comes no sight That hints on a solution, I stare at the sky without a blink.
The more and more I say it loud, I find in the sky, One more cloud… Weeping like a confused baby in the street; I quit thinking And promise not to do it again And then silently I sit.
On the sea-shore, Everyone is confused like me: The moon, the tide, the star fish and the wind; I chuck another pebble into the sea, And stand up, to go home; Thinking again… That I have changed my mind.
Dazzled, came one night, The earth, stopped for a moment, I felt my lonely tears turn into ink, Making my pen to talk, To talk to the deaf ears of the world, That whatever you may do, you can’t bury my words.
Just like that, a moment averted from my path, I started living the salvation, It commenced, at the very moment, to limn, All those thoughts and imaginations I did hath.
I forgot myself in the crowd, I forgot to make you feel thyself, Who once for possession of own, made me proud, The moments long back I long to belong, Where, on the seashore, I had left my flip-flop. I feel as if I hadn’t lived those moments with thee, As if the shore has been forgotten by the sea.
Like these lines above, to add a few, I can write just to make you feel my view. It’s simple now to say, What made my life was, You and only You.
I was looking at the rain Now and then. I just thought who made me stand like that?
And I found,
The earth is round,
When I walk away from myself,
I come back to me,
And surprising it sounds.
I wake up in the morning and see;
There is no one for me.
I wasted the potential
Running after others
They did not ever care
And now that I stopped, I feel lonely,
And to run again, I do not dare. I feel it and scream,
Oh my sweet past!
About you, I dream.
Stop being away,
Come, once, nearer;
I can show you what I see.
The potential that cries inside
The spark that starves for opportunity, And the boy standing alone,
Waiting here, for the next bus,
And everything but time is free.
Oh my words! I dare not call thou dear. Deep in my heart, I have an unidentified fear. Silence prevails And so doeth solitude, I fear one day, it’s ye, I may lose. So I think which of the patterns to choose.
A moment came… The bell rang! No answer came through; The words to the deaf ears, You have invoked though; Sometimes I feel I have to go back analyzing my life And to relive those moments, All through.
Waiting for your reply, Waiting here for centuries Or some extra hours, to add a few. Some times rude, some times sweet. Some times to express, some times to be quiet.
Miss you a lot, no matter I am busy or free; I feel myself as lonely as square root of three. …Do not know what happened to thee, For a ceremonious comeback of yours, Waiting here is me.
Out moving is the darkness with tiny lights spreading the hue; A confluence of glittering moments, Oh my words! I wish to wish for you.