Like the Ocean Waves

Longing for them,

I feel this heart loving them.

It is not the longing to be near,

But it is for them to be alright, in clear.

It is okay, to be here,

As I still feel them as real, in here.

The ultimate thing I could need for us,

Is for you to smile and for me to see that sight.

The distance of the physical world,

I would appreciate and not curse.

It did brought me to realization

That you are not far, but away a thought.

And the meaning, the feeling of your entity

sweeps in and embraces me warm,

like a blanket made of sunshine,

protecting, uplifting and loving me unconditional.

The vision of you is enough,

To send love, healing and peace your way.

The faith of it reaching you is like knowing,

That one wave of the ocean

Will move the other wave,

No matter how big the ocean.

A valley far away…

An open night sky,

The stars and the moonlight.

In a valley, somewhere far away,

A traveler with a small lit fire.

Burning still strong,

enough to be seen

among the magnificent grandness.

River flowing nearby, heard but not visible,

Assuring and sending the signs of life.

The Flowers among the grass

gives away

a fragrance so sweet,

Yet so mightily bright

even among the darkness of night.

The grass, like a mother

soft and comforting.

The fire in the dark,

Like a father,

Standing between you and the world.

Drifting into a sleep, with the starlit sky,

Knowing you will be alright,

After a restful night.


You are a feeling to me,

that arises in your presence, your voice, your name, your thought.

You are the comfort during my perseverance,

You are the safety during my uncertainties,

You are the joy of belonging,

When I am the loneliest.

You are my mother, my father, my friends dearest.

You have different forms and names outside,

But the feeling that arises, Its all inside.

The form will change and mold with time,

But nothing can ever erase what I feel inside.

Even when I vanish and become the air breathed,

The love I feel for you/ by you,

Will still be in those tiny specks;

That makes a breeze

Bringing shadow to the light (26/3/2021)

The intoxicated, The angry , The entitled,

Came to me with their vices.

Poked me, threatened me and degraded me,

To check if I had it.

If I had the will for patience,

If I had the will for perseverance,

If I had the will to keep my composure.

Labelling their vices, I realized,

Why they rocked my boat with their tides.

The intoxicated called for my ‘uninhibited’,

The angry roared to hear a roar back from my ‘savage’,

The entitled slyly instigated my ignorant, low frequency ‘self centredness’,

They all together tapped and tapped and tapped into my darkness.

Shadow work is not acting on our dark repressed emotions, it’s about being aware and accepting our darkness.

We, The Manifests

Can’t be anyone but me,

Doesn’t work anyways if not me.

Cornered, Questioned, Doubted and Despised,

All these might be ,

The price but also the reason for being who you were manifested to be.

I can be you and you can be me,

Most likely, we are one and the same being,

But you still have to be you and I have to be me,

Just like the individual droplets that makes the sea.

We will be alright

This life is so capricious,

It only gets realized

when its unpredictability manifests.

We get so used to

What we are used to.

That we are literally swept away

Out of our blissful existence.

We are not ignorants but we are survivors,

We are not deserving of such heart wrenching condition.

It’s mostly the randomness and the meaningfulness of the randomness of this expression.

Peace and Joy can be seen outside and can be felt inside,

Though the reliability of the inside can be counted upon,

But not the outside.

Manifestation of unconditional love, Sending you through these words.

Road Abandoned

Leaving the path that burdens my soul,

I am going for the road that is good for my soul.

Not meant to be alive for such dread, draining the soul,

I am going to use my life force for my one and only cause.

No guilt, No doubt about the unburdening of the soul,

I lived through all those years, Not to be timid but to be bold.

This is going to end as it started,

But I am going to live till the last breathe,

By doing what I survived for.

Obviously, I am a good person !

Black and White

Dark and Light

One to love and one to despise,

How so naive

To choose these sides,

When the wrong does not exist without the right.

The page so white when the black ink inscribed,

The moon so white when the pitch blackness of the sky.

The struggle of human mind,

Whether to accept the darkness, or just pretend there is only light.

To look away,

when the surge,

The allure to darkness arise,

And to tell yourself

that only good is all that exist inside.

Good and Bad reside together,

Later the acceptance,

Longer will be the path to self realization.

I have a feeling that there is some part of me,

That is present in the one that I see,

The hundredth chance wasted is not enough to break the link,

How I live with every part of me every waking day,

Is just how, I accept every sharp edges of the one that I see.

The Mist

He said, “As if the mist cleared, I realized I am here.”

“Walking through the mist, I didn’t know the difference between the I and the other.”

“Stepping out of it I became and became the others.”

Before me, there was no me and after me there will be no me,

All that was, all that will be;

Into the one it will be,

From the one it came to be.