Author: Sayali Talvelkar

It would be preferable to not have any form,

Just the energy and its source warm,

No need to be this or that

On this stage to perform.

Although, this is what I was given to work with.

No pride or arrogance but the constant observer speaking.

Observing every adversities and the dirt around,

Trying to drag this being down,

She didn’t use force, but she transformed,

She didn’t curse, but she moved on.

She might have thought of giving up,

But she still continued betting on her strength.

She says kill me or I become stronger,

She says I live so I will prepare,

For there is more to come.

Energy of the source she is,

But I am proud of the person she is.

Going back in time, I see her strength,

And Coming back to time , I remember who she is.

Before and now, they have their hush voices and rumours,

But maybe she is more interesting than their own lives and mirrors.

She was the warrior,when they saw a kid,

She is a fighter, defending her will to live.

It will be preferable to not have any form,

But if there is a choice again, her’s is what I bet on.

Buddha said, that suffering is an inevitable part of living.

It is caused by desires and attachments,

Suffering can be eliminated or managed by

Re-calibrating those desires and attachments.

The desires and attachments are many for the many individuals;

And the root cause of suffering is the attachment to the perception of an ‘identity’ and the desire to fulfill that ‘identity’.

These ‘identities’ are like the puzzles with ever-changing puzzle pieces,

We find one piece and the other piece somewhere else changes, changing the whole puzzle.

Hence,

Making the task of finishing the puzzle and fulfilling the identity unending and unreachable.

If ‘I’, the identity is bound by the desires and attachments,

And the desires and attachments are bound to the identity ‘I’;

Therefore, ‘I’ is bound to ‘I’.

Freedom is for the (no)one, who sees the puzzle and its puzzle pieces,

For what they are and not what (no)one is.

Is it a cruel world,

Or this day is just one of those ones.

Most likely it is the latter one,

But the world and its character still begs to be questioned.

It is not far fetched,

for the cruelty verdict

with way too many evidences,

I hurt, you hurt and so does everyone, we are the one who makes up this ‘world’,

What do we make of that hurt (individually),

Do we hurt more or we take one step back

To heal and break the cycle, Once and for all.

As

The ones with the knife and the ones cut by it,

Are both so similar,

That given another circumstance,

They are very easily interchangeable.

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.

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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.

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.

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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.

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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.

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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…

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.

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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.

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

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.

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.

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Manifestation of unconditional love, Sending you through these words.

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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.