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.

Self

This might actually be fiction,

The words I write right now

Feels very real as I carve them,

But so does a dream when you are dreaming ,

Who is to say that this is not a very surreal dream that the self is dreaming;

Who is to say that this is not just one of the form the self has taken that is me;

Who is to say that that self isn’t you, isn’t them, isn’t me?

World is on fire, Again.

The fated or the random events that happens around us,

Catch us off guard.

They do,

because of the state of comfort before the fire,

and the assumption of the permanence of that comfortable state.

When that comfort is swept away as it has always been the case,

We throw our hands up in the air in agitation,

Sometimes metaphorically and sometimes literally.

It is all to human to do that, to feel that.

The fact that the world has been on fire in the past as it is now

and most certainly will be again lit,

Does not stop us to keep hoping that it doesn’t;

Such is the Sisyphean condition of human nature.

Amor Fati

How different are you than the person lost in space without an anchor,
This place, this earth, our home is also moving in space untethered.
I,  sitting on a bed, on an apartment floor, on the ground of earth, in the vast cosmos.
All moving towards an Unknown Fate.
Just the difference is that I am in the thickest of the comfort of known
While the person in space is heads on with the unknown.
Both are eventually facing the unknown fate, me in the bubble and the person outside of it.