Incoherence

Experiencing journey of a lifetime
as if it was and will always be there
in this smallest fragment of time,

as minuscule as  it may seem
there’s invariably background noise
and, then, there’s this white noise.

“Is it a crime?” I often ask myself
crime to interpret it as it is,
or to trust what they believe it to be
I don’t know anymore, ‘thou’ or ‘thee.’

Eventually, so-called-meaningless space, untapped
so-called-ever-lasting-mechanistic days, transmuted
into a continuous-flow-of-energy, with utter grace
it exclaimed, ‘Eureka!’  And I found my own way.

Interconnectedness

So many humans interconnected to our life
through motley of thoughts that the day we die
we miss the moments lived before good-byes

All the wisdom that sprang upon our life
by experiencing things on our day out
or just by having a healthy sleep at night

Be brave but be afraid to always say 'Yes'
Live sparingly but do charity profusely
Don't use words/time carelessly but sagaciously
Forgive everyone but do not forget the experience

So much wisdom for one night
but the truth is always inside
and always in front of our eyes

All we have to do is to make a choice
to serve the connectedness of our life
or to surrender the meaningful lives

No matter what you choose to do
even if you choose to be ignorant

We will still miss the moments we want to cherish
we will still picture the past based on the present
we will still value those lives that we touched
or the lives which gave us motley of thoughts.

Present

Hmm, sigh!
Is that all left to say?
a lone traveler contemplates
searching for words to elaborate.

We are all nomads peregrinating here and there
destined to meet somewhere
expecting to get somewhere
wishing to keep the candle-of-hope lit forever.

No, you're not alone, but you're a lone traveler
equipped with an exalted super-power
a power you must choose wisely
endued to you by an upper deity.

The power advocates you to transmute:
-fear into your better half
-depression into introspection
-regrets into lessons

With curiosity, traveler cried: "Name the power that lies within me."
noting the changes in the pitch, surrounding whispered
a susurration was felt near the traveler's ear, and it cried:
"See those leaves flying, wind buttressing leaves to fly
 through your senses infer what in front of you lies.
 The power to value the present for what it is
 by disbarring cacophonies of the past
 by occluding wanna-be-thoughts of the future
 a power which will lie with you forever
 that is the power I am whispering to you, traveler."

Hmm, sigh!
that is not all left to say
let me laugh, let me pray
let me cry, let me play
of all the choices I make
I will be the one to face
Not you, not them
but my present.

Assimilation

Walking with the Master, following as he moves
Breathing with the Master, synchronizing to his each breath
Concentrating with the Master, analyzing through his eyes
Relaxing with the Master, folding myself with his death.

Master asked: "What is wrong with you?"
I, in a befuddled state, answered: "There's something arcane about you."
"You've to look deep inside," He said, "You will have to articulate yourself to get to the root."
"Don't just look; but deliver your thoughts and see, 'just see'."

Astonished as I got; I started craving for more and more 
noticing my each step; as I walk on this holy Earth
feeling my each breath; antecedent to one that was last
started asking myself: "What am I doing here? Why am I so far?"

Master cried, vociferously: "Back to the source, back to the source!!
no wonder when you don't 'see', you'll miss the shore
Inhale and exhale, you reach to the center of your home
who says that you're close to the never-ending storm."

I grinned, and as I sat I returned to the source
there was never anything more and more
real happiness was inside me all along
my own head was enough, and is enough
to see through vicissitudes of emotions
to admire mere beauty of the presence.

From the absolute reflection of the mirror, I knew
From the explorations of my perseverance, I knew
I can walk with the Master, I can breath with the Master
I can concentrate with the Master, I can relax with the Master
I am the Master, and I am the Master!

Transient Conclusion

Sitting with a mind of complete confusion
staring at the stars for any weird connection
step out of the door-love-without any omission
sovereignty of yours over my decision.

... Look at me for once, how I am waiting to die
Carry me no more, just deliver your thoughts with mine.

Step by step walking all days
thinking-smoking-drinking are now past-days
Hallelujah to gray pranks I shared on the way
called you everyday-even twice on Sundays.

But No, No, I don't know where you are
Are the colours of bad turning blue?
No more let me stay away
come for once, and say:-"I hate you, anyway."