You Camouflage ......... 🪩✨️✨️✨️All over ... everywhere around me constantly looking at me, smiling- marking my every move,
loving me always - encouraging, forcing me to forge ahead -
jerking, making me awake from the fatal slumber, cooing, buzzing - leaving notes written with no script, always around- eager to appear...
but silent as you know I m still not ready...Here you are... and here you are not...
I don't find joy knowing this nowadays
after the long fifteen years of mystic brush with you.
I cried and noone heard noone bothered, laughed, and threw me as leftover.
You heard and comforted me. I am not to know this,
I was lost, no consciousness- in a coma half-dying.
I didn't know when you came nursed me, caressed my bruises ...
healed my deep dark wounds slowly... i didnt know anything...
But understanding now joining one piece with the other of this grand puzzle of my lifepath.
I know it's useless to thank you
I m breathing today without gasping - all because of you, O healer... I am confident and strong today -
its because you inserted those grains drop by drop in every other day till i sustain and get up from the demonic pit.
Okay, so I won't say thank you... but would like to say with a silent cry churning painfully my heart that - I definitely miss you.
Whatever I was searching everywhere in every face - it was only you.
I miss you more now...
O Everything, its the month of May when you send me to this earth and make me bring the one - the "Light Soul" you wanted to import....
Its the same May and I am again trembling... happening for some days now... a small rustle of leaves touching me as thunderstorm undoing every effort of yours....
Help save your temple..... where you are gonna reside if your place is flooded and ransacked..
are you waiting patiently
The knowledge- the path, the lense that you gave me is working perfectly and I have redeveloped the deteste for everything the is not nature defined and validated by you.
I can see and feel my childhood days...
The nauseated mornings turning into comforted afternoons and the evenings of solace...
The same pattern is repeating itself...
The renaissance is making me restless and anchored at the same time.
I am hurt to see how people act nonsense, low level - cant cross the basic-instinct-fencing their act, talk full with futility.
Disgust soars me, boredom encircles me...
I don't understand what I m doing here where everything has become meaningless,
what I m doing here where I don't belong...
Where is my world, my place,
Where are my type of people.
O Blue Whale, lying there in the ocean beneath me, unseen,When will you surface- come to me, trusting me...
Tell me when I will be ready?