Mystic Muse

A Mystic Muse
With hidden jewels of intense sorrow
that he wears joyously,
An absent- minded nobody
Who knows the art of
Making himself alone
Even among the company of
The known people, friends.
Chosen to walk on the path of gloom,
Dejection, desolation, woe & melancholy.
Yet nourishes a dreamlight.

Priceless humans are like this
They mingle in the crowd like nobody
And are always in guise.
A conch shell they create around them
The only way to find them
Is to look deep into their fused eyes...
To feel the stillness in their body language
To hear the Mystic Muse their heart sing ...
Unreachable to everyone.

Had nurtured a feeling to hear it...
Always...
Got lost or faded for sometime now
In the path of Life - a Sadhana.
Relivened again seeing him
-unchanged
And restored it.
Feeling utterly empty like a bamboo
That let the air runs through it
Fabricating a flute.

The Infinite Companion

I thought it's you...

In my intense wish to

grab hold of whatever is left of you

O Pure Eyed,

I went after the voice that rings in me...

You seemed like a ghost

Always there

Happy when I return to my room

I remember 

some nine years back

I asked

Can you hear me.

You had said 'yes'

With a smile.

The voice turns out to be a direction map

The qweek qweek of the metal detector

Closing in now losing altogether in the next moment.

To see your smiling eyes again

For your tick marks, good girl tags

I started doing

All that is good and more good

A single spark of anger, vice, jealousy, fear

You are not going to tolerate.

Your request-

I should blossom like a lotus.

And in it's full bloom

I carry offerings

Not pride.

I believe this is what you want me to be, O Virtous Love,

And started walking.

I have reached a place now

Where I find lotuses in full blooms everywhere...

And strange beautiful birds talking to me.

So, I sit down

And demanded your company

You said you are there

Within me

But my point is you have a body and are living

For you, your company, I have forsaken the world, every relation, every possession,  every shred of it and is roaming here and there...

Making myself as you wish...

But you didn't come.

If you don't come, why this journey.

So, you cheated me.

I don't believe this.

You have been so good to me.

But this is the truth-

You are not coming.

All the Lotuses withered

Birds flew away

Long pythons started swirling the place...

I see Eyes everywhere...

Fear clutches my essence like thousand legged tentacles...

And I ran mad miles after miles, sobbing, weeping, screaming, sleepless, night after night, shaking like a storm fed leaf...

Then the voice appeared again...

-'It's me...

I am there with you

Why worry.'

I asked- who are you?

The voice was silent.

You are the vibration coming from my soulmate, aren't you?

Aren't you his mind, dancing like thousands of bees in the branches of my inner trees!

Aren't you my friend from the past lives...

Walking along with me all the time...

'No, I am you.

I live inside you'

The voice answered.

And I am Love.

Now don't talk to me.

Listen only...

You will hear distant train sounds...

Kirtans, mantras, from far afar places...

Humming sounds of the Universe, flutes will sing for you in moonless nights...

Hear the Dum Dum Dum of Damroos...

And see millions of fiery beings dancing,

Pass the myriad honeycomb of caves,

Follow the one who is guiding you walking ahead of you all the time.

Mark the lights, twinkling in the dark, flickering flames..

One being many,

Many being one.

Time stands still.

Behold.

And realize -Soham!

Listen and smile.

I presumed black magic and thought I am posseed by a spirit and gone a wrong way leaving the Kalpataru behind.

But the voice kept calling me

See, I am totally harmless.

Feel.

I am you.

How come I damage you.

It's hard to make pact with the true reality.

Harder to shake hands with yourself.

Once it's done,

Nothing matters.

When one finds the absolute companion,

Worldly companionship seems like a vast burnt jungle seen in a dream.

O Mute, When You Talk

O Mute 

When you talk

The buds open up 

Their petals

Slightly

Waking up from 

Deep slumber ...

Your whispering vibrations

Creates sparks within the deep chambers of dark clouds....

You whirl around me

& the tectonic plates slides slow.... Real slow..

To show glitters of diamond ornaments trapped within ....

A lost life

A lost story comes alive....

The vertebrate straight structure of your back

Makes me remember a forgotten mountain loaded with opium flowers....

Your smile opens up coloured fountains

And Spring descends in showers ....

In your eyes

I see me

I see you

I see you & me 

In your eyes,

So many mysteries untied

Begging me to unknot them....

You a whirlwind 

Start a storm in my chest

Much awaited...

Enchant me ...

Maddeningly.

You are magic

That I never understood 

Nor desire to do so ....

Looking at You...

 Looking at you

I forgot how you look like.
Day by day just staring, bewildered at your dazzling eyes, brows, lips, cheeks and all that make up a face unforgettable, I forgot how you look like.

Is it that I did it just a shade more to the extreme side.
Did I just align my stares from your face towards my heart?
Was it that it's my heart I kept looking at all the time,
For you have left quite a while away, I can see it by now.
Or is it that
You stare back so intently,
You reflect me
So I forgot how you look like....

Its like one colour now.
Your essence and my heart
They vibrate with one rhythm
So, let's not just ponder over how I forgot your physical looks.
All I remember is you look like me.

Making of a Story

Drawing lines and myriad dots

With the help of leaves

That soon are going to loose their colour for eleven hours,

Mischievous Evening drops down upon earth along with her charioter, the twinkling fire flies, stars and moon with an intention of amusement....

Her chariot stumble upon 

 the number 9 in the clock

And She is hussed down

As mesmerizing Kali appears with the Tranquil Shiva ....

Kali says,

Let's party yet meditate

Lets twinkle yet meditate 

Let's whirl yet meditate

Let's shine yet meditate

Let's dance and meditate

Let's love Shiva and meditate....

So does everyone 

The firefly glows and meditate

The moon shines and meditate

The star twinkles and meditate

The earth whirls and meditate

Kali dances &

Shiva is loved 

Evening meets with mystique night

And a new story is made.

The Colour of the Blood of the Moon*

 The solitary moon glows

through out the night
Nothing stirs nothing happens
Few stars blink in a stupor.

At the wee hour
the lips of the night spreads
To blossom so many smiling milky white flowers
People assume the flowers have taken the white from the Sun.

The donor remains there in the day-sky unseen, silent.
The hooting owl couple knows, as they ecstatically exchange some quick jolly words to each other that echo from trees to trees ...
Kuum... kuuum... kummm ...
The yellow round beams of the eyes of the owl has seen the moon painstakingly painting each and every flower
One by one ...
When they wake up from the steep slides of the mother's womb ...

The darkness dances here and there knowing she has some colours now to cuddle and play with for a couple of hours... still she brims with joy and intoxication drips from her heavy limbs ...
She waves at the moon languidly and whispers, let's camp somewhere else in a far away land. I can hear the whirling wheels of the Sun' chariot.
The moon say, yes.

Together hand in hand they move
Through the half closed fairy tale books of the teenagers,
Towards a land where evening has started the initiation with the exhausted bodies of the general people, alert footsteps of the lion that leaves it's den for the night prowl, the blazing continuous fire of the medicant from a mountain top, the much awaited tinkling footsteps of the beloved.

Here ... 

They smile - the night and moon exchanging secret knowledge and settle down again...

*The Colour of the Blood of the Moon*

4.30am concieved
6.30 penned down

My Last Stay

 My Last Stay*

25.10.2022

My Last stay with the shrunken house- Lady on rent

In Market area of Jalandhar cantt, Punjab

With vile as her true companion and shrewd maliciousness as her true identity

And violent outbursts of a vampire...

I stayed.

with the freshly painted, remodelled 1room house with much priced wallpaper 

Somehow was so painful to my bio-mental set up,

It crashed.

Everything was intact. Every corner was organised.

But something whispered-

Nothing i find here

With which i can connect 

& feel grounded, acclinatized

After a while,

And failed to operate normal.

Sleepless nights continued 

With shaken, shrivelled, desected days, following.

Every fibre of the system was out of the place.

A Foreign feeling took to the root of Alienation.

Here in Kanan Vihar,

With another dishelved house lady whose heart breeds contempt, suspicion, fire, poison, machinations for me, 

Again in an 1 roomed room arrangement,

closed-fisted or almost restricted to 1 day meal only ...

Whose walls have gone so old,

Whose malfunctioned toiletries,

No washing machine,

No water filter,

Have to go down to fetch water with lot of sarcasm

Like the last stay where the punjabi lady keeps on passing bitter remarks and demands to fetch water for her from far away source,

My time river has arrivef 

Again in an one roomed arrangement 

Where i can access the fridge with vile taunts...

With peeled Paints here and there, imaginary creatures keep crawling to my amusement 

Like a fairytale has unfolded again...

My bio-rhythm breaks occasionally 

And Kundalini ran down in utter shock to hide in unreachable caverns,

But keep climbing to Sahasrara

And reestablishes the bio-rhythm 

As I see the signature of my father upon the foundation of this building 

And a painstaking voice of someone knocks at my door asking for help and with namkeens and sweets as offering of a grateful heart who followed me and the same path I took to come to this earth

And somehow finds the thread to remember me

In long drainage of forgetfulness of a defunct mind.