The clouds hurled in, And the thunder gurgled, Today, they ask you to stay out of its way But there’s never ending delusion of chores There’s race and charts for pace Being someone and getting somewhere The thunder and the clouds thrathened They will whisk and wash your ego away Truce brings dead poets and... Continue Reading →
Your eyes gleam with kindness and wisdom, and yet you, paint and paint, The exterior in colours whose shades cover the brilliance of your own, The …Oh!! Dusky one
Run to the end of life. Run errands. Run through moments. Tick the boxes and live a second hand curated life based on second hand experiences of collected content absorbtions. Is the Dark and Bold enough to let some - “Be”
The inner critic is a reflection of the consciousness around you . What did it tell you about you? I want to tell you -seek self again without those influences and find the broader experience of self. That’s what most will know you for.
Immerse in life and light some lives Words feel like Laws and rule Preachings of “BE Positive and Stay Calm, When did you find answer in them Let them be unheard These orders for slaves Be you : be sad, worry, be selfish, be mad : just stay open to learning about self The portals... Continue Reading →
The universe, nature, elders, nurturers are blankets that cosmos connects us with, on our journey to self-realization. Letting them know "I am grateful"
Hobbies of inner child: Chasing bliss Moulds are many, Good nurturers as any, Mine is never quite ready, May it never be, Fixed and formed, It moved, flows, grows and evolves, It is vast enough to fit ‘childhood of the world’ Deep enough to submerge ‘the crave of carer’s love’ But the hope is that... Continue Reading →
It’s a story of a soul. This soul didn’t know it’s goal, It was searching within a hole Hole of gives and takes Hole of profit and loss Counts, countdowns, races Yet somewhere buried within This soul- a buzzard concepts of whole, Had seen care where it was free, Pure and priceless, Stupid, she was... Continue Reading →
The vessel isn’t all that wise or old But rivers have moved through it Many times, Many nodes Is it then the experience of the vessel Or Is it the to the credit of the source? -Rupika Moitra
The thorn and the bloom- they stick together. But the eye choses it’s view To know self- love, we start with trying to know what is self made of. Uniquely, the quantities differ but our light parts and shadow bits come together to make the self The process of understanding self begins with understanding our... Continue Reading →