Living

There was this sudden urge in me,
Since I had some time free,
To write a few lines about,
The thing that makes me truly happy without a doubt.

Just on thinking about it,
I could see inside me lit,
A while light of purity and delight,
But I am not sure if it is right,
To give dimensions to something,
That for me is more blessed than the temple bell's ring.

Probably it is still defining itself,
Growing into not what I had left, but something else.
No, I am not sad on its change,
Because it has not disappeared, but is only showing its range,
Of how diverse it could be,
Something that would come and energise me,
With its presence just being felt,
One moment ice, next moment it would melt,
Turning invisible or into something else,
Coming out only when there is the slightest of stress,
To make me reach the pinnacle of true happiness,
Clearing inside me the previously created mess.

I would literally sway from the inside,
As if I were facing some tide,
Full of peace, joy and perseverance,
And feel as I was neither tensed,
Nor dejected about any situation,
It would help me as if it were in my relation.

What is this actually?
I probably wont be able to tell factually.
But I like it in any form it comes,
And then swiftly tries to run,
Far away and disappear in the universe of my thoughts,
There isn't one incident to prove it, but lots.

Is it a part of me rescuing me?
Or someone else from the heavenly tree,
Who would come and set me free,
From the puzzles whose part I dont like to be.

Whoever or whatever it is,
I just hope it stays with me as long as my soul lives,
Even if I go and join the only known one,
And then be felt as the Spirit of the Sun. . .

Lightening

Why is this white light
Shining so bright?
It is turning me blind,
And I am unable to find,
Something I have been looking for,
And has being causing an uproar,
Within me, So quietly,
That you can hear it on sitting silently.
Now I know why silence can be deafening,
Sometimes things are totally opposing,
Of what they actually are,
Things that are close, seem to be far.
People might think it is a mirage,
That small things seem extra large.
Topsy-turvy goes life while moving,
No one cares for one who keeps brooding,
Who tries to attract undeserving attention,
Not actually even worth a mention.
My thoughts above might seem to you as quite random,
But then, probably you are unable to see the angle,
Of them being inter-related.
Once you do, you ll be elated.
This is not a poem because the last words are rhyming,
But it is my thoughts and their timing.
So extensive they might look on reading one time,
On understanding them, you will see they actually bind,
Different thoughts together,
Which seem to be placed just like that one after the other.
Why do I justify my thoughts, I don't know,
They are coming out in a flow.
I am just sharing them right now with you..
And I am the only one who knows all these words are so true....