I Wish I Could Describe

As I walked in the club,
I could see everyone dance.
The way they were dancing.
They weren't in this world.

Was everyone on some drug?
Could I get some, somewhere?

But I didn't want to disturb,
these trance people on their turf.

Not able to find another spectator,
I continued spectating.

Slowly. I started feeling the music,
My feet started tapping. My head started shaking.

Before I knew, I was trance-like myself.
I can't describe that feeling.

No drugs. Not high on anything. Flying.
No worries. No inhibitions. No right. No wrong.

Any thought, made the feeling stronger.
The feeling of freedom? of flying?

I wish I could describe.

I don't know, I know, I don't know

In this dark moonless night,
I search for a shadow in this forest.
A shadow of what or whom, I don't know.
Something that perhaps gives me something?
What do I need, I wish I knew! Comfort? Direction? Understanding?
But when I get it, I know, I'll know.

Should I stay here and keep waiting, keep thinking?
Or should I keep exploring the forest in this search?

I feel that I am fixed to the ground,
By nails I didn't hammer in.
When and where did they come from, I don't know.
So I guess, for now, I am stuck.
Waiting, again for rustling of the leaves,
To show a sign that something is around...

Just another sound, besides these crickets working overtime.

The 'Difficult' Journey

Why settle for a little rest?
When you are made for the best!

Why look for fruits?
When you are made for the truth?

If only you knew your worth,
You wouldn't be playing in this dirt.

Don't be afraid of the burns,
This time it is your turn.
The more you will burn,
The brighter you will become inturn.
No one can take it away from you,
To endure "so much", is a privileged of only a chosen few.

It might sometimes feel,
like you are falling in a bottomless pit.
But what safer place to fall?
When you know there is nothing you will hit.

If you do hit 'rock bottom',
let's hope there is a spring.

Imagine how high will you go...

What do I do with it?

some conversations left unfinished,

times we somewhat relished

none are ever going to come back.

They won't ever be the same. ever.

I wonder if it is us that has changed?

Or has time created this distance?

Tracks that touched each other, 

then running parallel, now drifting apart.

It seems like you never look back,

or do you look when I turn away?

It feels strange to ask you this now,

You are stranger than a stranger somehow.

Yes, we will find more people around us,

But there was a part of me that you have taken,

And a part of you that you have left.

What do I do with it?

Explorations of a Homely Being

I have a very big house,
I haven't seen it completely.
I was exploring it, but got bored.
Through the walls, out I tore...
And wandered into the unknown woods

How far am I from home?
Will I remember the way back?

Just then I saw this wonderland,
Walking through it,
I explored the games,
the bright lights at night.
Everyone seemed so... happy.
Is this what heaven is?
Can I stay here?

But I was just an explorer,
Or perhaps only an observer.
I knew this isn't where I belong.

Where do I belong?

Can I find my way back to my big house?
Is there another path to it I don't know of?
Only one way to find out...
Let's start walking.

Movement in Stillness

People may talk of importance of stillness,
But with stillness, movement is important too.

Perhaps movement is more important.

Movement in your stillness,
Movement, in this moment to the next.

In both journeys, internal and external,
If you ever turn back, no two moments must be the same.

But if at some juncture you are stuck,
Something unknown, unexplained, is stopping you,
From the next stage to make it through,
Pause for a moment and feel,
Either your internal or external journey,
Will still have it's wheels turning.

Don't wait for the other to get mobile,
Hop on to the moving wagon.
Hoping the other journey will restart at some point again,
And will catch up. Even if it means, it has to fly.

An Apple Like Me

As I lay under the tree,
I saw this apple staring at me.

We started a conversation,
Both talking about our lives.

After a while both of us realised,
We were but brothers in disguise.

Here's what the apple told me:

I was once a seed,
and then slowly grew into what you see.
Some of my friends rot.
I was lucky, I did not.
Some of us look similar,
but when we ripen - so different.
Soon .I will fall down,
Maybe on you! Feel free to eat me!
Most of the times when we are eaten,
people throw away the seeds.
But some, bury the seeds in the ground.
And a few lucky ones grow up into this kind of a tree.
In who's shade someone like you will lie, and talk to an apple like me.