Do you notice how fragile and laced with desperation must be the state when one runs towards you in pitch darkness.. not knowing the path but running at a blazing speed and hoping to be caught by your embrace. When I run towards you I fully recognize my utter incompetence and I can sense the weight of the hopes I carry..

I read your verses to find a meanings but in reality the act of reading your words itself makes me emotional and grateful. You asked me to reflect but how… How difficult it is to reflect on something so deep and vast when my intellect is limited.. and yours limitless. Each verse so heavy.. I leaves me shaking in fear that I may not understand the wisdom behind it and as I continue I get overwhelmed by constantly reading more profound words.. all woven together so perfectly. How do I retain the knowledge when your channel of wisdom never stops flowing..

But I would rather live each moment of my existence being reduced to indivisible fragments, overwhelmed, helplessly aware of my limited comprehension, floating in awe of your divinity.

Something can be said about a realization that there comes a time when your own shadow can’t keep up with you. As you zip past it, you can glance back and it is still there..

A million thoughts racing at astronomical speed, some from past while others hinging on future fighting to get a space where they will ultimately reach an equilibrium.. but silently you remain aware that your own shadow is left way behind, imprinted like the immortal marks on the walls in Hiroshima while the conscious mind has eloped wtih entropy.

But there is something beyond the mind and physical self, that becomes the closest confidante.. an observer full of wisdom. A friend that simply accompanies without any strings attached. Is it the soul or God himself? The one who knows the shortcuts yet pushes you to take a long stroll.. the one who knows that everything is temporary yet compels you to make memories and plans with unnecessary efforts, the one that knows how the story ends but patiently let’s you write your own pages.

In this magically serene yet chaotic world, it is starting to profoundly sink in that we are indeed made of stars dust.. A periodic table jumbled up in a form that longs complete liberation.. a law of nature.. waiting every second of every minute to disappear to become fully present everywhere.

How soothing a thought to leave the stage and become part of the audiance. For once to clap and cheer the impeccably powerful presence of void and fulfilments all at once.

Visualize a river of molten gold or of pitch darkness.. despite the velocity, from a distance it is mostly difficult to notice any movement. A spread so uniform, so flawless visually that even large turbulences go unnoticed. It happens but camouflaged in its aura.

It is not meant to be apparent but if you get in its way, you can certainly notice its power, direction and also the sweeping currents.

There is wisdom behind it only known to the source and the seekers.

Write… so you can read,

Read to revisit all those places you long for.

Write… so you can smell,

Smell the fragrance softened in sleeping chambers of your memories.

Write… so you can see,

See how you evolved against the tune of life.

Write… so you can hear,

Hear the conversations that moved your mountains.

Write… so you can preserve,

Preserve the lightest vibration of your brightest thoughts.

Write… so you can strive,

Strive to go on till the very end.

Write… so you may forget,

Forget the distractions that festers today.

I rode through it,

With a hope that someday,

I will tell you all about it.

I rode through it,

Picturing how you will realize,

reconcile and recognize me.

I rode through it,

Ignoring the hurt,

while facing my scars in the making.

I rode through it,

Believing someday I will finally arrive,

And you will be around.

But now with time, Is it forgetfulness or reckoning?

The memories of my Journey is starting to fade..

what if I forget all that I needed to tell you?

What if I forget where you reside?

Scatter the ruins of my life in the sea,
For as long as I know, I have stood by the shore.

My tears added to its salinity,
My thoughts have evoked those waves to release.

Those billows know me, they have touched my feet,
They know where to go, They know what I seek.

Scatter the ruins of my life in the sea,
It will sink and I shall be liberated.

Having spent my time being afloat all along,
Crusted, forgotten and glistening with sand.

I long to be anchored, now I long to be found,
By the salt of the ocean, by the depth against the ground.

Scatter the ruins of my life in the sea,
Weight and depth will finally embrace.

It may swell the horizon with misty blue,
As the fervor of my ruins kisses the cold hue.

Oh! How I wish to be weightless,
Like forgiveness rendered, like forgiveness redeemed.

When we hurried to bury the flames of our desires,
A few sparks were left un-doused…
They bloomed into roses,
This frigid city has since been high on raging colors and fragrance.

In this city of feelings, we have all become writers with no one left to read.
I have memorized word by word each story I wrote.
I read it to myself in times when I can’t feel.

In the wake of silence just close your eyes to clearly hear how far and deep the melody of your life stretches. And when you can find the whispers, the laughter, the sobs, the cry from the past and perhaps the trumpets of future, Recognize you only have the present.

Let the candle inside of you burn leaving behind a soft fragrance on one end of an awaiting wick. But the light that glows… That is only for today.

It is a matter of time before you, who is a mass assembled to function as a unit will disperse into an expanding universe. Before then, why not save ourselves from dispersing? Why not pull ALL that is…

In the wake of silence, know that when the moment will come, silence will be eternal.