Wake

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.

From soul to flesh to whole we are… in transit,

Like imagination to reality to eternal we become… in transit.

In search of light, we push through dark in transit,

In presence of light, we cease to appear in transit.

What seems like a long haul route with static facade,

Look out, Not around to see your arrival. You are in transit.

The captain declared this flight is short but rewarding,

Don’t burden yourself with heavy belongings, while in transit.

Metamorphosis

How far did I come…? Sometimes I ask myself, Why?

Leaving you along with some very cherished days, I decided to go out alone into the lanes of unknown destinations. I saw land and water together merging to form a faint canvas of your creation. Countries, oceans just went by without showing any boundaries. There are no boundaries… Everything faints to become dimensionless like faith when you elevate.

I waited too long to see someone I recognize, or someone who recognizes me, leaving behind all those who were mine. Irony, isn’t it?

Life gets simpler when you are ready to explore it.  The world becomes smaller when you are ready to travel it. Except loneliness everything is easy to get by, until one learns to find a lasting company within yourself.

I remember trying to grab at possible limits of alertness, had put up a face of confidence, but feeling quite nervous inside. Figuring my way to the farthest gate for boarding all alone at the London airport. Walking and talking by myself and an aura of your faith surrounding me.

New faces, new places… how much it triggers my past to come shadow my mind. When I see up above, I see the same sky… It fills my heart with sweet contentment that it’s the same sky that stretches over my home too. Sun makes me wonder what time it must be at home… Moon makes me miss my bed, my room.

This world is indeed a colorful place. I have seen people of many colors now. Talking in different languages, still same old human emotions flows underneath. I feel an impulse to understand it all and a repulse to go back home.

It’s a new phase… Being a home maker now makes me realize what it takes to transform into a woman from a girl.  Yet the child within cries to go back into the everlasting sweet fragrant past, where things were random, words were confused, dreams were many, yet life was at its best…

  • Journal entry from 2008

Unsaid

The mist of past is lifting
Someone wants me to see
There may be a new day breaking
Gold and crimson is set free

Did I say I past many oceans
Many mountains did I see
Though eyes remained forever closed
Gold and crimson did set free

With paper thin divisions 
And passage wide and long
My walk was never lonely 
To many planets I felt I belonged

Between the spoken words
And those I left unspoken
Your worth cannot be measured
A reason never forgotten 

You filled my cracks without an ask
Oh so often and so deep
Gave a chance so I recover 
Until a crack is all I seek...

Across the million valleys
With madness and resolve
I counted many stars each night
But now I hear this call..

The mist of past is lifting
You have to come and see
There is a new day breaking
Gold and crimson is set free