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In This Moment

I am complete in this moment. Not in parts, the picture is clear now, the puzzle is solved. I breathe in quietness and the quietness decides to stay. Nothing binds me, I stay stationary, yet I flow in space. The cacophony dies smoothly and turns into a wave of delight. I hold this wave and throw it on the ground breaking it into a rainbow.

Towards the light I walk and the light walks towards me. We will meet one day, the journey begins in this moment.

Dust

And the mirror broke.
[Source – Pixabay]

Living in a quiet and slow dust storm, I wonder if I am moving at all. Just as I approach the wall, it becomes dust and so does everything else.

What makes me thirsty? Is it the sound of future, my desire to see it or the knowledge of nothing? Sliding, swaying, fumbling I reach a well and quench my thirst happily.

Often a friend guides me, though, who borrows memories from whom isn’t clear to me as of now. But I am sure of my useless attempts to gather the dust after it is all gone.

Standing still I come across a sea of mirrors, I choose one and take the place in front of it. I tell myself I am ready to take the dive, the mirror repeats my words and then without a sound or any movement, I turn into dust.


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Opposite the Nadir

Short Lyrical Prose
White cloudy raga plays… and I am still walking.
[Source – Pixabay]

The igneous surface I am walking on has a tremendous sound stored in it, but in a dense state so that the land appears dead.

The colour is thick black; it stains me anew with every step that I take, entering breath by breath within.

Smog-heavy mood, like heavy chains, has made me hunchbacked. Hollow quietude stays along, walking next to my faint shadow.

I utter nothing, nothing at all – all noise is of the wind; the wind ruffles around greasily, overwhelming me with dullness.

The mind is whimsical, I tell myself after some days’ journey; I continue ahead.

Where to, I ask, am I going?


That was the last I heard from myself.

But I am still walking, walking towards what lies opposite the nadir.


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Weighing Up

Locked in a room without a door, I am divided into two. Now red, the walls resent me for something I am unaware about. But the other side of me knows nothing of it. Lost in dancing, this part of me can see a ray of light. A strange light that brightens up whenever I dance.

The red walls and the part sitting rigidly next to it can also see the strange light and me, dancing. Ecstasy shared a blissful piece with me. When did this happen?

When a part of me almost left the room, a part of me refused to move.

I know nothing about the strange light and this nothingness has brought me closer to freedom. But the flustered part of me is stuck and is waiting for an invisible veneer of conflict to accept defeat. And the truth awaits.

Likewise!

The path I took…
[Image by Gudrun Becker from Pixabay]

When I said, “I don’t know”

They said, “Hah, but we know.”

They don’t know me at all,

Standing up on the wall,

They look down at me and shout,

“You are dying silly, lookout.”

I tremble as the screams hit me,

Drab and numb, says my graphic tee…

I tumbled, tripped and hurt my toe,

But I stood up and decided to go.

I smiled and said, “I know now.”

They said to me, “But how?”


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On The Way

Do you know the path or are you just following?
It must be clear and dear and more than ‘nothing’,
Going along the bends and lifts,
Soft and cruel; when you accept it
Change fits you and it hits you,
Questions arise and answers fall,
Struggling hard you stand tall
This makes you, you and the path yours.
And I see my path and I can’t see my path
Forgetting all I sometimes turn,
Turn again and lessons learnt
I walk on it, then I stop and gaze,
I say, ‘show me out of the maze’
Laughter, then a voice murmurs ‘Your path, your ways’.

The Window is Open

I don’t know where the path is leading,
Broken footsteps lost the meaning.
Shouted calmness to me,
Something of nothing everywhere to see.
Work, work…don’t just think,
Cry baby, doll face…my hands still pink.

 

Numb and dull still very much vain,
After all we humans reign.
Conquer the war, do it, do,
Push and pull if you can, pass the zoo.
Hello dear, how are you??
Fake greetings all so true.

Shy shy me, I don’t speak much,
Step on the quiet, world is such.
Move on, keep going,
Not living, just moaning.

Can see the sunrise, but I choose nightfall,
I hear the light, let me make a call.
Tall shadow, my mind reads,
Tear the earth and plant seeds.

The window is open.
Image by Anne Meadows from Pixabay

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