Stuck in the cycle of life...

Anchored in Karma,

Chained to the past

Life tries to break free

From darkness that is lost

Among memories that were forgotten

Among things that were not done

Among friends that were not made

Among roads that were not ...taken

Among choices that were made

And choices that were not.

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Om Namah Shivaya

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Alone again... naturally...

Hey, are you there?

Its nice, I value you ...

Hanging on to the past

But you know?

I got entangled in the bush

Again

But

Hey, don't you worry

I will come out of it, once again

May be with few scratches ...

But same, as new as ever

As I always was....

And ofcourse I will cross this Jungle

Once again... unscathed

So don't worry.

And Lifes magical moments

Lets you play with the fire again

And singe

Again and again

And let's you... Ask

Why?

Maybe

To let you know

That there is no way

If one leaves an empty space

That can not be filled

Drop by drop

Moment by moment

Something will....

Some one will....

May be on a different plane?

And some emotions gets stretched

Taut strings

Across the lonely guitar

Tighter

To play the life's note

As

One by one

Each string breaks

Raising a melodious song

To reverbrate in the future

Thrashing on some threshhold

May be there will not be any more notes left

To play any more

May be

The notes will play

Alone again

Naturally.

Om Namah Shivaya

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Breaking Strands...

How it feels
When each strands that held us together
Starts breaking.
One by one
With every twang, another strand looses
Its bonding with the rest

One by one
The one breaks away
From the memories
The touch
And the belongingness
Like some one plucking
Petal by petal
Loves me, Loves me not
While the flower
Dies a slow death.

Wish you were here
Holding unto my arms
A promise of loved future
and a dying breath
How it feels to lie down slowly
In the loneliness
Of timeless
Fading death.

Sands of times run out, grain by grain

From our clasped fingers in shaking hands.

It feels so lonely - The slowliness of dying breath.

Om Namah Shivaya
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Moved on...

So the Sun changed position

But the bright shadow of Love
Still clings on to me
Long after the setting Sun


Yes, I agree
The light moved on
From Sun Rise to Sun Set
Bound by its own desires and duties to perform
Some times to witness the birth of a life
Some times
End of another


But Some times ....
There is nothing like having a desire
Attached to you
Like a Shadow
Not willing to cast you away
Tattoed to your soul
Like a bright sun spot
Willing to move on with your soul
Till the end of the life...
Willing to move on ... with you


Om Namah Shivaya
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The Roads That We Take...

This one I wrote after watching a very nice movie "The reader" where Kate Winslet plays a Nazi guard to a prisoners camp... and her 20 years prisonment, where her summer affair finds again and she looks forward to her end in prison with some hope... finally. These verses are from the point of view of the young lover who finally let her go, when he meets her first at the court house and then again at her release day... and she committed suicide at the end of her prison term, when he comes to pick her up.

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I let her go
Where I could have changed
Changed her destiny
Can I live with it


I could not
And took the role Of "The reader" again
To let her live
And Outlive my shame
Of letting her go
And she did


How I let her go
To die alone
In her pain Again
She took
The memory of her
Out stretched hand
Unheld in my hands
As the kiss of death


How small things
Change and grow
In that void of cell
To burn "a desire"
To learn and communicate
To me, through my voice
Ringing in her head

How big part
I have become
Of her life
And
How I cleave it out of her heart
In the end


How she held on to
The last straw
Of my reaching out
Again
How things change
How people change
And
How big people like
Her go so quietly in pain
In vain
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Om Namah Shivaya
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Life is wasted on the living

Moment by moment
Life drips out
And empties the soul
Of living

Full and contented
Living is not meant to be
Each moment passes by
Bringing its own emptying-ness
Scouring another few bits of happiness
To dump it in the trash of memories
And experiences
To live on

While life is being wasted
On living
In and out of belongingness

( Note: The heading is a quote by the famous writer of "Hitch Hiker's Guide to Galaxy" by Douglas Adams that pormpted me to write this one. In fact to the think of it, he says in his book the secret of life is 42... hehehe. The image is of Beach field house in Chippenham in UK where I was staying last month in december and I loved the empty look of this beautiful bench there that was so inviting to share with some one.)

Om Namah Shivaya

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The Gods on your shoulder...

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The edge of time
Carves
what one grows
But not
What one has to Sacrifice....
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Om Namah Shivaya

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