Passing below
Infinite arches
Gliding over
Grand vistas
Wind whistling
Waves crashing
Never ending
Nightmare
Falling through
Skies of doom
Landing on
Clouds of Hope
No motive
No direction
Aimless
Alone
Lost.
Adding smiles and colour to an increasingly Blue world and looking for treasure on the other side of the Rainbow
Passing below
Infinite arches
Gliding over
Grand vistas
Wind whistling
Waves crashing
Never ending
Nightmare
Falling through
Skies of doom
Landing on
Clouds of Hope
No motive
No direction
Aimless
Alone
Lost.
Do you ever question your existence?
Where are we headed? What is the destination?
Do you ever think, for once, that you have come from a different place?
A place of freedom.
Of thought,
Of deed,
Freedom of just being.
Without the need to justify,
Or to just Be.
I do.
Like I am from somewhere else.
A place where judgements don't exist
And feelings reign supreme.
This is a transitional journey
And I am headed back to my
Homeland.
Home is beyond that evasive bridge, where all Souls converge,
To be only positive,
No place to isolate one Soul,
Nobody gets left out,
Everyone is waiting for me to return
And reunite with the Divine.
A land of Love and belonging.
The hearth is warm and content.
A homecoming wrought with
Only happiness
And nothing less.
Some place...
Where you still wait for me,
And we don't even know yet.
It feels like I just need to cross this
One small, scenic, beautiful bridge.
A bridge which leads to my true being. My origin. A native, local, root where I was born truly. Where my Soul was born. And yours, too.
Like we are journeying to it and it is just beyond that thin veil. We just reach out and brush it aside. The veil will lift and we shall meet, never to part.
I do believe. I know. I come from a better place.
A place which knows no pain, no ache...
It is just beyond a short wait.
This life which we live is just a phase. It shall pass. It shall diminish. It will end soon.
And we will be back Home. Because Home is always where the heart belongs.
And my heart has never belonged here. It has always been waiting, beating, changing Souls, changing beings. Always being patient. Always reaching towards that Eternal, the Divine, that never ending Trueness.
Just a few more steps. Just a few more breaths to end. Just those few heartbeats to end. Earthly existence to be over. This so called Life to stop.
That is when that bridge can be crossed. Where Home and hearth wait. Rooted far deeper than any possible earthly imagination.
When I go Home this time, I'm staying. I'm waiting for you. I'm not going anywhere else. There is nowhere else to go, for us. This is it. This is how it ends. This is how it begins.
Till then, I'll count. Every remaining breath. Every remaining moment. All memories, moments, dreams, and beliefs.
I will count down till that ultimate Fate. When we will be Home again.
I'll be waiting for you There.
Wings of
Flights
Of imagination
Soaring
Through the stars
Going through
All possible
Dimensions
Of existence.
Unshackled
For once.
Free bird,
My mind
Flying through
Dreams and joys.
Never ending,
Happiness of Soul,
Heart!
Peace is reigning
Supreme.
My mind
Take rest here
This place, where..
Time stands still...
Wait here and
Unwind.
The journey is long,
The goal is far
Rest here My Heart!
Dance the divine dance,
Live the Celestial Music.
Sliver of the Moon,
Starlit nights
Dreamy, dreamy moments.
Dancing like there's
No tomorrow.
High on the Wind
I fly.
Not belonging,
Not astray,
Not yet aloof,
But still basking,
In the Sun
Of a brief spell
Of Happiness.
Journey on...
My dear, dear Heart.
Dance till moonlight,
My sweet sweet Heart!
It is yours to capture
This evasive moment.
This passing, all invasive
All pervading
All encompassing
Day and Night.
Dream on my Love
My Heart
Move to the Celestial
Music.
Dance away the Blues.
Beautiful is this
Earthly Life.
Beautiful,
The Soulful loneliness.
Dance way
My Love
My Heart
My dear, dear
Soul
You are there
Almost there.
Faces.
Everywhere you go,
Faces, and their expressions.
Blank.
Do you see the
Eyes, though.
Their expressions say so much.
Masks. All masks.
Raucous laughter,
Inspiring confidence,
Pride,
Achievement.
Choose your mask,
Which one would you like to wear today?
Oh but for that one person,
Who could unmask me!
See the fear
Behind the confidence.
The tear
Behind the laughter.
The lone Soul
Lost amidst the crowd of admirers.
Leaving the crowd behind
Being alone at the shore
Watching the waves crash
Alone.
In the ebb and flow of life
Passing by.
Observing the minor slips
In others' masks.
Does someone observe me too?
Would someone care enough?
Would someone
Look at my eyes?
Maybe they should not.
Once I remove my mask
People leave.
It is so much comfortable
To just be alone.
Yes, lonely too
But safe.
Oh! To have that happiness
Within grasp,
And then snatched away
Like a straw in a gust of wind.
Holding on to straws
That is how it is.
And they too
Fall away.
Some hopes do stay with me.
Just the one which
Eludes capture.
That one diminishing flame
Oh but for that one person,
Who could unmask me!
Some days are very paradoxical.
Summer cheer, bright sunny afternoons, smiling faces, but deep within is despondence.
There is no particular reason to be unhappy. Goals are being met, friends abound, merry days around.
Still, something is missing. One part of me is still a vacuum. And it pains.
Starry nights, moonlit skies, serenity.
And yet, it isn't enough.
Mind is at peace. Heart is numb.
When it was only a search for the evading joy, it was a thrill. Finding the dream was meant to be special.
It isn't anymore. Yes I found what I was looking for, but found too late.
Life is peaceful. My loved ones are happy. I am proud of where I have reached, after all that I have been through.
Am I happy? Not sure.
It no longer exists.
But I really and truly want to go there.
That land of long ago, where my heart belongs. No it no longer exists, but let me please go there.
The age of handwritten letters. Time of house visits, long chats, tea cups and cool sherbet.
Summers and shades, verandahs and swings.
Rainy walks in umbrellas, raincoats, hot pakoras and, a cloudy rush to reach home.
Mornings when we woke and nights when we slept. Starry skies and breezy, windy days.
Books and coffee cups, long conversations on shared swings, watching the time just pass by, trying to take in the sights and the smells and the bird song.
Tending to flowers, watering the plants, walking barefoot on grass.
Climbing guava trees, gnawing on the half ripe fruit, feeling on top of the world.
Give me those days. Take me back to my innocence.
This reality is too much. It is all consuming, it drags me into its depths, it hurts me so much.
Let me escape. Send me away. I want those times back again. When there was a skip in my step and a song I would hum.
This existence squeezes the heart, twists the brain, removes faith, makes foes out of friends. It lures with happiness and gives deep depths of despair in return.
This was not my sunshine. This was not my Hope.
Give me back those beliefs. They were true. They were just. They had a substance which would stand all storms.
The storms were truly storms and never disguised themselves as peaceful moments. They are so deceitful now!
No, that world is gone. Let my Soul be there then. In the bygone. If I can't be there in this Life.
Let me rest there. Let me be at Peace.