In or out, make a choice already.
Yes or no, decide and be free.
This or that, let’s take a chance.
Up or down are the only two ways to be.
Living as an individual surrounded by duality,
I keep waiting for the other half to fill my reality.
When the twos are together I realise,
Life comes down to a moment so eternal,
Nothing seems awry.
Now tell me…
The known or the unknown, where do you dwell?
Light or dark, what do you use?
Thought or action, you can’t even refuse.
Here or there are the only two places you’ll be.
So, I see their games and I see them… more than they can even tell.
I keep quiet for things that are true.
Like a fool might seem ignorant,
And the one fooling too indulged,
But only one of them can walk-away at the end.
Things happen for a reason.
We have been hearing that forever.
What is this? What does it even mean?
Some times I can’t see any meaning to it.
Life just seems out of control.
For I can either indulge or sit here and question it all,
I choose to watch carefully as I participate.
Is this what they call awareness?
Now, I feel like I can control a few things.
Like, add a little sweet to any bitterness.
May be not all of it,
But one thing that has become a choice.
If how I feel is just a chemical reaction…
I’ll take charge and mould it to my liking.
Choice is not just at the first step,
The sail can be set in any direction.
I never knew of this power,
That mentality controls our actions.
That we are only perceiving and projecting,
All that we have been gathering.
Now, it does make sense,
Reasons to all situations do exist.
We are merely manifesting our beliefs,
Sometimes holding on to what was,
Other times fearing what it will be,
Losing on all that is actual reality.
It is like a game of charade.
I am the player and I am getting played.
And the moment when I see a little clearly,
The outside is every one’s, but the inside it’s only me.
Think too much about it and, it hurts.
Talk too much about it and, it confuses.
Hear as much as you want, it falls short of real experience.
These senses are not really senses but filters.
You pick up what you choose.
You perceive never the complete truth.
So, just be a witness and then see…
Wonders are nearer than the seem.
Miracles need not be searched.
They will walk up to you instead.
Watch with full indulgence, with full involvement.
Let it take you where it wants to.
Life is not a calculated risk that we took,
It is not even ours say many a books.
Time is all we have, and witness is all we can be.
The mental charade, the learning and, teaching come of no use.
When it comes to life, living is our best bet!
That is the way it is… Or the way I see it.
For the world was mesmerising
Every experience was new.
Confusion was the norm.
Had to look everywhere,
For nothing was known.
Now we have arrived
A place of astounding dimensions
Direction, even if lost
The destination is set.
One step, two step and the extension.
They seem to know,
But I still can’t see…
What is even the reality?
Somebody’s loss is someone’s victory?
That does not make sense to me.
Racing through everyone,
A little too fast? A little too late?
For some like me,
It is a waiting game.
All I seek is clarity.
What is the use of certainty?
I took the journey for the window seat.
Yes, I’m caught up in all the scenery.
That is where I find all the mysteries.
Walking through everyone,
A little too slow? A little too quick?
It is a waiting game.
Hopefully, it does the trick.
Midst our wrongs and rights
We forget to see the paradise.
Why is loss the only way
To makes us realise
What it was
It can never be.
But does that mean
We can not work on it?
This first blow
It only left a mark.
That second one
It was just a scar.
Again as we repeat,
The blame lies on me.
But this time
You have carved
A name deep inside.
So, if you choose to go.
Don’t leave a thing behind.
Even if it is broken, it’s yours.
Everything… that belongs to you.
Now, I dare you!
One thing could tear it apart.
One blow is all it takes.
How fragile you are?
And how much of you is at stake?
Should you give more than you take?
Or, should you take an equal stand?
Some choices are left at hand.
For love knows no rules.
It sees no risks.
How entangled you get,
The more of you will be torn apart.
The fresh morning dew
On the grass so green
First ray of sunlight
Makes it gleam.
A little chilly and
The air so clean.
Smell of the pine
This feels like a dream.
A few pretty birds
Chirping and flying.
Dancing with the wind.
It is the usual.
This serene scene.
So bright, so beautiful.
One must mention it.
As I paint the picture…
You experience it too.
How magical is that!?
No need to believe
A thing or two.
For what is real
Always comes to us.
Then, why waste time
In placing your trust…
If you believe anything,
One thing is a must.
Live it! Don’t just believe it.
Before time turns all of it to dust.
For a problem focus on a solution.
For a direction focus on the path.
For clarity focus on what you don’t see.
For answers focus and listen openly.
For a result focus on actions.
For happiness focus on your haves.
For fears focus on reality.
For a human focus on humanity.
This life will happen anyway,
I better focus only on today.
For yesterday has left me alive,
Tomorrow might not be so kind.
If I could keep this in mind,
I’d be focused on making a good time.
Sounds like magic like this rhyme.
Did work for me the times I tried.
What makes me,
That I dare not lose.
All of what I hold dear.
I’d keep it near,
But it’s not mine to choose.
The transition happens.
One could be unaware.
Life that was out and about.
Lives more intensely…
Inside the mind’s wall.
Living and laughing…
Has to be arranged.
Imagining distant future,
A “better” day.
Mind is capable of that trick.
Do not get addicted to it.
Stare into the void,
Giggle at the craziest noise.
Cry for any reason.
Laugh every season.
I think it is worthwhile
Don’t take it lightly.
It is not just a smile,
It makes us glorious.
A scene so perfect.
It seems surreal.
This shining light,
The warmth I feel is real.
This is suffocating.
Like there’s air no more.
Those loud sounds I hear.
They come from far away.
I do not know.
Your whispers in my ears.
I can’t comprehend.
Am I paralysed?
Is this a dream?
Why can I sense it?
Like I am only audience.
It is my scene…
And I am nowhere.
Where are my lines?
What are my lines?
This can’t be reality!
…. And it is not.
It is my habit taking over.
This constant battle…
The past has scarred.
The future only scares.
But I like to live it,
I live it in my head.
The pain that is not actual.
I make it up very well.