The way it is…

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.

Torn.

One thing could tear it apart.
One blow is all it takes.
Be careful.
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.
Be careful.
How entangled you get,
The more of you will be torn apart.

Made up penchant.

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.

Magnetic tug of war.

(M)aybe I was blinded.
(A)ll the signs…. Did I ignore?
(G)ot me feeling stranded.
(N)ever saw this happening to my own.
(E)veryday I was cautious then.
(T)o keep away any pain.
(I)n the process I forget that,
“(C)ould be” is not in my hands.

I’d like it to be certain.
But uncertainty…
Is what makes life (within).
Draws me in. Scares me away.
And pulls me to the side.
The magnetic push and pull..
And tomorrow wins again.
Let’s hope…. It’s worth the while.

It is a symphony.

 

The best thing you could do for a creator is to immerse yourself in its creation.
-Insach

Waiting and waiting.
A pause before it’s my go.
Ticktock ticktock.
I am a little bored.
Distracted by what I see.
The scene outside is pretty.
Oh, silence running away,
Much more interesting…
The heavens are in chaos.
The earth seems ready.
Sun casually shies away
Takes a blanket so dark.
Suddenly,
It’s quieter than the night.
Here that??
Trickle, trickle.
It is pouring just right.
One little drop on that leaf.
Another one,
Shatters against this glass.
United again at the bottom.
Never forgetting its task
The dog also knows its drill.
Watches happily
Nature is now painting…
Green looks greener.
Trees are in sync.
Windows today are artists.
That lighting does
Make it frightening.
Smells different.
Looks different.
Sounds different.
Feels different.
I did not do it.
You did not do it.
The performer begs you…
Don’t bow down.
Just immerse yourself
In this symphony.

Close to the sun.

It stirred something inside of me,
Distant future becoming reality.
I could now clearly see.
Had I known this was my fate.
I’d have had a different gait.
A little slower or perhaps swift.
But I was caught in the drift.
Could have plucked a few flowers.
Made more memories.
The taste of haste made me devour.
No trail did I leave behind.
And all that I possessed,
Some I couldn’t carry.
Some of it I just buried.
Now when I am closer than ever,
How do I share this feeling?
I see it as vividly as the sun.
But I blink and it slips away.
The dream is real, it is here.
But is this the new me?
Left with this one thing.
This close to the sun!
It’s only blinding and burning.
Why win to lose?
I’m losing to win.

 

Ctrl Alt Del.

Control it! Control that.
Control him. Control her.
Control them. Control this.
Control all that till you can.

One day we realise,
Where the true power lies.
Like many have said before,
Control yourself and be more.

Control your mind. Your emotions.
Your feelings and effects.
Control the situation. The outcome thereafter.
Control the controller. To be the best.

But to truly be able to Ctrl Alt Del.
All we need is one habit.
One only and that is…
To able to to not repeat.

Do not repeat patterns.
No need to relive the history.
Be a new tale. Do not go down as…
The same story.

Take a new leaf, fresh ink… write it.
One that was about being.
One that knew no control.
A story that is daring.

For I control what I want.
What I see as beneath me, must not be.
What I do not want around.
Must be down on the ground.

But when I let go. Not of my situations.
Not of my feelings or my notions.
But myself, is when I am in control.
For there is nothing really out of control.

 

Measure.

Read your movements.
Watched you talk.
Checked your tone.
Measured the lows, the highs.
The shades all around.
But the glimmer in your eyes.
Tells me if everything’s alright.

 

Hiding away.

Far far away, farther than here.
I have a hideout there.
I could be gone for days.
But can not hide from you.
You will find me anywhere.

Little little closer, right in your sight.
The way you set this body alight.
I could be burning in many flames.
But not with you.
You know how to put the pain away.

Stronger stronger, this love gets.
For it knows no rest.
If only you would share the feeling.
But how can you?
You find it overwhelming.

Strange strange love, or a fantasy?
A game of hide and seek we play.
I will wait for you to say,
But perhaps not today,
That for love you will stay.