The High Note

anger brings in a stop
a stop that is the high note
of consciousness

movements are on automatic
choices in this automation
happen only when I
burn my rice

like a corridor that never
stops climbing
I spread my life where ever I stop
to mend my staircase in that
twisted corridor

a want, a desire brings in a stop
a stop that is the high note
of consciousness

active is thinking
that promises recognition
and imparts itself in flesh
to help us survive in this twilight
of sad voices

a street light here
a broken glass there
that is why I stop
to unify that lamp for me to walk
further
for you to walk so that you can see
the texture of your existence

a canvass in my mind
brings in a stop
a stop that is the high note
of consciousness

How I refused to move till
I could move where I could
move clean

I closed this end
I opened some other eyes
I made myself some coffee
That was more truth to me
than the promise of the pill
of my ancients

a sorrow that lifts brings in a stop
a stop that is the high note
of consciousness

Within the dream
that I call when I am not awake
a unique me and
the all that fuzzy world
in it's three dimensional
is all spiced up
to entertain a
uncommon world

Going further deeper
then some more
actions and reactions
making more unique me
in more uncommon surroundings

they keep coming
and beliefs or
question of beliefs within the
dreams are never felt
even it is one is not known
the waking state becomes insignificant
somehow I know a feeling
I call it the waking up
identifying this by that
one on a journey
and the other on the ground

Complicated movements in mind
as if eyes knew not what it
recorded
so so many stories running each other
down
years on years the faculties
of my being took down notes
one by one
what I called my consciousness
which rolled everywhere

springs and new clothes
smelled so nice
they feel nice too now so
tell me my mother
why do i still ask about death or
what is there to learn of death

The teachers punished me
so did my habit not to learn
in memory of my teacher
who never gave up on me
I would write an ode
this I promise

The mute I
and the sorrow of longings of your eye
in the moan of consciousness
awareness in light
of some darkness
was this
all of this would all be over
when you my blue would
just walk away one day
one day

The dances lasted all night
and that night lasted a life time
Knives in heart
I was taught to salute that knife

Living on a prayer
I was told my soldier
would fight
come hail or storm

He had to protect our dances
as we danced to the preachers song of peace
and harmony

The earth now cut in to
brilliant pieces
with sharp knives they called
with pride their wrinkled flags
screaming and falling
to live
we all died

Can I feel a father I spoke
and Can I a son said he

the father and son
at conflicts
as centuries swung by

A tired step
and that look from him
A deep voice talking of
his pit falls and victories
telling me I may walk my walk
but I have a finger to help said he

I knew I was free
in my muteness I expressed
let my mind rise or fall
for I wanted to be all by me
and hence I was blind to the finger
you rose

I know you thought exactly as I spoke
before you crossed this tunnel of age
hence can I feel a father
who was once a son that he felt

The poet loved to swim
in the middle of the noon
he knew nothing of the moons
and the stars
and all others that dropped by
his door step early in the mornings

Flowers came by
so did mountains
the clouds that kissed those mountains
a river called Nile
and a love kiss
of the bee
all in his dreams
as his head exploded
on the shafts of dried grass
after he swam in the high noon

I have always loved this place
This place called MY mind
What comes in and what leaves
are always two different things

Matter separates from vibration
here in, you can call it
a magic chamber
the process happens
and then theories
pop out,
new intelligence
born half out
half in

I am all that pop outs
I am all that comes in
Nothing to escape
this place that I have loved
sometimes in my chest
and at other in my knees

All my years
and all my tears
in hours of grief
and in summers
my mind whispers
MINE
and everything else belongs
to gods

My breath came alive as
the night wore itself out

She knew I
wouldn't ever sleep
and she seduced as hell

She was in a trance
and I was laughing as
she danced

'Let me tell you a story'
she whispered in her dark
alleys
I was now quiet
may be slipped just that moment
to let her know
'Words have no magic,
neither does a story until unless I narrate
one to you
and hypnotize you,
now that would be magical'
the alleys now shinning in my brightness
as she covered herself up

oh yes my breaths came alive

Seeing never happens
Feelings is what takes birth.

Sitting by the clouds
Gazing them sail by
I feel sad or
I feel happy
The clouds sailing through my eyes
into my heart
I of age
been through a lot of seasons
now sits quietly seeing
the feelings entering
and then slowly somethings
change
may be like the stream there
turning twisting now
without seeing

I try to find me
in the sunlight coming through
my curtains
my eyes blinded and
I free floating
in the walls of my
soul

Giving up feelings
to be free
the me to be in that light
coming through curtains
yeah free
floating in the space
that was making me

light can never end
it's travelling
and me floating
in that light
waking sleeping
dreaming
in a never ending search

Brick by brick my house comes down, in my eye an appearance connects the nature to nature. It is my mindfulness that is in movement with nature.
Thought moves of me, then in to me, then outside of me, an energy of me, then in to me, then outside of me. If I do then it is in harmony with body, if I stop then it is in harmony with body. The compassion that I show to my body, my nature and how it stays inside of me always.

A truth apart of me.

As truth that seems
sometimes besides me
and at other apart of me
In my own
Dimensions
this knowledge of truth
existing as my being

There is this truth
when awake
And then an eternal truth
when dreaming

With Space and time
and with the mind
I build a truth and power
and courage
It could also be called Maya
when I dream this truth
As I travel without space time
and mind in sleep
A soul in that dream that
seems without consciousness

Eyes open and in stillness
I try in vain to capture
the awareness
This seems to be the truth
that at
sometimes is besides me
and at other apart of me

I now so close to ME, thankyou.

As I said relax to myself
I exhaled
I was with Me
Understanding how it caused me
happiness and
sadness
and how I stopped my own growth
and I would never let go
of my emotions and memories
I was stagnant because of me alone
I had the power to choose
and pause
So that I could understand the
need to be let go by of me
Imaginations all around
created feelings in somewhere
deep inside
a place where I enjoyed myself the most
where I laughed so much
and of joy that I felt there
That place now held my attention
ME smiled at ME
in s sense of lightness
right where I felt me before
I couldn't see me clearly
although in absolute center
may be because of agitation
and some anger towards me by me
attached to all that I felt for me
may be I was unable to forgive me
may be
I took a deep breath
and touched it with my loving hands
I continued to hold it in my arms
I could see the smile again
I could see a thankyou a fresh
a new and saw some moments
relaxing between a
ME
and ME
I was now so close to me
With each breath I grew
I grew

Try and sleep as I know
you do love someone
aren't your eyes
finished crying

You saw him once
you wanted to see him
forever
you never cared to know his name
and his dog's name

Seasons changed hands
I know you hated it
and I still see it in your eyes
you do
wait as you always did
for the memories of his
were still sitting on top of
what you called
your world

so just try and sleep
may be he will be home
when the morning comes