All Alone.

The breeze carried the ashes,
they were once thoughts
that wanted to give up and end it all.


The thought,
Of the who of  who I am, cannot stand by itself,
look around...
there is a why round the corner.

A life waits there, in that intelligence of why all alone,
try that, change the contents of the breeze.

Anger.

Not only I, you can see it too that you can work yourself out of your nights.
In abundance of moments, the value of each stroke adds up as I work these seconds of the night.
Anger is what keeps flames burning brightly and when it brings the past and future down the dawn breaks through.
Thus, it's the weapon called anger helps bring a morning that you always worked for.

I lost it
To find it
A game that I indulged in

I lost it again
To find it again
Each day bought me that opportunity, and
I played it, it felt new every-time I indulged,
I liked it
I hated it
I felt it.

It had a story each time
That had to end
Before I slept every night.

I have had choices,
That helped me sleep,
I remembered mostly all my sleep.
Wanting what I wanted,
I was living them.

Voices thus spoke of,
Reflections of my mind,
The rhythm of its body, that
I am in the instinct of my desires, and
I have so much more to do.

Surya Prakash:

The universe has found it's expression in us. An expression flagged by the memory of the part. A part, always seeped in fear. A fear the source of all uncertainty. Uncertainty that changes the texture if my existence. Existence that duplicates itself till the forces subside.

What I will propagate is not me, but a faint echo of self. Like an eruption of that which cannot be contained for long.

All we have is this moment, all we need us the ability to let ho if the moment went by. Then we shall invoke the gods of this body.

Let the purity is want to touch be a reflection into this vessel, a reflection of what is.

I will then mould my castle and out reach my limitations. Arms spread wide everywhere I look.

Yes, life is good.

Raj Shahani:


I give expression to this universe and call it a universe. This expression is flagged in evolution of me.

I have to understand my capacity to feel fear and my capacity to love. If fear and love remain uncertain in me then my texture never expresses this universe. 

What I propagate is, is me alone in my entirety. I am the eruption that which cannot be contained at all.

We have this moment to choose, this moment as it is, is a fact that change is constant. The change that remains constant is how I define my god.

I see no limitations thus as I have had no beginning and no end.

Life IS. Love IS.