As Strangers Do...

She told me that we would meet again as strangers, although her shadows would never leave me and her tears would always stay in me and I would be thinking about  her lonely nights. We would meet again, she was certain and that as only strangers.

My eyes remained empty, the throat was dry. Like some frame on the wall with dust on it, I looked at her walking away.

Her walk bought the memories frame by frame, with each step that she took away from me the time slowed down. I saw her so clearly - now, as if I hadn't seen her at all for some years now.

I once heard a morning song, a song of heart, songs that happy people sing, I was romancing her; in love with life and she with me.

I had to leave that evening back home, but her beautiful hair that was pinned back. She looked at me, smiled, an act that told me things would never remain the same. The heart had set itself to go on a journey and I wanted to paint that moment forever. Her eyes were ruthless, she was in love with herself and she wasn't at ease with her past. She was a mind reader and I realized I was one too.

In the sand there I wrote her a love letter, all my hopes held a promise and the sands would hide it from time.

Today the letter read itself to me as if the sands had kept the promise, each word killing me.

A life was traveling back and building a bridge to tell me that there was never ever a time that she came or she left. A face held itself and so did a voice, crossing a street and a flowing floral skirt flirting.

She said she would meet me again as strangers do.

Stiti sunya hai aisa ehsaas hota hai,
Par koi toh isse bhi pechaan raha hai,
Apne aap se alag huun yeh yakeen hota hai,
Phir aapne aap ko dundhe ne mein,
Uss shunya ki stiti se alag hota hoon.

Phir nayee soch leti hai janam
Phir wohi soch hoti hai khatam

Chahatein unn soch mein aati hain nazar,
Unnke puure na hone ka phir lagta hai dar,
Issi dar se ladta hoon,
Aeey zindagi tujhe paane ki, tujhse
Ek hone ki keemat deta hoon.

Iss suniya ki stiti se issliye alag rehta hoon.

The Path

The path remains unknown to all movements completed or incomplete,
Cause, I move from a past to all pasts.
That journey thus remains known and that
it can never tell me
of the path.'

Dream To Dream.

Dream to dream,
there is a time travel machine in my mind.
There is energy available there,
this energy slows the time, or makes
it take quantum jumps.
In my waking state too,
this energy slows down my working time.

I want to do more or get more done,
this being then a process where
how a dream is made,
Dream by dream,
I sleep working in energy channels.
These are
movements within an electrical potential.

I stay awake in my dream - to
interact with the flow of time and the energy that radiates because of that.