Under the gravels of time
Lost words lay trapped
Embraced in eternal silence
Of unexpressed emotions
A sigh breathes besides
That corner always hidden
Where in every heart resides
One letter left unwritten
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Cause
“There are no mistakes”
The universe commands
There is a reason
Where every drop lands
Waste time forcing choices
Or peek inside with a pause
Hidden behind all voices
Can you spot their cause?
The Shape of Your Universe
When you hiked not to get to the top
But to discover how the trail bends
Ever wrote down a thought without
Knowing how it all ends.
When your biases came pounding
You bent for only a few
Ever changed your mind about
Something important to you.
When you moved across oceans
To mend a broken heart
Embraced your guilt and forgave
Your younger self’s part.
When in spite of a heart full of rage,
You unclenched that fist a little,
You changed the shape of your universe,
You made it a bit less brittle.
Unshaken
The deepest depths
the Maker could carve
must bow in awe—
dwarfed and dimmed
by the boundless blaze
of your unflinching gaze,
filled with love, unshaken.
Solitude
I am caught in this double whammy
Why am I my soul’s worst company
Scared of the silence of my own solitude
Who else shall bear with such attitude?
I would rather indulge in the infinite scroll
Or take my chances against the army of troll
Or be buried in the burrow of books for a stroll
Than lay bare open with myself whole
I am caught in this double whammy
Why am I my soul’s worst company
Scared of the silence of my own solitude
Who else shall bear with such attitude?
The Dandelion Seed
Like a dandelion seed,
that lands on a palm,
I found the muscle,
With the wind to wrestle.
“I am done being swayed,
And pushed and shoved,
I am taking a stand,
to break your command.”
Your palms made a nest,
For a tiny moment’s rest,
For yet another flight,
To take on the wind’s might.
And I heard while I lay,
Your eyes whisper and say,
The words shared by few,
“I see you.”
‘Twas that moment,
That freed all lament,
I knew before I again flew,
I had found me through you.
Dented
Did you choose
The colors with which
You have your face painted?
With borrowed dreams
And stolen quests
We live our lives rented.
You build a world
With faulty faculties
And biases strongly cemented
How I wish
This universe sometimes
Wasn’t always so dented.
The Purple Sky
Like an unknown turn
With a poker face
And traps and temptation
In its masquerade
When there is no telling
When the sun shall show
Ever heard the calling
Of the purple sky above?
Trapped
Like a clinched fist
On a barbed wire
My heart seethes
Wrapped in a fire
I clean the stains
Of the spilled shame
I sweep the pieces
Off the life’s frame
I scavenge for choices
I hunt for the meaning
I seek for the vices
To keep me dreaming
With my hands tied
My silent screams soar
Trapped in a future
I wasn’t meant for
Prakriti
All that which lies deep within
The mud blocks, the metal bars
The curves of tinted glass
The specks of dust
Beyond the bonds of the Earth
That scattered onto us
The paint of this light
All of it was cast very far
In the furnace of some star
Why not we wonder then
Where does lie the die for
The fears and the folly
The joys and the ecstasy
The sorrows and the melancholy
The courage and the bravery
The anger and the agony
The rare silence, the constant din
All that which lies deep within
Samkhya is the philosophical basis for Yoga. It reveals a dualism between Purusha (consciousness) and Prakriti (nature). Samkhya philosophy implies the human experience as a state in which Purusha is bonded with Prakriti. When untouched, Prakriti remains inactive; upon contact with Purusha, it starts the cosmic evolution, leading to life and intellect, and ultimately liberation (end of bondage of Purusha to Prakriti). There is no good word to describe the essence of Prakriti in English. Whereas Purusha signifies the observer, Prakṛti includes all the cognitive, moral, psychological, emotional, sensorial and physical aspects of reality.
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