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.

Wake up 
‘Coz while you have been living
you have not been feeling,
you have been existing
With so little sensing

Wake up 
Not to the sounds that you hear 
but to the sobs that you don’t
to who you really are
to what you bear

Wake up
‘Coz what gains are any good for
Showing yourself to the world
When those close struggle 
to see you unfurled.

Wake up. Breathe. Feel. Love.

It isn’t made in stone
but it ain’t fragile
It resides in every bone
but it ain’t sterile

It dissolves my duality
Of desires and sacrifice
I carve myself a reality
Worthy of my own choice

It needs no nectar nor necklace
‘Coz power needs no drape
My faith is figureless
‘Coz belief needs no shape

Is it the last name we didn’t choose
Or the land we have marked with muse
Is it the parents we didn’t pick
Or the labels we decide to stick

Is it the beliefs we hold so dear
That we treat those with a spear
Who don’t to our ways mend
Whose God we can’t comprehend

Is it what we say is our culture
That we have refused to nurture
When those who wrote it on a stone
Wanted us to build our own

Is it the facts cheered by the few
Which as opinions we wish to prove
I don’t know what’s all the fuss
Tell me, what really defines us?