Is it still burning, The fire we ignited? Or are these just singed Which we are giving air to? Afraid of becoming cold.
Re-kindling; Charred flames One more time, Everytime.
For scared we are- Of the dark, Of the end, Of the unknown.
We keep pumping breath In the corpse, Hoping against the hope- What's burning never gets doused.
Unaware, as we are, What's perennial is the dark And all the embers Of all the bonds we create Are transcendental: Changing existence Finally to submerge Into the eternal dark. The Reality. The Infinite.
In a world busy gauging value of everything, All I care for is becoming Zero: SHUNYA! Which is the awareness beseeched by Orient seekers, Which is described as Shiva by Hindu scriptures.
Amidst all the impermanence, the only permanent is Shunayata. Where everyone wishes to fill more and more, I wish to empty whatever there is. Trying to fill all, something gets left out, But emptiness can be complete- Nothingness: Shunya.
And No, I don't claim to become a Nihilist. Shunyata is not Nihilism.
It is a soul devoid:
Of emotional ebb and flow, Of all that one claims to know.
Of Joys and Sorrows, Of yesterday's and Morrow's
Of experiences and expectations, Of all the humanly relations.
Of the good and the evil, Of the God and the Devil.
Of Desires and rancour, Of defeat and conquer.
Of many and few, Of me and you.
All I care for is to experience that bliss, Yet I know, until blessed it shall be just my wish. Just a wish.
Once when i was young, I used to see so many dreams with open eyes, Now I am afraid of dreams, the vitreous dream shattered! Once when I was young, I was running after butterflies, not knowing how many wings supported me and now I am afraid in the wings of osmosis, the colors burn!
Once when I was young, I was curious about my mind. I wandered at the new excitement like a puppy. Now curiosity does not get the edge, heart broken and choked! Once when i was young, love seems fluffy clouds of veil, flickering heart on ludicrous but it came out as a fire flame burning my soul with time thus vapours sail.
//Once I was young , the intensely flaming mask had liquid amber eyes to keep the picturesque many secrets alive. Now in the bygone days, an era of history has come which has abandoned innocence, love and fair play. Now the enlarged heart catches a glimpse of silver hair just to appreciate//
~But I L e a r n e d shared L o v e and L i v e d and again all the odds the child(in me) Survived~
Once when I was young, I grew sunflowers on my neck and dragged sunset above my collar bones, to levitate peace in my orchard where chaos laid barefoot on white pebbles and black stones.
I saw more light raising in bottle of wine and howls etched upon grass blades, I've succumbed thousands of screams in my head but silence walked out of my throat each time truth negotiated.
When I was young, I labelled heartbreaks as poetries and scars as belligerent hope, but as creases endowed my skin I felt life is more about survival and existence, like blooming dahlias, which cry and shout yet smile till in fences it is choked. ~Purva