Numinous

This transcending light, the crimson that lights my eyes. The evening breeze, ecstasy through the fabric. Living godhood in the mind, a hedonistic nirvana. This, cosmic orgasm, is what I thirst for. But like we sing, I hum ” Miles to go before……” Ah, the wind kills my voice with such vengeance. Could be the…

Shut Away

Mysterium tremendum et fascinans Love is a fearful and fascinating mystery if not spoken about. To fall out of love is to live in somebody else and feel the wistfulness of the lost someone. An anguish of longing for someone from the past you barely know. ¬†You live suspended in a rumination of nothingness. A…

Onism

Oh child ! You are the main character of every story. A physical cosmos with the weight of the world’s ambitions and a few extra grams of happiness. For 9 months, you were just an extension of my bemused imagination. I feel, I remember. Those tiny fingers with a fine dexterity. But turn yourself inside…

Revered Guilt

My mind is betraying me ! I am carrying the burden of having to figure out the difference between the touch of fingers on my skin and that of the feeling from the wind. The wind while it blew, touched a part of me I never knew. How confusing is it to know that a…

In the quiet

If I should die, if I should go Make me the grass beneath your feet. If I should go and be a foe One last dance for the love we met. If I be bad and you let you go Make me the grass in the burning noon. If you be sad that I am…

Cognitive Genesis

“might we begin to transform our passing illuminations into abiding light” 4th January 2017 – 18 Kms a walk – A cognitive Genesis An old fashioned wanderer, with a heart for archaic wonderment, who still treads in the shadows of the sun and the toughness of the winds to prelude my destinations in search of…

Thieves of Fire

With every step I took forward, I transmuted into stories that I feared. And as new stories tormented my soul, it cried in rhythm that rocked the woods into winds of turmoil. But the wind that blew, a shady bliss to birds and bees; to glide in and out of tide, their ethereal wings I…

Magical Microcosm

I experience religiosity of sorts in the little magical things in life. I stand in awe with my curiosity wide open under the stars and run my thoughts along with them to the far end of the burning meteors. I experience magic in the faith of finding that fallen star one day as I tread…

Trapped

The broken chords still trapped notes from its joyful melodies, a concord between souls who danced to the joyful tune. A tune the mind abets you into dancing. “You’re trapped inside of love” it sang…. “You’re trapped wherever you go” And lost as a man who walked into an empty house, he danced to the…

Love, Lost.

She danced, she breathed. Everything was fair in her love. She smiled, she kissed. I matched my step to hers. Step by step, until he kissed her back. The music slowed down. The piece of painful poetry that the wind stole off my hand, stopped mid air. Everything paused. The birds in the far end…

Pieces Real

Why a mirror that lives the lie of a single being into reflection while a thousand exist? We believe the person we see in the mirror and that lie grows into us. Break it and see the ugly form your being takes. Those scattered pieces of broken glass demystify the different beings that hide within…

Dots Of Being

The sun, the air, the drug of all nature- it is an experience of transformation that employs a journey motif that life writes on my skin in drops of sweat- raised dots like braille. It pierces through my skin, my finite, and arrests me into the infinite, a form of chemical buddhism that colonosises all…