Harmony in randomness comes through my senses, the randomness though eludes me.

She told me that we would meet again, that her shadows won't leave me, her tears would stay in me, her nights would be lonely with me and yes certainly we would meet as if we were strangers again.
My eyes remained empty, the throat remained dry, like some frame on the wall with dust on it, I looked at her walk away.
Her walk stirred memories frame by frame, each step she took away from me, time stood still in me, I saw her so clearly, 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, held me back, an act that told me things would never remain the same.
An evening that was spent without dinners as her face that quenched all my anguish, hunger in me was from my head to my foot and it tore me outside in. The heart set itself on a journey and I wanted to capture my vigil, I saw she demonstrated that she could provoke passion and trouble with her voice. Her eyes were ruthless and revolutionary and she was in love with herself and she wasn't at ease with her past. She was a mind reader and there I was realizing I was one too, In the sand there I wrote her a love letter, all my hopes in those sands that held a promise that they would hide it from time.

Today the letter read itself to me as if the sands had kept the promise, each word killing me in my head.
A life was traveling back and building a bridge to tell me that there was never ever that she came or she left, a face held itself and so did a voice, crossing a street and a flowing floral skirt flirting as her face was to my walk to her. She was amazed that I could hold her in my eyes and that her love could make her see me hearing her.

Sunyata.

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 remains unknown to paths,
Cause, I move from a past to pasts, always.
On knowing this,
I am certain now that,
The journey thus
Remains known to me.

Dream to dream
There is a time travel machine in my mind,
There is energy available there,
That energy slows the time, or makes
time take quantum jumps,
In my waking state, too,
The energy available is
which slows down my working time,
To do more or get done more,
This being then a process where
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 the dream.