In my dream state I needed no external light(sun) to see all that I did in my dream. I was the light itself witnessing the dream that was me too.

My Thurst.

I lost it
To find it
A game that I indulged in

I lost it again
To find it again
Each day bought me that opportunity, and
I played it, it felt new every-time I indulged,
I liked it
I hated it
I felt it.

It had a story each time
That had to end
Before I slept every night.

I have had choices,
That helped me sleep,
I remembered mostly all my sleep.
Wanting what I wanted,
I was living them.

Voices thus spoke of,
Reflections of my mind,
The rhythm of its body, that
I am in the instinct of my desires, and
I have so much more to do.

The Gifts Of Gods.

Not only I can, you can too, see, that in night, you still can work yourself out. In abundance of moments, value of each exceeds thus in which I work these seconds of the night.
Flames burn bright and bring the past and future down, at last a weapon in my anger, my love is discovered for a morning that exerts to come to me before its time.

All moments empty, then fill themselves, if lethargy is sacrificed in the night,the wealth thus multiplies.

TA.

And you too
And you too
.
.
And you too,
What a pleasure.

A Surprise There.

A leaf enters a diary, when,
It has the sting
To last a life time.

YES

A simple YES to the now, a YES to happening, that one/first YES is contagious. This one YES grows to burst into limitless possibility.

Work To Do.

In the woods I was stopped, there was a job to be completed, people to meet, to fall in love again which I know would come as a question, I had to talk, to cope with endings that are a reminder to me who is always alive, the woods of course would give me one more chance to let me measure love, to move love into light.

The Neurotic.

I had a dream last night, rather had a feeling last night. I was there and it was all I got. It was a school and there were people, ordinary people, talking about food they eat, should eat and how it is that fat comes about at places that doesn’t show in the mirror. There was a movie hall down the corridor. May be it represented an escape door, I don’t know, it was there. I saw a file. I saw me in that file. There it was, for a quick read.
It was a script, with limited role. The best part in the script was about ice creams, the happy part, the rest was about others.
I want to make movies. I want to buy then tickets to my movies. Sit there in dark, watching them and asking me, what do I think.

In The Still Of The Night.

A sky searched,
A circle chased,
A rain came in concealment,
An object called philosophy
Thus required a study.

Chip by chip stones flew,
A night died to become a day,
Execution was thus worshiped,
It could rid boredom to action some.

I dug the earth each hour
To change my shape
A heaven in force waited there
For me to dig, a servant here,
A master there, me.

Lazy bones once and
In me they creaked too,
I then began to
Love the nights and I
Let them burn in my face,
Never obedient. I slept the
Whole day,
Sin hence was some devil,
And I rolled in it too.

'Kill, kill the night,'
The child shouted in all it's
Dreams,
'Once and for all take that jump,
So what if it is still the night,
Sing more,' I called out to it,
'For you are required by so many
More.'

Hunger then became the god,
Which the food could never
Put an end to,
A jump would, a thought could,
I took a position and claimed the
Great in the greatness in that
I were born, that
All were born.

In Me.

I haven’t worn my prayer
For a long period now,
Responsibilities are felt deep
When I escape.

Traditions speak about values,
Their keepers
Guard them with armies
Of soldiers and Pontiffs,
I had a teacher too,
I had to feel, he said, the knowledge is
To discover limitations, mine,
He was seeking too,
What’s good and what’s it to value tradition?
That is the mind
In the pressure of peer.

Then it's possible,to feel free
In environment that is not mine,
In some other country, other
Than mine, till you start,
Mixing with your kind
There too.

Let me talk in general now,
Talk about food and how to cook,
Emotions run into them too,
I love what I cook or
Am not and want to improve
Upon it.

When a child, I
Could express, to an age freely, I
Belonged to a family with
Almost all adults engaged in
Ordinary chores, working hard,
Now I travel, I move,
I see people, and how to them
Their culture is very important to them,
They carry the responsibility,
I understand the role of the teacher thus,
The knowledge in books,
In words
And how they become a responsibility to me,
Through who I am,
And a teacher,
Although mine never replied
Anything, nothing,
So I also understood that
For me only,
I have an identity, mine,
And so for anyone and all.

For me hence I have to be told
I live or not live by others,
Who have to be told
To live, this really confuses us all.

I have certain skills,
I have abilities,
They change alone,
I have dreams,
Dreams are different now,
Since my wife has a
Child in her womb,
Dreams for once are
Alive, like the child
In the womb,
Not a myth, or some fantasy,
Neither do I believe in
Re-birth, but dreams,
That they are living, like me, alive,
To what I know of me,
And what people know of me,
But these dreams are unconditioned, unlike me,
Like my expressions, when I was
Three or four, real,
I wonder how my father felt,
My relationship with him
Has been a plateau,
Can’t say anything about him,
I guess I even don’t know him,
But I am afraid of
His dying, I take that fear seriously,
To have us around, his children,
I know was very important to him,
As was his owning a home,
And live a particular lifestyle,
I, we lived his style,
Like a surprise to him
One day it came, I decided,
To live life my way,
That is the only time in life,
I think we are,
he was genuinely surprised,
He was.

We understood, he and I,
The passage of time,
The solutions existed in
Channels of time,
So did problems,
And our learning,
And joys, and freedom,
And my teacher too,
Who never taught me anything,
Only that there was nothing
To change in actions, only to see
How the mind reacts to your awareness,
With the understanding of
Given and discovered knowledge, so
Even while cooking, bathing,
Tying shoe laces,
How I make things come to life,
How they make me come alive,
Learning of attachments and movements,
And I don't have to go anywhere,
To be open to possibilities.

A baby will be born,
Thinking will change,
Till up to end of my time,
Hence a student for life,
In Me.