The mind seeking markets of the world,
In focus walking from them inside to outside,
Understanding markets belonged to nobody,
They themselves searching, rejecting all false,
Gradually resonating to a quality mind,
The self being aware of transient energy
Walks from markets to markets
On all days, all days then being
Working days, marketing days,
Both being vulnerable,
Both with a life force,
Somehow discovering it's existence.

a child walks,
it falls,
gets up,
walks again,
laughing every time it gets up,
after a fall
in what it has,
in what he can have,
i still have been doing that,
taking life in its entire indulgence,
in all my good, in all my values.

Raat.

Rumani si raat,

Do labo pe ek baat.

Na shikan, na roshni, ek aahat nayi,

Tanhayi bhi rooth kar humse kahi chali gayi.

Hum bhi khaali se hai,

Ke aap se kabhi dil bharta hi nahi

Teri bachpan ko bhi aaj phir bulaa lete hai,

Narm si galiyo me do pahar guzaar lete hai

Rangeen tere pankho mein aasmaan chupi thi kahi,

Tere udaan me ye baya hua ki meri pehchaan chali gayi hai kahi

Chup chaap akeli,

Wo tu hi thi, aur teri saheli

Jaane kaha hogi wo ab,

Jaane kaha khadi hai tu ab

Afsoos tho hai, Par Gham nahi,

Aap khayalo mein, ye bhi tho kam nahi.

Raato ko akela ab soya bhi nahi jaata,

Aap ke khayalo mein khul ke roya bhi nahi jaata

Aap ka chahara jo apno mein apno sa hai,

Tanha hai, ki ye raat bhi sapno me sapno sa hai ..

Setting your grave.

Are you done with your past?

Have you stored it some place safe out of reach?

Is your past done with you?

Now you can stick the stone marking the ground.

Never spoken, ever since.

"The bridge is now burnt.

There is no way out from here. To there.

Or there is and I am stubborn to not see it. Seeing it could be burning the ashes, and nothing rises again from the ashes. The dead stay dead, or just look ahead. I can't believe anyone who tells me otherwise. 

Then maybe I am not even here, I am there but I have a bubble all around me. And I am unlikely to break it now till I start choking on my own airs. 

Or maybe its not even that anymore. I choked long time ago. And I remember hitting out to burst this film of air, invisible, all around knowing there is no barrier here anymore. And you are right by my side. Choking on your own air and fighting your own invisible demons. 

We are here, there is nowhere else to go, no matter where we go. There are no bridges to burn, just a thin line of reasoning we offer ourselves in respite when we watch the ashes on ground, just below those feet. The feet are empty, but can't feel a thing. But maybe the cushion of ashes is comforting. 

Have we heard the trumpets of war calling us? It would be a pity to drown a dagger and bleed. Bleed without a cause. Wars are never with people, wars are meant to be personal, destroying the demons that haunt the possessed streets. The streets where its a shame to walk clothed. But that is what the world has now come to be, a shameful cloak. Where is the uninhibited glory of sunlight?

I have given you years of my prime. Every minute of it. Hoping you would take a minute of your own to fit my shoes. But you were waiting for someone to bring you a shoe that is yours. Like it happens when one starts dreaming of love. A lie spoken like a wafting thought, tender through air, uncorrupted. An emotion struck right is not really a melody, for with you by my side I felt, but not emotion.

I tried everything I could. Maybe, I could be friends with your own, maybe I could let myself bleed a little more. Just too many maybes. I hungered to find a space where you could see me. Know the thoughts I think, taste the wines that I drink. Where I could tell myself, this is shared. This is sacred. But you just lost me in words. But what else could I share?

Shared, It was not to be. You had three words for me: "I am angry". "I" happened to be the fourth word. Just outside every sentence you spoke. The word you never spoke to. The word you desired to ground to dust, like those ashes you hungered to feel. Just beneath your feet. Or was it mine? Me? 

Is it heart breaking? You tell me. But I have weathered it all. And now there is very little to even crumble. I will just have to hold myself together till dawn. And I see the crimson skies.

I have failed the night. I acknowledge.

But we will always be unforgiving. Of each others deeds. Unloving when the other pleads. Or maybe its not even that anymore. The bridge is now burnt and one knows there is something wrong with the world one has constructed when he has to span distances to find his feet. 

Then there is the dirty hope. Dawn is when I wake up. As much as I know the answer, I would still want to ask. It's a little luxury that a dream offers when in an instant you know you are not bound to it's rules. Will you be by my side when I do?" 

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I put down my last letter to her. I had buried it too long, and now I see the utter meaninglessness of it all. Maybe its time to seal it once and for all. This creek. With a kiss. 

Kaia, Kaia, spring is coming. Its a secret never spoken, ever since you left. 

...... and then the realization struck me like a ton of bricks that - ' I have never had anything to say to anybody.' Except: To the kitchen - I'm hungry. To the bed - I'm hungry. To the machines - I'm hungry. To the path- I'm hungry. To life - I'm hungry. 

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Awesome autosuggestions filled up the entire vessel. There were open topics, build up libraries without an index, reproducing anything recorded from whenever. There was a pencil and paper and a sound player all in a chip in the vessel. Now most of them were classified in true or false and the false was never discarded. The autosuggestions were addictive. It was made to understand to bring on health of mind and body. It helped focusing. Motivation must have been a problem for most of the suggestions were designed to tackle the lack of it. The most important suggestions hence were played again and again. I was in hypnotic state. I was being auto suggested, my consciousness was what the commands that were controlled by the hard drive. The auto suggestions were firmly corrupted. I now needed to destroy this reinforcement. I needed a virus to destroy the entire data. I would come back again. Why not me? I can. I believe it. I accept it. I am and will be and I let go in exception to all rules.  (wait a minute,shhh, are these new auto suggestions replacing the old ones, damn!!)

To me in nature and me in wood.A thought in time and the hazy walk.Hearing a thoughtless tick.A sense that refused to sense and the spirit still still.

The eyes shut tight. The head moving in hard lines. Summers and winters and all in between the sky and earth. Noise noticed in empty rooms.