Malana

Its solitude has its own character. The people speak a different language. The laws are different. Its recently gotten a bit dirty so the hikers need to be careful of the wrappers. Its a hard walk but for a short distance from where the trek begins. The view is breathtaking and will consume all your stress. Ull get pitstops on the way up for refueling whatever you need. I mean it, whatever you need. And the you enter the village. The mystery in the eyes of the people is a by-product of their lifestyle. Its a pleasure to be here.

Self-fairness

A reflection of me
In a reflection of you
When jaundiced eye
Sees its truth
The anger in me
Becomes the faults
In you
Until we begin
To see through
The stored emotions
Good or bad
Make you nervous
Happy or sad
Make you go mad
At times
Going in circles
Growing in truth
Smoking joints
Growing fat too
Sitting through
Long conversations
With yourself
Of change
Of fresher starts
Like soggy
Lemon tarts

The pastry
Tastes contradictory
Lemon takes away
The lemony

Set yourself free,
And don't be diplomatic
About it.

Mirrors for the middlemen

In the face
Of music
In the light
Of the moment

I will show you
A reflection
Of your own

Half of it
Your image's
Projection
The other half
Will design
Your soul

Pride will pick
The best in you
Judgement will
Highlight the worst

Together,

It will be
Your 'whole'
But you
In all this

Will be somewhere
Behind
Your eye balls,

All three
Of them.

Kasol - a reunion with self

I've been travelling lately, and taking pictures around in kasol and chalaal. The places has dragged me to it for the 5th time now, but finally a solo trip. Ive been reading up khushwant singh and walking around the mountains for a bit. The grand beauty of himachal never fails to leave me in gratitude. I come here to relax my subconscious and my conscious. Meeting new people is always on the list. If you ever wish to see the northern side, this is the place to be. Cheap rooms, good food and good meditation spots. A lot of nationalities meet together. Malana is a trek away so your mood is taken care of naturally.

At once.

Kind gestures
Engrave
Enough impression
To regain
Silence
In times
Of dreadful
Sequence
Of situations

Continuously
Pecking at
Your mind

A reminder
Of sorts
To lots
And lots
Of vibrations
That slowly
Turn your
Raw mud,
With a seed
Of awareness,
Into a beautiful
Young and handsome
Pot
Which remains
A pot
Until it breaks
Much like our
Perception
Or our
Perception
much like it
When we
Meditate
And say
Hello to
Everything at once.

Freedom, a must.

Rip apart
The membrane
Right below
My skin
The layers
One can't see
Or touch,
But are
Felt within

And hold me
Naked
In your lap
And tell me
That i'm free
Free from
All beliefs
All theory
All perception
Free from
Doubt
And self-doubt
Free from
Self created
Sins
To begin with
And then from
All the crowd

And feed me
Bread
From the hills
So high above
That they touch
Heaven
If there is any

This is just poetry
And thoughts
And visions
That many
Wouldn't understand
But me

Hold on a second

This must mean
I am free.

The sacred space

Its within
This dark
Sacred space
I found my
Fears
Found my hate
This hollow
Marrow
In my chest
Next to
My heart
Getting late
Every second
Of this time
a moment's
Love
In my fate

Within this
Dark
And sacred
Space
I found
The light
And my
Way
Found my
Warmth
The part
That loves
I found
Trust
And a gate
A gate to enter
In a bliss
In laughter's
Own abyss
I found
Zero
Being lived
In a trance
In this space
This nothingness
Coming to
Patterns
To colors
To sex
To explosions
Rush
Adrenaline
Luck
Beauty
Art
And different tastes
In experiences
Of everyday

A lovely state
Of mindlessness.

Dark, Grey and Deep.

Dark waters
Running deep
Pacing up
Rushing
Gushing
Making noise
Telling stories
Telling lies
Moving constantly

The dark grey
Waters
Making way
Through my chest
With rocks
As sharp
As how she lied

Over mountains
Through the hills
The dark grey waters
Flowing
Roaring
Screaming out
The same stories
Same lies
They believed
Inside my chest
Beating
Feeling every
Movement
Of the stealth
Of the agony
Of choosing
Its course
Of being
Where it is
Not knowing
Where this
Will lead

One good thing
About all rivers
Regardless of
How notorious
They are
They mix
Into the ocean
But the ocean
Seems so
Far.