Sunday, May 28, 2017

Mountains and rants


Certain places talk to you through the way they are. The cities in their own strange way wind your ego. The seas stablize your core. The sound of the ways go much deeper than your skin and bones. 

If you've been living in a city especially Delhi, my hometown, you tend to feel the social practices and norms getting heavier by the day. But if you stay near the coast the sound of the waves suddenly cancels out the importance of our existance. Reminding, with every wave of the breeze and the sea itself that there's much more to things than the rat race we've been in. 


Mountains are very similar in that context and definitely one of my favorites. There are multiple layers to which it is destressing. The moment you enter the mountains, the people completely change. They are much sweeter, caring, and humble. It seems like there's a inverse relationship between height of the place and the ego of the people. 

The pine trees, the himachali chai, actual goats grazing natural grass, rivers Singing lullabies there's so much to go there for. Mountains for me destress at different levels and dimensions simultaneously. 

Their grandness when realized makes us feel so tiny and irrelevant. The good kind of irrelevant. The type of
Irrelevant that let's us drop our stories behind and just be absorbed by the scenic masterpiece the nature has created. Birds wake you up with happily. The sun feels like it's happy for you and triggers gratefullness. The formation of the clouds and sunset in the same frame as the mountains is a drug in itself. The oxygen is widely abundant. 

We all know one can get high off of oxygen. Trancidental meditation is all about defusing the right amount of oxygen to the brain. With the level of pollution in delhi, five breaths equal one taken in the hills. No wonder you'd find all Yogis there. They've known this for centuries that a higher altitude is scientifically more beneficial for their yog and their meditative state. Any place with a lot of greenery is ideal for the Yogi but the hills have a special pull. 



I'm not a Yogi or a Traveller. I've studied in Shimla for 5 years and spent 3 years in manipal, Karnataka for my college which is very close to a beach. I've been living in Delhi only in the past 2 years plus the first 12 years of my life and I have to say, delhi as a city is one of the most stressful cities to stay in. 


I really hope things get better here, and hope even more to finally settle down in the hills.


Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Oh anna


Hello Anna 
How's your day? 
Did you meditate 
Or did you pray ? 

I meditated 
And centred me 
You though 
I thought I'd see 

I'd hoped 
To see you 
In that garden 
Of mine 
No-thought 
No-action 
And no-mind 

Just flowers 
That'd open up 
To your smiles 
And laughter 
When you're 
Woken up 

Where I'd lay 
Beside 
Your gorgeous 
Soul 
Feeling satisfied 
And feeling whole 

I'd close my eyes 
Your hands would hold 
My hands inside 
The sheets so old 

Your hands would 
Almost melt my fingers 
Like there's more 
To explore 
And then some more 

When you'd 
Touch me 
I'd shut my eyes 
To be aware of 
My hands 
You'd want 
To explore 

I'd be aware 
Of every inch
You touch 
Transcending 
Healing 
Warming up 

Holding hands 
To caressing my arms 
To touching my neck 
A trancidental dance 

Oh Anna 
You beauty.





 




Monday, May 1, 2017

Lands and sea

Buried deep 
Inside my bed 
With words drooling
On my head 

From faces 
I have grown 
Up with 
In places I have 
Grown and 
Hid 

Those corners
And those 
Dusty rooms 
Dirty plates 
And broken 
Brooms 

Hide somewhere
In my town 
In memories
Somewhere down 

Down the line
In Time
My time 
Glories lived 
And I would shine 

Won alone 
Won it all 
None around 
To clap or call 

I smiled at 
My conquered lands
Well constructed 
Built with hands 

And then 
I had 
To stop and leave 
My conquered lands 
My giant seas 

Back to where
My school books were 
Reading stories
They believed 

Believed to let 
Me code the world 
In sentences 
Made of words 

The conquered 
Lands 
Giant seas
Washed away 
With reality 

Reality 
That they believed 
Would give birth 
To those seas 

To seas 
And 
To those lands 
And to the singers 
Of the bands 

That sang
Songs of freedom
That sang songs 
Of hope 
To let out their treason 
And wash it
With my soap 

Clean it 
Clean it 
Wipe it clean 
Wipe it till 
You're eighteen 

And then 
In the 'real world'
Do what they've 
Done above 

Follow follow 
Kill your lands 
Kill those seas 
With your hands 

Choke them 
Till they fuckin 
Die 
For if you don't
Then they will try 

Kill them 
Cut them 
Chop them up 
"If you don't 
Then you will cry" 

You will cry 
And you will loose 
And if you try 
Then you will choose 

Choose your 
Path 
Loose your sight
Try walking
And you just might 

You might just 
Reach those 
Lands and sea
Standing tall 
On your feet 

Hold that story
Hold your ground
Look straight
Don't turn around 

You will 
Walk and 
You will see
That's always been
Your realty

Buried deep 
Inside my bed 
I start living 
My dreams instead. 

Sigh-chedelic

Half the world
Across from here 
She sat looking
At everything clear 

With sunlight 
Lighting up 
Her smile 
She turned around
So she could 
Feel 

Feel the sunlight 
On her back 
Sunrays sinks
To slowly hack 

Hack her 
Pores 
Hack her mind 
Hack her 
Empty
Glass of wine 

Her eyes 
Roll up 
In the loving warmth
Her neck looks like 
A silent storm 

I reach in now 
To breathe her in 
I caress her chest 
And rub her skin 

Her nipples Stand 
Up to see 
What they can touch 
What they can feel 

Her smile begins 
To invite me in 
My mind and soul 
As well my skin 

Our skins greet
With a wholesome 
Thirst 
Our lips open 
Her sit above 

Above 
My chin 
Above my heart 
Above my stomach 
And then I grin 

I lay behind
Her 
I stay behind 
Her 
I bite and lick 
And kiss 
Behind her 
I put my hands
On her thighs 
She pulls me 
Close 
And then sighs 
My fingertips
Part her thighs 
Louder breaths 
Louder sighs 
Her back 
Curls in an arc 
Her body 
Like a piece of art 
Her fragrance 
Born from satisfaction 
Her soft breasts 
Above her heart 

Holds me 
Molds me 
Gently folds me 
Her tongue 
Resisting 
From the start 
Dives in my 
Mouth now 
Strives in my 
Mouth now 
Alive in my 
Mouth now 
Takes a walk 

Like a beautiful 
Girl walking in the rain 
Happy despite 
All her pains.