Riddles

It feels like
There is
An even bigger
Being
Inside me
Bigger than
Anything
You would have ever seen
Made of
Light and darkness
Yes and no
Things you do
And things you don't
So much bigger
Than this tiny
Body
So much bigger
Than the hole
Of the pupil
You see your world
Through

Its been as big
Since you were born
And it will be
When you do
Not see yourself
Inside the body
You thought
You grew into
Also made of
Dreams,
This being comes
Out of the blue
To surprise you
When
You feel
Its alive
Just inside you

Somewhere
In the bones
Somewhere
Right outside
The goosebumps
It gives you

I look
In the mirror
You can not see
You can not touch
You can not feel
It in the reflection
But only
Inside you
Is that being
That is writing this
Down
For you

And as far as
You can ever go
Searching
I will always be found
In you
Always be found in you

Unfinished

Your fingers
Are so thin
As sharp as
My heart has ever been
Tracing treasures
On your skin
While your eyes speak
Of the darkness within
The funny kind of dark
Lit with a bit of spark
Of your smiles
And the seeds of your
Soul
That you thought
Will not grow into
What you have become

Sit with me now
Keep talking
Your voice and the vibe
Heal me so
From all I have been
To myself within
Breathe on my skin
A little more
After we have kissed
And the after taste
Of the coffee your soul
Drank with mine
And the ciggeratte's smoke
Going up with each other's
Ideas
That we might never discuss
Again
Begin another
Conversation
In this moment
To the next
A word attaching
Past to the rest
Of what is happening
And what will happen
Like a vibe
So lucid and real
That it exists in
Different times and places
As what it is
Throughout
It only evolves
But much like branches
Of the trees
You never know
Where it turns
And takes rest.

Alive

It wasn't easy to be doing nothing when she was there. He kept trying to refine his image. He wanted her. She wanted him more than him. He knew what was going on. He knew he didn't have to do all that. She kept touching her hair as if to retain the decor of the frame of his eye. She didn't want him to feel she wasn't pretty. She kept doing things to get his attention. The gloss on her lips and the shine on her nails were suppose to dazzle him and so they did, much like her eyes but never as much. They had barely spoken. The best kind of conversations are never aloud. A smile for a smirk and a blush for a touch. They both were enjoying this. More so, they had never spoken to each other before. Silence became expressive after a while, almost tangible, like colors to an artist. Liquid, lucid and alive.

Kasol, the afterthought.

With 25 thousand tourists a year, Kasol isn't a secluded part of the hills anymore. It is growing and so are the locals out there. They never imagined that people would come rushing in for the river that flows so fiercely that it becomes an echo in the minds that land up there. Soft minds, or to be softened minds.

We don't know if its famous for its brilliant charas,the beauty, or the crowd which definitely looks more creative than a club on Saturday night at haus khaz. We don't know if it is the plant (widely available everywhere anyway) or the freedom to smoke it that brings the modern Indian hippie culture together.

From debates that have neither legalized it nor told us the reasons for why is it still illegal, parvati valley offers a getaway for all since the spliffs have been lit from either side of the debates.

The beauty of the place, the plants,trees hills and even the evening breeze, the nutella crepes, the bridge that has been swinging between chalaal and Kasol and the thrill of walking on it (at least for the first time), the religious brand ambassadors lighting up chillums, the group of friends who have lied to their parents saying they are in manali and are found holding coconut shells as their crushing bowls in an environment which has almost a nil chance of violence when compared to our country's capital are smiling after smoking the joint they just rolled pushes me to question if we are fighting the right war at all.

The perspective on marijuana is changing with the western culture realising what they did was wrong. Take off the blindfolds of fear of the unknown. Know and not believe. Research and not agree to voices that apparently lead us to a brighter tomorrow. Marijuana isn't a big deal, the fear of it is.

Keep

Open doors

Knock knock
Hey there
Thought you were dead
I'm standing here
Let me in
It's raining

Thank God it's raining
Some excuse
To let me in
My God it's so warm in here
Away from logic
Away from fear

Sit
Why do you stand
I hope I don't make you
Uncomfortable
Stability is for fools
Travel is for sailors

Make a spark
Light a fire
And in that
Hotness breathe
So let the cold
Sleep some more
Some smiles
Let me steal

Why do I feel like
I am
The one you were
Waiting for
I'm just a passerby
Who'd travel
Door to door

I ask not of food
I ask not of wine
I ask not for sleep
I ask not to make you mine

I ask for comfort
I ask for care
I ask for light
And love that we share
I ask not much
Just this night
Next morning I'll be gone
Out of your sight

For I am scared
To stand
On the sand too long
The impression
It will leave
Will have me gone
In just a wave
Until I keep running
For far too long
But then its the same thing
You see
That we will be
Gone along with the wave
Along with our impressions

Let's just fuckin sieze this day

And poof.

From Sleep To Supernatural

It was in the middle of his sleep when he was shaken. He didn't wake up. He knew if his body woke up he would miss the reality his dreams were showing him. He was told that the body is separate and his soul resides in the body like a priest in a temple. He had ingested herbs that would let him reconsider his beliefs. He wasn't sure if this wasn't one. He had a habit of sleep-talking at times but never had he come across such an experience. 

His eyes opened almost as if they were meant to be opened; much like when you wake up on your own. He was awake while his body rested peacefully. He tried to move but he found himself paralyzed. Fear was the first thing that struck him but he controlled his breath because he also knew that its the tempo of the breath that signals the body and wakes it up. He understood the mechanics behind it. He felt like moving his feet and so he tried. What happened next gave him much clarity of who was experiencing everything. His feet moved but not physically. The feeling of the feet moving was felt but it was just his unseen self. He learned quickly that he wasn't a part of the emulsion between the body and the soul. He go excited and scared at the same time. He thought he would die. "If this is how it feels to be out of your body then death shouldn't be a difficult thing to handle" he thought to himself. He could feel himself floating above his body. suspended and gripped back only by what was behind his eyes. If he were to shut his eyes then, he would easily slip out of his body and go to his own wonderland. Like how the mystics talk about their own wonderlands. He was afraid to let go then, fearing permanent paralyses. This is how profound the experience was.