The Gecko...

As I sit down with a blank page and pen
thinking what to write...
I see a gecko, freshly out of its black hole in the wall,
basking in the heat of the lamp
which tries to light up the dark night.
And i watch as the gecko sits there
changing color from black to beige...
slowly, excruciatingly, inexorably,
trying in vain to blend in;
losing itself.
And I realize...
I don't want to be that gecko.

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mujassime...

chaand ki thandi roshni mein
sangemarmar ke mujassimon ki tarah,
bahut khoobsurat hai ye jahaan...
lekin kuch mara mara sa lagta hai...

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I am...

I am the Elements
I am the Force
I am the End
I am the Source

I am Zero
I am Infinity
I am the Moment
I am Eternity

I am the Vibration
I am the String
I am the Cosmos
I am Nothing

I am the Stillness
I am the Dance
I am Destiny
I am Chance

I am the Word
I am the Sound
I am what You seek
But never found

I am your Consciousness
I am what you see
I am You
And You are Me...

sea side ramble...

the eternal crashing of the waves into the rocks
as the sea rushes to meet the land
drawn by some force, larger than itself.
an endless yearning for oneness...

towards the horizon, the endless ocean
merges into the gray blue sky
drawn by some force, larger than itself.
the artist smudges the line between water and space...

the fiery sun watches and mocks the sea
as it pines and yearns for the impossible,
each particle dancing its own cosmic dance
at the command of the salty wind and the cold moon.
but everyday the sun forgets
that it moves towards an inevitable end
drawn by some force, larger than itself.
it grows red and melts into the aquamarine...

the fire, the earth, the water, the wind and endless space
bound together in this cosmic dance.
fulfilling some need to merge into one- momentarily, eternally
drawn by some force, larger than themselves...

Tracy Has a Carpet...

Tracy Has a Carpet;
it's a magic carpet.
It flies about in starry skies
and takes us far beyond the lies.

The Garden of Dreams in the Land of Love
with honeydew flowers and the golden dove;
all the wonders you wanted to see,
rivers of chocolate and a candy tree!
The piper plays his haunting song,
the ladies dance and sing along.
The moon silently shines and smiles
and lights the place for miles and miles.

Tracy Has a Carpet;
it's a magic carpet.
It flies about in starry skies
and takes us far beyond the lies.

The Enchanted Forest, the Eternal Woods,
where lives the great wizard Xabudz,
comes alive with the nightingale's song;
nothing's amiss nothing is wrong.
And Xabudz stands tall with his greying beard
flowing in the air (it looks a little weird).
He casts a spell of a wonderful kind
and clears the cobwebs of the mind.

Tracy Has a Carpet;
it's a magic carpet.
It flies about in starry skies
and takes us far beyond the lies.