ADVAITA'S MUSINGS

  Weary eyes The heart feels heavy, weighed down by thoughts that speak too loudly to ignore. Sleep hovers somewhere far off. Eyes blur with quiet sorrow, each tear a small release of what cannot be said aloud. Eyelids begin to fall. Night settles in, and the shadows draw close, holding every fear in their arms. It’s difficult to stay present. The mind drifts, listening to the voice of dreams as they call gently from the edges. The will to stay awake slips away. The body grows still, and the soul, worn thin, leans toward silence. Let the heart ease its grip. Let it breathe in this moment without struggle. Let the eyes, tired and warm, close softly into the dark.

  Richie Like a whisper of life, he came, A companion pup without a name, For the baby that bloomed inside of me, Capturing hearts with his playful nature . A few months old, so small, so sly, With twinkling mischief in each eye. Whimpers curled in midnight air, Daylight brought his hungry stare, Wagging and jumping out of excitement, For treats so tempting. He danced through clothes and chewed on shoes, A rebel pup with no excuse. He barked at strangers, proud and free, Keeping us safe and guarded. Time moved on, as my baby grew, And Richie watched, with shining eyes. He sniffed the window, fogged the glass, Watching tiny fingers pass. A tiny handshake and a pat, Was all that delighted him most. They spoke in tongues that they could construe, A secret code, profound. He’d wait for snacks at dawn and dusk, Munching them at his favourite corner. Interactions minimal, but a bond intense, A silent friend, so calm, so hushed. With every word we ever said, He’d tilt his head, as if he r...

  Escape Words, sharp as shields, crafted with care to defend, building walls from enemies who wait, knives in hand. With syllables spun, we slip from the noose of truth, dancing with lies. To escape the surrender of soul, of pride- we weave tales in haste, masking wounds left unhealed. We hide our frailty in laughter, wrap tears in whispered promises, and flee from the weight of emotions unspoken. Each word juggled, a performance, a trick- its meaning twisted to fit the shape of the moment. Words uttered, An elation at winning an argument, Like a woven verbal web That feels benign. They wound, they soothe, they cut and mend, Yet never letting out how feelings end. In this game of survival, we live a real lie, our tongues dancing to a song we’ll never sing aloud. But one day, the silence will come, the final escape, when the mind untangles itself from the heart’s tether, In that breathless moment, the sweet lie dies with us. And the words we once wielded fall like dust to the earth...

  Maturity…. What?? Maturity, the mask we don Time, age and seasons pass Ebbing away the childish smile Storms of life Weave and shape us Scars, like badges of the past And every fine line, wrinkle With a story from the past Both joy and sorrow, we embrace The wisdom, that softly grows A journey so slow Yet deep… But back somewhere There is always a vulnerable you A child like you Within you That still runs behind dragon flies Hops around butterflies  Distracts ant trails Break out in cold sweats At the mere sight of an insect Draws pictures in sand with an antlion Blows away milkweed follicles Climbs trees to relish your favourite fruit Mumbles gibberish tunes Flicks raindrops falling down the roof  Jumps in muddy puddles Skips stones across the stream Plays with sticks, Like a mighty sword Yes… Like a broken kite You sway around without barriers  Nor thoughts Or the burden of mind ruling the brain An escape into the wilderness In the exciting silence A realm so wil...