ADVAITA'S MUSINGS

  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...

  Sshhh… Silence! Gently opening my eyes To the dawn’s first light. Birds in conversation Humming tunes in shrill tones And arguments in loud chirps  Resembling a cacophony. A slow breeze  Moving leaves Cooling and dipping down the heat. And the hustling wind Rattling branches and shaking leaves. The peacefully flowing, Gurgling stream. The calm waves, Caressing feet. Plunging waves and furious river  Leaving no sand unturned. The light rhythmic droplets Tapping on leaves and grass. And the pouring rain accompanied by Roaring thunder and flashing lights Washing away worries for some Yet shattering dreams for another. The scribbling sound on paper While struggling To put into words, the emotions What your heart whispers. Strokes of brushes  While painting out the scenes  From your mind. As the world rests In the nights deepest depths Sshhh…. Silence lets you listen to the world. As the eyes doze off slowly Listen to the breathing  The ticking tender hea...