Fleeting Feelings

  Notes Toward a Mountain At the sight of distant hills something restless moved within me. I followed a rhythm not named, a private summons beating faintly in the heart. The path turned and returned on itself. At places, marsh. At places, stone and thorn that tore the skin of intention. Yet the summit persisted, reappearing in the mind, insistent. I walked on, inventing the way as I went, ignorant of jackal, scorpion, snake. Now the ascent. No visible track. What had seemed, from a distance, marvellous stood near at hand as brute accumulation, tree and rock without promise. Water spoke everywhere, yet showed itself nowhere. The cries of animals merged with birds, with the thin friction of wind. Let me pause. Let me speak sense to the heart. Why should what appeared miraculous from afar now instruct me in fear? My shadow lengthened beyond me. Perhaps it was already evening. I advanced slowly, breathing the weight of the moment, appealing without words to what surrounded me. Silence...

  The Falsehood of Truth What a strange scene— falsehood floating like an icy mountain in the ocean of truth. The scene is clear, An edifice of lies stands adorned On the foundation of truth.  A beautifully garnished garden of falsehood, blooming with flowers—laughing everywhere  rooted firmly in truth’s enduring depths. No one appreciates truth, nor seeks to grasp it. They shrink from it, enthralled by the allure of falsehood, delighted as if gazing at an unbounded sky. Those who understand give it the name of truth, Untouched, abandoned, unseen. Blind people, armed with half-knowledge, Moving in the crowd, crippled in their limping pace, Distressed by truth, seeking solace in the womb of falsehood. ----------------------

  Glacier A glacier— a wandering traveler in the endless sea, drifting on who knows how long. It has swayed with countless storms, danced with reckless waves. Scorching heat, biting cold— none could shake it. It leaves behind a faint trail of bubbles, but in the next moment, the sea erases them. An endless struggle, a peculiar tussle with the sea. New suns, new hues emerge each day. This sea, within itself, Has hidden its existence, And it Slowly dissolves, In the embrace of the sea. ---------------------------

  Kindred Spirit Oh, cruel fate— Don’t be deceived by my words; meeting you suddenly, I am startled, for the first time today. Leaving me in wailing grip, you vanished—disconnected. Why now this eagerness to take me along? So many grievances, so many stories left untold to you. I roamed endlessly, searching— but no trace, no clue of you. Whom could I ask? No one here knows me; no one recognizes you. Tell me—where did you disappear? O, my kindred soul— only I know how I’ve endured these days and nights. Your innocent face, your gentle touch, those sweet words, those lovely dreams— all faded with the tide of time. I have met so many, and parted from countless, So much cherished, and so much lost. At times smiling, at times wiping tears, Wherever I was, a subtle ache lingered, Deep within my heart, And in the corners of my mind, A waiting for you. Do not judge my tears; even I do not know how much joy or sorrow they hold. Seeing you here suddenly, should I rejoice, or curse my fate? A...

  Swarm of Locusts A wall—dense, dark, foreboding— crawls closer, rattling with menace. Some hide, fear-stricken, helpless. Some in preparation, to annihilate the destruction, Some- Calm, silent, unaware— Detached in an intoxicating dream. From afar, the thickening darkness looms, deepening in its relentless rhythm. Forked tongues lash out, ready to devour. The third eye, blazing embers, threatens to incinerate all. One thought echoes through all: trees will be trampled, mountains crushed, rivers and streams erased, leaving desolation in their wake. A strange hum Piercing everyone’s ears.  They sit huddled, watching in fear— Uncertain of when this Uncertain of when this madness will pass.  --------------

  The Third Eye Echoes of “I alone”—a hollow trumph, incomplete, unfulfilled. Though nestled between two eyes, Yet aimless, senseless, painless. consumed by its own fire, and fueling the flames of its twin companions. Truth and lies, love and sacrifice, life and death— all crushed between its gaze. Emerging from nothingness, walking its path, and returning to the void. Where did you see me? Countless universes, Infinite suns— Forming and fading away, yet I alone endure. Neither fire scorched, nor rain soaked Neither swayed by wind, nor confined by the sky. And yet I’ve felt the fire’s heat, the rain’s chill, the breeze’s whisper, the vastness of the heavens. Nothing untouched by me, though I am oblivious. Merging rivers into me, I became an ocean, vast and divine. Churned and brought forth, Nectar, poison, treasures untold— Yet my shores remain parched. From a stream, it turns into a tranquil lake—, it consumes none; only burns, Such is the third eye— settled between two watching e...

  Shadows of Darkness I saw them move like puppets, step by silent step, merging deeper into the stillness, weaving quiet into silence. As the light waned, they clung to me— shadows of darkness, seeping slowly into my breath, permeating every vein. Sparks rose, faltered, to sculpt them anew, but they stole the colors, hiding once more in the dark. They hover around the sun, the moon, the stars, dancing along the Milky Way, from one horizon to the next. They seep through walls and vents, descend through chimneys, stake their claim on doors and windows. Now they linger in every corner. --------------------------------------

  Blank Paper With a blank sheet in hand, I try to sketch a picture. Breathing life into it, I watch it vanish, disappearing in the next moment. Smiling, I gaze at its fading form, dancing as smoke, twisting into nothingness. Now I fill the blank pages with whispers of thoughts, echoing in the dark caverns of my mind, only to vanish with the sunrise, leaving behind the blankness— a canvas untouched. They say he roams the desolate desert now, a mirage himself, drawing errant lines— sometimes grass, sometimes clouds, sometimes stars, sometimes lakes. Sketching endlessly, breathing life into fleeting dreams, scattering woven hopes along his path. And yet, always by his side: a blank page and a whirlwind of thoughts. ----------------------------