the state of drishti

The state of dristi is
now blinding your vision.
kept changing viewpoints for
blending with real.
What you found long back
ceased to exist today.
Never observed the day light
Though was watching the world so wide.

What you see becomes unreal
Now you have reached
the state of drishti
Where vision can no more lead your way
This is the state of drishti
But it’s the last thing
That you can ever try.



The beautiful vision rush through the eyes,
fills up your mind and slowly fades away ,
like soft bubbles that float in the air,
you find yourself staring at them blowing away.


The Beautiful vision plays with your mind,
Lives inside of you
You find yourself swimming through the seabed
You find yourself sleeping with the mermaid

Alleviating sufferings through the beauty of drishti
Cogitate to know what they really are
The state of drishti can take you higher
Purify your thoughts
Where vision can no more lead your way
This is the state of drishti
But it’s the last thing
That you can ever try.


The beautiful vision rush through the eyes,
fills up your mind and slowly fades away ,
like soft bubbles that float in the air,
you find yourself staring at them blowing away...

 

The Tunes of maya.

Walking  past the rhythmic waterfall

I  sat  on the splashy rainbow

am on the magic mountain top

flashbacks of my  life passing by 
encircled by the tunes of  maya

rising with the tunes of maya

It was a gloomy  rainy morning

When  i went up the  soggy green mountain

Awakened  by magical thinking 
 Overhearing levitating yogis

 Who named you  as the fruit of life.

 And who observed the flow of maya.

 

I lost u during the summertime love

Then I came to u when she left me alone.

You made me a happy rolling stone

you showed me flashy sunrise

I never thought of u as bizzare

Unless we were few hours apart

Then I tried  to become myself

but mind was  in the flow of maya

oh  I was listening to the tunes of maya.

Walking  past the rhythmic waterfall

I  sat  on the splashy rainbow

am on the magic mountain top

flashbacks of my  life passing by 
encircled by the tunes of  maya.

rising with the tunes of maya.

The Mystic Pathway.

The  random paths I chose to  wander,

Leaving me  within  the body I was born.

I know  I no longer matter to the world,

This prompts  me to take a deep look around,

To see  the world that rolls without me,

I  am just a lost spectator in time,

Without a typical movement ahead.

Yes sometimes its easy  to be all alone,

 better to witness  without  response,

Like an invisible  ghost watching you,

Walking through the random paths so long,

I see the colors of the lightened city,

 yells  of the young and alive country,

I meet  the strange  people who passby,

All in groups and some alone,

Lost in their talks and moving on.

I don’t remember the story of  my life,

And still cant solve  the mysteries of  mind,

I  pretend  to have had  a sweet past,

 But never can be a nostalgic man,

 Ignoring  all the vague memories that haunt me,

I prefer to be this  lost spectature.

 I  could see the  tipsy  teen punks in groups,

 besides porsch nightclubs  all ready to date,

I pity the goodlooking  hustlers  waiting along,

to get laid for  living their tangledup life.

The world around you  is an obscure fantasy,

Its  the unique people who make  it  blissful,

I  don’t have anything to lead me on,

Tats when I think  some moments were precious,

The colors in my life were  revolving  around them.

Now  the paths are  just  fading away..

I am not sad but there’s  nothing to cheer me,

This state I live makes me feel empty,

I always believed  life is full of surprises,

But now I find its all repetitions,

World keeps rolling and am a happy spectature..

The nights are longer than ever  before,

I started to dream with open eyes,

This dream I know is never gonna be real,

I  merge in to it  without any hope to fulfil.

I forgot  what are expectations in life,

This routines are gently becoming me,

What I do is no more a plan,

Everything just happens as I get along.

These  random paths I chose to wander,

Leaving me within  the body I was born.