Drop of water

A drop of water from the well of my being …..

  From the well of being, bucket of water was filled, and pulled up into my conscious mind. I sat there looking at the surface, ripples appearing and disappearing at periphery making many images on the surface of my mind.

I saw many faces so familiar to me, as if they are living and breathing inside me. 

I am not sure if they were me or not, but i can hear them talking to me. 

each has a story to tell, and I am part of their story. and they are all part of my story. 

some times our eyes meet and we just stare at each other, not knowing what to say or how to say, but eyes can read the silence and so can heart . So I am hoping you are able to read me, even though i don’t say much .

AK

Flower and fruit

You are a colorful fragrant flower that still need to turn into fruit

I am that ripe sweet fruit that is ready to be picked up from the tree to enjoy

Ak

Tainted Memories

Winding vine

Of morning glory

Trying to grasp as it climb

Holding on to my train of thoughts

getting lost

among the neurons

Only the shadow remains

Just few seeds

to start a new

AK

Hidden

Image

Day after day

When I was in my 20’s, I use to wonder, how my life will unfold, 10 or 20 years from now. I had no idea about the ups and downs of life that was ahead of me then. After been through so much, I still feel there is a lot ahead of me yet to come, am I ready ? I don’t know, I guess no one is , but we are resilient beings and just keep going no matter what, like breathing, day after day after day, trying to stand up every morning from that bed, taking one step after another, splash of water on the face, looking into our own eyes in the mirror, staring and thinking who are you ? and what happened to me ? did I got lost somewhere along the way ……….

Strangers in Strange land

I walk and I am tired

But I keep walking and won’t stop

All these unfamiliar roads

Strangers , unknown faces

Where am I ?

I don’t belong

I am trying and I will not give up

I hope and I believe

One day I will find

The Home

The way back to You

Till then

I walk and I ll keep walking

Tea Party

Preparing for the tea party, taking out the good china, that fragrant tea I ordered last week, pouring the hot water, taking the pastries out, finger sandwiches , decorating table, placing everything exactly where it belongs.

A guest will come, that unknown stranger, I know, my 6th sense tells me so

Waiting ………

Knock on the door , silence ….

Knock again …. but I am afraid to open the door

afraid to let someone come in , what if ? ? so many questions

afraid to open the door of my heart

afraid to have it broken

I can’t ….

but I want to

clock is ticking …. I peak outside

I see someone sitting on stairs, facing the other way

finally I open the door, that person turns around with a smile , get up, steps in

Close the door behind

Capturing my heartbeat

and

I let go handing over the key

Ak

Madness

I felt secure and safe within me

Roaming room to room

I got lost

Entered so deep within

Cant find my way out

Now its just me within myself

There is no one else

Sitting next to oil lamp in my heart

I talk , I listen , I reply

aks

Desire

What is planning ?

It’s visualizing in mind what we want . Every action start with vision, it’s the first and most important step to action. We see it, we plan it , we act on it, and its done .

The reward is the end product .

What is desire ?

Its the colors which paints the vision . Without desire, vision is just black and white, and don’t have much impact .

Fog

My heart use to be a place full of sunny days, where countless fragrant colored flowers bloomed all year long , butterflies’s heaven it was. Some days were cloudy as well, but clear as crystal , I could see for miles, those lush green mountains surrounding the valley that carried the sparkling blue water in its lap. A place where I could go and stay for as long as I wanted, full of clean fresh air, filled with oxygen .

My heart is now all foggy, it has the strange smell of mystery now, I can’t see too far, at night it gets even more dark. I am sure, someone else lives there now, I can hear the sobing, but since I can’t see , I don’t know who is that. At times it pulls me in, but I try not to stay for too long. Since you have departed and left me here on earth, my heart has become a hunted place.

~ Ak

Ghost trough trees in mysterious forest with fog on Halloween

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