Sand Castles

Sand castles
she has a habbit of making castles,
she gathers sand ,pebbles, stones et all
gives them what she has all
makes them with her heart full on

some are left too early in the sun to perish
rays of misunderstandings ,
make it rot and fall
some crumble in the wind,
the wind of expectations,
Some just disappear in the dark nights before,

but hey,the wind is happy and the sand is too
they free of attachments ,
Flourish where ever they flow
no matter what they do

and there she is left with crumbled fortresses
till she gets tired of picking up the stones
she realises none is true
while all is real through and through
not invalidating what all she made her grow
she looks for that row
That flow, that glow

something that ever changes but remains the same
something that is there since the beginning and stays forever beyond
ya hayyum ,ya khayyum
in zikr she throws many sand castles
She sees the sand stays the same
many waves dissolving but the seas never change…

she thanks it in the end
to show her real call within
she surrenders yet again
surrenders to dissolve.
Evolve and don’t knows what all

She is cause she is,
As simple as it gets…


Surrender…

i forget ,i remember
i stumble ,i am forever
i remember seeing u in me for the first time
can i use that as a pointer i wonder
my name ,fake fame ,it is all in the game
i love thy in me,why not me in me
she gave me tools
tales to remember
the grip loosens when i hold it tighter
and magic happens when i surrender
she’ll tell not to hold on to the magic or whatever
cause all is in transit
false never stays
true never fails
free me off the false
pain i welcome with all the thunder
just free me of all false
no matter what it takes
my lifes now in surrender
dissolve me in u,im done with it all
dissolve me in u,ur court has the ball


Journey within , Journey without…


i see myself as a pendulum
bouncing back and forth
between arrogance and doubt

i see myself swaying here and there
coming back in the centre
swaying away again

i think to myself may be i am the one seeing
may be i am the bolt staying
i think i get tired i think again

i step back and observe
all this drama i create
laugh at it,it makes me cry at times

i say enough is enough
bring it on
whatever it is
i will go with the flow
surrender amidst
i will free myself to just be as it is
i question this ‘i’
it is blurred than before
i question this ‘i’
and wooooof here it passes by
Sarandha