Depression 02

When you continue to walk your staggered feet, without caring of sleeves running below your arms;

When you travel around with no steps, without any vague destination to find the Lost you or to Loose

yourself as no one;

When you continue flowing passively to lie dead, without feeling the air you take in or release;

You start Creating the Core of arc deeper in you, larger than this world, without thinking of when it will

come to an end & to know where it will re-originate from;

You keep on reckon over ants walking in the meadows, relating it to forest of forgetfullness, and rays

falling in it as the End of the Ocean;

You start finding yourself as ‘More in Less’, or this world as ‘Less in More’;

You keep on watching a particle of sand, or a bubble in the sky that bursts spreading the relativity of

Universe creating all the dimensions;

When you reach the singularity in nothing-ness after travelling the de-composition of the Universe,

crossing the parallelity of another;

You find that’s not you waving you all the thoughts wearing you to the End.
That’s DEPRESSION.

–Depression 02.

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Oh! The Lost Sound of Life…

Oh! The Lost Sound of Life,

Your Hug is the Sweetest Pain to Dive;

The Rays of the Stars Falling in the Sky,

Your kiss is the Brightest Breathe, Wanting for the Cry;

In the Noisy Room, and Closed World,

In the Smiling Bloom, and Crossed Heart;

Where Searching for you is a Hope,

And Growing in you is to Elope;

The Holding of Hands with a Squeeze,

And Running of Beats in a Breeze;

The Tremors Swirls across the Neurons,

When the Souls meet Inside the Arms;

That Waiting in hope

For the Rainy Cold,

The Joy it Brings

When the Tears We Drink.

Oh! The Lost Sound of Life,

Your Hug is the Sweetest Pain to Dive.

-Oh! The Lost Sound of Life…

At the Edge of the Infinity.

At the edge of the Infinity

the Universe in the Vacuum

and evolution of Life

Sparkling through the Veins

while the centres of the neurons explode

in and out of Space

where we fall between breathes

when we slip through the birth and death of the moments

like the Journey of a drop on an icy window glass

taking all together in its way, like the yelling beats of our heart

that will never grow back, and held high

with the overlapping fractals diving deep throughout the veins

and empty the emptiness of thoughts as all rush together at a time,

to fall back in our senses as a new dimension

of who we are..

-At the Edge of the Infinity.

Around the Air..

A strand of breeze from your breathe came and twisted around my beats, and made me feel like the same you did when you kissed my forehead. When you came and created the turmoil of bliss within my neurons. These proclaims that these are the part of that same breathe, and they now can feel the warmth of mine in you.

–Around the Air..

The Roots of Life.

When you start feeling your evolution, when you try to think for re-evolution, when you have explored the infinite capacity of cell’s nucleus, when you want to travel the reverse infinity of Life, you are close to the end of evolving.

-Evolving towards the roots of life.

In Dream of No Life 2

Where are we?

On Period of “Once upon a time..!”

Is a new story going to begin? Or we already ended up asking this? We don’t know and we shouldn’t.

Now it’s the same feeling in two hearts. Perhaps the one.

The story should never begin, so that it could never reach the end.

-The story that never began…

–In Dream of No Life 2..

Varanasi- Where Soul & Body are Two Different Things.

The city has many secrets to yell. Secrets are always the truth, they are meant to be hidden. The city that runs on its past. The city that blows all the negativity with the smell of incense sticks. The city that is ruled by a river. The city that celebrates equal love for both, Birth and Death.

Varanasi- Where Soul and Body are Two Different things.

In Dream Of No Life..

Where are we?

At the dusk?

Where there is no worry to wake up in search for a better tomorrow;

Where we just want to live the moment and feel everything left behind;

Where only we, only we are there to be loved by the sound of the Silence;

Such loneliness in togetherness, where we have taken flight not to meet back to our body;

Did we reached the twilight, lighting up the sky with the stars?

Or we are about to wake up ray-ing the new dawn of Life?

-In Dream of No Life..

The Two..

I stopped moving. Feet rooted to the ground, soul up lifted, as if I was holding the air, or maybe it’s the air that held me up.

I smiled dead. The spell was cast.

Two complete strangers, soul and the body, looked each other for the first time. It was the moment when Life split.

Who they were, before they met each other?

The Two, or the world for each other?.

-The Two..