Essence of Being

Essence of Being

"There was nothing, inside which became something--Big Bang."
This particular theory of nature is in essence a proof practically, that everything that was impossible is today possible.

The Loop

An old man crawling,

rising,

fading,

into an endless cycle,

of life and death.

Death, which does not tire

And so life not wade

Nor the fashion of

this loop that lapses.

And lapses 

And lapses

Till the end.

Even this ink yearns to cease

So am I this stolen

This clock broken!

This endless cycle of life and death,

This broken clock that lapses,

And lapses and lapses.

On air

On air

On air as though one bird

Is Flying to its nest

Here I come Nepal

Four years of floundering

And for flourishing

I flew

And today on, the air,

I normally breath

I am traveling, 

with, balloons of 

Green blue yellow and purple

My mind is to rejoice

For I am on air

Flying like a bird

Back to its nest

Here I come Nepal

Tree

As low as rocks

And as tall as sky

You stick out before me

Strong and still

in Silence, Tree

Purple, red, green, yellow- all colorful

Buried underground, you have championed the greatness of light

Oh, Chlorophyll! What wisdom you've got.

Mighty Tree: all start small.

A little bit here, a little bit there.

Tiny flowers sprung up on ground.

In time, you grow big- what an inspiration you are.

Then you flash your color

Attract the bees, or perhaps the butterflies 

May be the purple one,

Whichever you choose.

Tree! The all compassionate one:

Not only do the bees buzz

But humans too, who sometimes

Even bug you.

It's the way we go around- all because of you.

You, who feed the goats and cattle, and insects and animals

And we who feast on them, or suckle on what's left of you.

What a being you are, tree!

As humble as the rocks,

As profound as the sky,

And as great as the light.

True love

True love

What is love without lust 

And in absence of return, a love

A world full of people

Of opposite sex

Of attraction and distraction

And only one is special, one love

One heart, a soul and mind

Together in harmony

A peace of moment

Blossoming as though a flower

Only this is in heart, felt

Like a sense, it can feel

Every step, every second

Every breath, if full of the kind of

Feeling. The kind of touch,

A heart can sense, feel and be moved.

A Love not of any kind but true

The lament of a perfect soul

Even while the whole world echoes along

It's a shame one can reverberate alone

Even in the brightest of hours

One can sense darkness, in shadows cast

Whilst close to perfection one can yet regret to refrain

From that which is not done

What soul, what heart, what light

Emotions like tornadoes neglet all the rest 

That- which all aspects mentioned-

'Tis all this soul has to lament

Just

From today I shall live

Knowing someday I shall not be gone

That every thing I have

Shalln't be there

That the people I meet

Will never be there too

That I am just living "A life"

Life that is beautiful, crazy, painful and precious

Will not be there anymore

From here, I choose.

A life of water

The life of a tree

The life of me in just

I water, I bathe, the tree I live by

And air I breathe

I shall be thankful for

The thought I am

I shall be one with the rest

In peace and and in whole

I hereby shall live simply

Breath simply, eat simply and

Be the tree I am

I shall renounce the matter that does not

Content in pure heart

With necessities met

I shall be joyful, happy and in peace 

I shall be just