Radhadesh_Belgium_Ecstatic!!!

Do i say more to this picture is the fix. As i need to stop being so immersed to speak.

The silence felt like a single giant wheel churn of karmic visions, no false play, and now it is just about how much more one can absorb, for i am all but voracious right now. Though not in Radhadesh, hopefully maya is always around..hehe

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This comes straight from the travel book. A one in the making though. Everything is falling in the right place at the right time. The harmony and it's derogatory powress of solitude was striking like a thunderbolt in the mist of ignorance. The beguiled misguide is broken.

The gullible wanted to be dead and buried. This particular day, in Pune, after a beautiful afternoon and a fun filled evening of koregaon park and it's energy play, we unisioned to instant state of every mo(ve)ment or "the moves-we-ment" , i can explain the play but it was too intricate and subtle to be put in words. All i can say is it was an experience in itself, and all of koregaon park boys to vouch for the conch-ness of time, one osho-ite in the group tells me i sound like Osho, for all i know, i was bliss struck, no wish to move, not even to the immediate locality,where we could have found Ms.JOLIE to all our jolly-good-heavens luck luster.

That night we had taken off with khalid's friends towards a hill station called mahabaleshwar. Somehow we returned a quarter way through, for all i never thought, i would go to this same place a couple of weeks later, though not as per my travel plans. NOt that pune was a plan in itself.

we get up early, me and my friend khalid, to do atleast one thing creative for this whole pune trip, so we go to the park outside osho's commune.

I really wanted to go to Osho's commune, as no other place on the face of this planet fosters a learning of the most ancient of the literature under one roof; be it buddhism, vaishnavism, zoroastrianism, or plain simple art of living...unfortunately,there was a hitch, and we were aware of that before hand. One has to go through a HIV test and wait 1 long week for the results and scrupulous barriers to be materialized, which i found quite irritating and not just! 1 should just be let in, as there could be non-freudian intentions, a quest for a master, etc.

The park was very quite and there were hardly any people in there, for the misty winter has it's ow(e)n effects in bed ;), only the determined could see what they would see here.

The levels of energy were elevating, what we missed we clicked. What we clicked is all these words being put together. The serenity at the park is exactly the same madness that i had felt when i read my first book, which was, to my under-(knocking)- stand-ing of basic elements, written by Osho The Madman.

To my name as a synonym for the Sun, sheetal jal or cold water was to be the basic element, calmness was the virtue, insight(e)dness was the garb, youthful was the perception and unforgettable was the experience.

Ps: I am not and will never be chasing a particular cult or sect. of historic eventualities, but will just garner knowledge and develop abilities to derive non conflicting standpoints for an even better understanding of this very Alma matter, LIFE!

The Float Perspective

Perplexed by my on reflexique the other day, i have decided to write this experience.

it was a very long day of hot summer heat and the evenings only fade off in the mist of moisture filling humid air. just as i thought i had lasted the day for a good evening to come, my mind started to shutter between the to do and the as usual never to do. the never to do would be not so consistent in my perseverance of the mundane as the to do. For i am not to die off and be a few hour lasting deed man indeed. the more i dwell this task of being consciously aware of things around me, the more they draw me closer to them. Tangible or non tangible, they all matter the most for as far as my understanding goes towards fabricating everything together for a thorough sense perception. For with this vision is a perception only when i sense it sensibly using all my 5. This is as far as sensing the tangibles and the audible and the visuals are concerned, and so i felt apt for the perseverance of the mundane.

As i always wanted to swiftly drift away into the higher realms of life, where your sixth perception is active, and you start to not only be a part of the material world around but at the same time constantly learn the unseen, unheard thoughts and emotions of people, particularly when you are gyrating in both the worlds. I misunderstand myself for an escapist trying to flee the norms of the society, for i am only talking about the unseen. MA MA world material is stretched to stellar horizons, for my vision is so small. I have unconditionally woven myself into this realm of contractual reality just to get and understanding of the way further to it.

The deeper i probe, the more i learn, the deeper i want to learn the more it looks tough, and the more i want to quit, but during my consistent approach towards understand the reality, considering the fact that i come from the same plane that i have lived most of my life in the past, and not a prodigal either, have failed to understand the mechanics of it, this is driving me even more towards getting a clearer picture. Even at this point of time, the picture comes to me like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, where like a child i start to fix the pieces as and when i get then, only to be intrigued by the picture that is taking shape and running my imagination wild as i await the other pieces to be given to me.

This was meant to be a slow process as many have said and the experts have written. After reading some of these excerpts, i have always wondered if i will ever be able to perceive what these wise men are talking about, if i will ever be able to live in the norms of the society and still venture out for the not so ordinary experiences.

As my understanding is probing me further more into multitudes, i am only to stand corrected every time about my grey conceptions, so much so that i have to start from scratch every time. The escapade is always very alluring, but i am determined to figure out the ways of life.

Every thing is becoming so subjective as i proceed, every single point has a meaning, every single word has an expression hidden within itself as it be spoketh, every exasperated breath is a tale of detail. So subjective is the perception that it is leaving a very thin line between solitude and infinitude. i am just searching the limits around me, patience has really paid off in doing so, and i continue to strengthen it on my way in. there are so many links, subjective some, objective others, critical many but all are so loving. A thought- subjective is forcing me to give it a shape of a desire- objective, with or without critical thought of the circumstances, for i can behold criticism on grounds of this understanding. For as long as sense prevails in the mind, body and soul of the seeker-me, i want to be on this quest no matter what.

My picture was really really big that day, but my vision was so small. i was doing my regular workout at the gym. You would relate to what i am talking about if you have ever tried to get a finger each from both your hands and join them right in front of your forehead where the nose bridge ends, and try to focus both your eyes on it, you will see a floating finger, yes, but the only difference this time was, i caught a moment of unity with a single vision, it was not this and that, but just ONE. What was this ONE i had no idea, as it did not feel like anything of the world around me, nor did i myself felt belonging to the world around me. The vision was in solidarity with me, and i was in solidarity with myself. Even though for a moment, the picture came rushing, ever so expanding of the thoughtful, of the evolutionary, of the bliss, of which i yet know so little about. The experience was a treat for a moment, and a reminder for the hardships that lay ahead even to understand rational realizations if not self-realizations already.

New Horizon

I am an optimist at dawn
I am trying to be an optimist at dusk

The realm of optimism is very intriguing
reality in the face is very beautiful

for long has it waitied to come so close
for long have i ran away from the truth

as i rediscover the nicities of the real
as i diffrentiate the surreal from the beauty
as i disassociate from the conscious to the semi

a long awaited bliss beckons from everywhere!

new approach towards life, a new sense of understanding
where love is the answer and love is the way

i have been devoid of the soma for so long, that now i long to drink
drink every drop of it as i yearn to churn more of this practical grind.

routine is normal routine is boaring, supposedly
all the comfort lies in the routine to me now.

for now i know what is me and how is the world around me
constantly learning and understanding is the fabric of society

i stand every so reminded that all i have to give is indeed
an attempt to get what i would like to receive

as the opportunities in life come knocking, even though not so often
and one nice one yet to strike me yet

i stand confident of not missing it this time, as i am home
i feel home, it is the routine, it is my constant sub in the routine

it is no more the realm of sub conscious in the placid suspension of dreams
it is a conscious effort to be in thie very sub conscious that can be constant

the subtle is no more a co-incidence, the subtle is no more far reached
come inspiration, meet my new buddy, come motivation meet my new friend

a desire reckons my every thought to long for this realm
this realm of opportunity where a suspended animation is a state of motion.

kinesis is reality now and stativity is even more real
this realm of hope, the intensity i must feel.

myraid are the colors of white as my eye becomes a prism for light
colorful are the thoughts as my mind becomes a kaleidoscope thence

the vividness of my imagination constantly adrift
now i know how it feels to know of the rift.

the conflict of the dual is every so haunting that,
to conflict5 or not to conflict is a matter of fact now

to conflict is to face reality
not to conflict is to face reality with a welcome gesture
any which ways, the real has made up her mind
now i must choose to see or be blind.

Reign of Reina

Reign of Reina
Welcome to the new regime
this is an absolutely new order

An order of the afficionada
i am to be the captive, i am to be the liberator
a captive liberator

essential as a breath, tough as a wrecked
i look unto the skies to bemuse my freak

the freak in me is unleashed to you
the freak in me was unleashed by you

now you say you are going to ride me
and i say i am going to abide mi

mi abstinence has never been so extreme
the extremism always looked from inside of me

now i look out for ways to find
my acquaintances, are no more in my mind

solitary thoughts of my bewilderment have beguiled me
for much lay outside the realm of extremism that i love now

the momentum of life seems way too pleasing
the reign of mi reina is ever so leasing

lend me all your glory, lend me all your charismatic powers
for i am out to reach the heights of azure allure!

pristine as this thought, subtle as this moment
i bow to my confines, for continuance in thee...

C.S.I - crimson summer interests

in the mist of the heat, in the mist of the summer
there is a new hope, there is a wonder

she makes me forget all the agony, all the pain
her very thoughts light up the summer lames

she rushes through my every drop of blood like quick silver
i behold my interests within red's now

if connect is what understand of is to
she is as far as my understanding wants to go, my connection wants to go

this would have been another summer in disdain, waiting for the rain
but her name in itself is as cooling as an island for the wrecked

thoughts run wild, thoughts run deep, thoughts never run out of my meril streep
it's easy to run and alright to hide, but my summer cliches are all but beguiled

her charm is mystic, her aura is pleasant
i behold all of you in every moment of this pristine heat

let your forgiveness smile on my ignorance and stupidity
for i have never felt so acutely aware of wanting a treasure like you

i would like to stand under the cascade of cool flow of your hair
i would like to wrap myself around the towering persona of your innocence
i would like to feel the aum like mystic vibrations of your body


just for one special reason, come this season, my crimson sweet rose, full of fragrance, full of colors of joy, you paint my summer interests so vividly in color, i long for you more than ever...!

EquALiZeR

like a melange of thoughts from earthly to out-worldly
the real essence of life and it's meaning is turning out to be more than i thought i could handle.
it's is no more about consistency, as routine gets anyone consistant, now it is all about how out-wordly or out of the box'ly can one be routine...there lies the real challenge. Multi is everthing now. Multicultural, multiethnic, multilateral, multipurpose, multipurpose, multiples of multi and hopefully one day a multimillionaire at hearts.
if the imagination is wildy fired by the lust of life and secrets of the unknown, then multivisionary first, as there is no richness to me more dear than the galore of the new, of the people, of the thoughts of a pool, it's dynamic, it's fabric, it's nature, it's face, it's value, it's ability to give, an and my quest to take now, for i do not have much to give, a pool has all that i need. the multiplex complexity of the pool is every so eluring to my imagination that my competence is always pushing to the edge, or i am taking too much space in life.

to willingly compromise without an effort is not i am willing to surrender to, to consciously render my own fabric to the fabric of this multi pool is a blessing, to be accepted in the pool, even a bliss, for all are on the same stage as i am than, and i took long for me to get there.

or should it be the advancement of the embecile, through and through, out and out right now, witty with the wits, amoureux with the afficonades, statistical with the static, and energetic with the kinetic. In this symposium of bliss i want to get totally absorbed, in this symphony of multiples that i want to be a constant, a bit, a value add, a part of, for this is the eccentricity of my way to the good times ahead. this has to become my choice of a living. either to get complacent in the wild goose chase of the materialistic, or to live every moments in the multiples of everyone's thoughts of progression, warmth and vivid auras of the unspoken.

For all i want to give is acceptance,
for all i desire more than ever is a meaningful existence,
for all i deserve much is your communion,
for all i believe every so strongly is in my own destiny

i turn myself in to turn out to you!