How else do I describe? - Poem

I am the one I have been waiting for, 

There was no recognition before now. 

It's just language is so limited, 

there is no I... 

How else to describe this physical form? 

In silence there's experience of all, 

The wild energy within bursts it's banks. 

Collapsing the shape of who you see, 

which you believe... 

How else to describe this reality?  

There's inherent worth in humanity, 

Of being here in pure immensity. 

Steeped in love, joy and blissful being, 

integration... 

How else to describe that 'I' is not me? 

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Travellers at Dusk - Poem

Sitting amongst the travellers of dusk

The husk

but not it’s juice

dried from the scorching sun

Sitting amongst the travellers of dusk

The musk

of sweat and spice

their skin soaked from the air

Sitting amongst the travellers of dusk

The dusk

the mystery

the implied dream lives on.

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The Hyderabadi Times - Poem

The Hyderabadi Times

Living under Hyderabadi skies

Smoke rises, autos fly

Yellow and black take me far

To yogic traditions and the cinema

The city ‘a jungle’ the new arrival swoons

A rollercoaster ride dancing to Tollywood tunes

Day by day a little deeper we go

Limitations, conversations and initiations flow.

Crossing roads a challenge, horns blare

People selling wallets or plastic combs for hair

We can always eat pizza when rice isn’t enough

Especially when the rollercoaster is a little rough

Hot chocolates soothe, Chocochinos smooth

Help us fit in with the Hyderabadi groove

Visions of the future, emails of the past

As we walk along the road hot air blasts

Traffic policemen politely ask us to drink

Responsibility and acceptance force us to think

Fear dissolves after tears secretly form

Transformation takes place, rigidity torn

Eight days in a city an education takes place

We start to adapt to whatever we face

Leaving the city, an ancient town

And the lake that holds Buddha’s crown

Overlooked by a temple, dressed in white

A bride in all her purity reaching great heights.

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Looking Within - Poem

The destination keeps changing

but my mind tries to stay the same.

Wherever I am,

whatever I stand for,

is as fluid as the water that makes me.

Makes me into what…?

I don’t know

but I glow

when I know the path is alight

with the right energy.

My mind tries to stop me…

gives me thoughts

that take me away

keeps me dreaming the dream.

I have seen

immortals die and

mortals fly

around my head

no blackness, just red

passions never subside

I try and hide

but they know

where I live

I’m taken away

a false map given

I want to be here now

How to surrender to the truth?

When everything is designed

to lure away

bring me pain

How can I change again?

Can I be trained?

Or chained?

Or can I just refrain?

Nothing is the same in my head

Observe and see

But I can’t agree

To the terms and conditions

of what is Not

I’m stuck

Struck down

by a limbo state

I can’t go back

to who I was before

No interest in outside games

I never understood

My life looks within

I’m shedding my skin

To dissolve the boundary

between outside and within

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Bravery - Poem

Bravery is a dying art.

The art of treading a new path.

One which many would shy away from.

Can you see that time goes so fast

when your bravery comes to pass?

Yet the choices we all make

are they really so new?

A Master is inviting you.

The art of noticing within.

One which many would shy away from.

Can you see that time plays tricks too?

Is bravery trying to fool?

Are you ready to challenge 

this path if it's really new?

Bravery is a dying art.

The art of a strong warrior.

One which many would shy away from.

Can you see that time seems to slow

when bravery is needed?

You have some choices to make

Why are you so scared of the new?

A Master is asking you to 

the art of self-engineering.

He knows you are ready to fight now.

Can't you see that time doesn't stop

for the bravery deep in you?

You're ready for the challenge

There's no need to be scared of the new.

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Leaving Ashley Down - Poem

I sit in front of the television

Staring into space

There’s a man talking about some decision

That he really couldn’t face

Upstairs room is bare, bags are packed

But you are not around

You’ve gone away because you lacked

Patience with the sound

of my voice.

Though you didn’t know I was leaving

You didn’t wait to find out

Can’t cope with senseless grieving

And the silence drove me out.

I walk out the door forever

My face dry and soul bare

Realising we’re not together

Knowing how our relationship fared

Middling to worst?

Or the sublime?

Especially when you became mine.

Memories flood me, tears run dry

And the thought of you...

Looking into my room...

Makes me hope that Time

Will heal

my Heart.

Again.

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Come Close Now - Song

Recorded in a broom cupboard in India on a second take with an mp3 player - with Anandhi George. I am not musical but this came from nowhere.

I walked up to my friend and said, 'I've written something, but I'm not sure...' She just picked up her guitar and went with it. 

The best kind of friends x

Have a listen!

Enjoy!

I want you closer

Come close now

Stand a little nearer

Come close now

Senses are alive

Come close now

I just want you to...

Come close now.

I watch you all the time

Your eyes express all

What is happening?

There is no control.

I want you closer

Come close now

Stand a little nearer

Come close now

Senses are alive

Come close now

I just want you to...

Come close now.

My day revolves 

When you appear

My world brightens

When your nearer

I want you closer

Come close now

Stand a little nearer

Come close now

Senses are alive

Come close now

I just want you to...

Come close now.

Silhouettes fade 

and your presence glows

It's inevitable

I will follow...

Just follow...

Just follow...

Just follow...

Come a little closer
Come close now

Stand a little nearer

Come close now

Senses are alive

Come close now

I just want you to...

Come close now.

Come close now

Come close now

Come close now

Come close now...

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Surface Edge - Poem

Surface Edge

Are my brown eyes too dark?

Do you know what they have to say?

Why is it you think you know

When I choose to look your way?

Always you think you’re right

Always I think I’m through

But we both seem to be undone

By what we think is true

I flood my eyes upon you

I wish you would wash yourself

But you like to choose another truth

Which exist in other realms

Tell me I am not the only one

dancing in this rain

though I am not looking for your shelter

nor your treatment of disdain

But this dam needs rebuilding

there are too many hidden lines

most will be swept by the current

called this inescapable time

that exists in worlds of duality

of which I can’t yet escape

though I’m told its not reality

these bright colours and hard shapes

But what is it you are afraid of?

When you look into the black?

That no light will conquer the surface edge,

that there is no turning back?

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Love Unrequited - Poem

 Love Unrequited

My heart has been stirred

Though nobody notices

The spoon dies with disuse

and memories remain

the pulse does not still

There is bubble and air

and blood pours in torrents

at a mere thought

a reminder

a time best forgotten

but it’s clear and it aches

My heart has been cut

Though nobody notices

The knife that is alive with use

and scars remain

the pulse does not still

a current is produced

and electric shocks

touch those who are close

a reminder

a time best forgotten

but can’t be erased

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