The Perfect Harmony

The beat syncs with my heart in perfect harmony. My heart has been dancing to the rhythm of life, finding love in the lovely romance that it is.

It has been long since I last lusted over the life I live- long since I let the wind touch my bare skin- long since I leaned into the curves of my own smiles.

Deep in my heart I know I will rise again. I know, one day I will wake up to find myself gasping at the sight of the myriad of colours, ; I will hug each tree on my way to work.

Until then, I am waiting; staying patient and embracing each emotion under the Sun that chooses to greet me. I am nurturing my garden, trying to find my music- taking life one step at a time-

And one day, just like that- I know I will reach where I am meant to be.

There is power in you!

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There is power in victory; there is power in defeat. There is power in the chaos; there is power in numbing silence. Power is where your attention is.

What catches your eye has the power to pull you, to push you, to change you, and mislead you. What catches your eye has the power to mold you as it pleases.

Afraid? So what do you do now? Walk through life with blinds up your vision? Or, do you let your mind reach places before your eyes do? That is what a daydreamer does!

Daydreamers weave illusions out of thin air. A few of the diligent ones marry those illusions with the reality. When they do so, we tend to call them wizards for the lack of a better term- I prefer to call them wise.

There is power in knowing that there is power in you- there is greatness in using that power to uplift the bullied; there is power in knowing that this enchanting power can blind you against your purpose- there is royalty in standing your ground against that enchantment.

Regardless of your knowledge of it, and regardless of how you use it- there is power in you! Do you have what it takes to hone it?

– Written by Gauri Walecha

Down and Under

There’s only so much that the eye can see;
There’s only so much that the flesh can feel;
There’s only so much-

Cloaked and Veiled-
They believe the truth is rotting away,

They believe they won,
that the night won’t wake;

Down and Under-
They hid bits and pieces of prophecies and gospels,
turning life into a game of treasure hunt,
leaving hints curled around poisoned roses;

They hoped to banish all those who sought,
it was a cheap trick-
They hoped to stage a massacre;

Little did they know,
they were betting on a lost game-
The players had all been long dead!

– Written by Gauri Walecha

Those who seek; The deep blue void

I find myself in the depths. I find myself in the bits and pieces of what illuminates the edges of water. I find myself in the magic. I find myself in the light.⁣

I forget fear as I go further. What felt like a burden, only seems to be pushing me in the right direction.⁣

They are thin- the chances. The chances of me making it back to the shore are thin- but maybe, I don’t want to; maybe, we aren’t supposed to.⁣

What if Atlantis was a story, not so much about a lost city, but a lot more about our lost hearts?⁣

What it the tale was brought together by a few sly poets, who still take pleasure and laugh at us- they laugh at how foolishly we gush over the thoughts of finding this lost treasure, being the mystic refuge ourselves?⁣

How long do we wish to play blind for? Shall it remain lost- is that a conscious choice? Is that why we run to banish those who seek?⁣

– By Gauri Walecha

Dark Side of the Moon

When I walk, I walk alone;

The tenders of my feet caress these rough barren lands each night,
and from what I know
my tears, sometimes, water them;

I doubt if they are fond of me,
if they appreciate my presence,
or, if they can’t stand me, can they?

Do they despise watching me invade their previously unwavering abandonment?
Do loners ever grow admiration for their suitors?

When I walk, I walk until the edge of the light,
I transcend its boundaries
and reach the dark side of the moon;

I make friends with the ringing silences,
and find comrades in the blank black skies;
I find sparkles, tossed around the unconquered lands,
and use them to adorn my nakedness;

When I walk, I walk in purpose;
In the purpose of finding what is lost,
and losing what was never mine;

In the purpose of illuminating what’s hidden,
and then bringing it to the world,
for, the world deserves all the knowledge it has been denied;

I walk to bring the wanderers back home,
and to send the caged away on their own journeys;

When I walk, I walk to serve,
and not just to savor;
I walk to ignite evolution,
and to bring down the old walls that stood guard;
For, I can see what lies beyond them,
for, I know that the world has to see it;

They are being denied their own freedom…

Shadows

What is hiding in the shadows?
Who is this demon? How have I not crossed paths with it yet?

I have been lurking around in this darkness since the dawn of this moonless night.
Who is this ghoul that managed to save itself from my quest? Has my search been hasty? Have I missed some corners?

I met a monk yesterday evening;
I met a monk on my way back home, as I returned from another day of running behind lost causes;

He told me I was naive;
that I didn’t know who I was,
that I didn’t know what I was made of,
that I haven’t found my light yet because I never embraced my darkness.

I paid heed to what he said;
I paid heed and began my pilgrimage in the wake of this moonless night.

I went through alleyways lined with the momoirs of my past;
some pulled me into a deep embrace,
others hissed back.

I traveled past the relics that commemorated my wins,
and past the broken records that were stuck- stuck at the songs of some bitter defeats.

I ran through the corridors,
walked through several old rusty doors.
crawled across floors,
searched rooms-
desperate to find the key.

The key to my heart;
the key that would take to my light, my love.

All of this seems like a trap now!

Each time I feel like I am done, another fragment of my darkness falls in front of me;
I have been picking up battles I never intended to.

These shadows don’t seem to end;
do they ever?

Don’t tear the wall down!

You keep a brick at its place, and you stare at it. You stare at it long enough for it to lose its identity for you, for it to simply become a mass of nothing, 
kept on nothing, 
for nothing;

In that moment, you almost want to smash the whole wall down; the wall that took you days to erect, the wall that made you feel proud of yourself each time you walked by, the wall that made you feel like yourself for the first time in years- that wall suddenly begins to mean nothing for you… and you… you want to tear it down!

Just like you tore yourself down,
when the storm approached; 
the storm that you thought you won’t be able to take,
or, was it for the shame that the possible failure could have brought along?

Regardless,
you tore yourself down before you could have tried,
you refused to fight because somehow you thought loath tastes sweeter than defeat;
you never gave yourself a chance.

This time around, don’t back away,
give yourself a chance;
don’t tear the wall down!

Liar

How long have you been lying for? Hiding? Does this mask feel like your own skin now? 

Can’t rip it off? Or, not just yet?

Oh, they are beautiful! These castles you built on the top of those hills… Such beauty!

I wonder how long they will keep standing for… I wonder if you care about that, do you?

Oh, they are beautiful! These paper roses you left in my room last night… So endearing!

You know they will eventually give your secret away, right? 

It is hard to look past roses that never wilt!

You wear charms, and oftentimes, smile like one. I wonder if that’s your way of concealing the rot in you or just a trick you use to lure the rotten in your victims.

Oh, look how perfect you are! Must have taken you ages to erect this flawless facade.

Though, does it hurt? Keeping this weight hooked against your skin must hurt.

Call me a suitor of that resilience of yours; not so much of the sport, though… I don’t buy into illusions that often!

Stagheads and Castles…

Fires, when left burning, can bring the greenest forests down. Tangerines hanging in the air, wringing the fiery crimson out of lives, devouring upon the beauty, leaving behind corpses; what a shame?

Fires that can warm hearts, feed hunger, chase the dark away, can also cause an apocalypse when lit by the hands that are either too weak to control them or simply don’t want to. 

Each night, you travel down the forbidden paths of your mind, pick up stagheads on your way back home, and decorate walls with the rewards of your morbid hunts. You always knew there was something wrong about the way you saw the world, but when did things go so bad?

Roofs, when too dense, trap your light away from dawning onto the world. Worst… they make you feel comfortable with not having to shine as bright as you deserve to.

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You were once an epitome of peace; a serene brook making its way through a dense forest, flowing alongside the scants of poorly watered flower shrubs, nurturing them into beautiful gardens. 

Now, your tranquility has given into swamps; you don’t nurture, you swallow… you swallow the tiniest bit of sunshine that manages to make its way through the thick canopy standing overhead.

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The roof that once made you feel safe has, now, been holding you captive in a dark corner of your room, making you question all things beautiful. 

There are days you get up, walk up to the door you entered through, but immediately back away. Why? Do you feel guilty about abandoning something that once kept you safe? Do you fear being called ungrateful? Who taught you that choosing yourself was a crime? 

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Build castles! Back in the days, when kingdoms felt the need to put their power on display, they built mighty castles- mighty, magnificent castles that stood on top of the highest peaks- castles that spoke of nothing but strength and glory- castles that were not meant to scare the enemies away but to tell that this kingdom can fight and survive any attack thrown its way.

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Build castles! Tell them… tell them!

I Choose Love!

I was on a midnight stroll when I came across the doomed cracks in my castle. They were long, tracing the length of each magnificent wall, running around the deep carvings, distorting the beauty to their taste.

Their taste- bitter taste;

And I, for the longest time, seemed to have given into it- given into the trap that was set to lock me out of my own paradise, to put me behind barbed wires that had me feeling devoid of love; despite how beautifully abundant it seemed on the other side, no part of me had the courage to reach out for it.

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It was in this place where the importance of love dawned over me. Whoever had pushed me downhill had only helped me realize how everything I ever did, was motivated by a desperate need for love.

For me, love was the center of it all, and I could just never identify it. 

Truly, ego is blinding; and whoever accused love for the blindness was living an illusion woven by the charms of a thick ego.

If at all, love is awakening; it awakens your magic. It helps you touch all those hearts who had ever harmed you.

It is the most beautiful spell that Gods ever came up with.

And so, I spent the last night falling in love with love again, for I don’t know another way to get rid of the shackles of my empty heart.