Sweet nymph, dreams are a land
I have no control, just across
the wailing wall is the land of nightmares.

I haven't seen you for long,
correct me if i am wrong.Though I
                             really don't want, I still dream you.
                                    Nothing could be done about it
                                                  even if we both don't want!

A blindfolded man, young and handsome
makes love to a woman tied down to bed posts,
her contorted face has a bitter sweet expression
a painter's enigmatic canvas would love.

Her eyes. two small animals
one is hate the other love in disguise,
that slowly come in to terms with
the strange game's rules.Egos of the pair
tell two different stories.I am conscious
of the fact that actors have no control over the script.

The show continues, even if the script changes
no more victory for any one, I am sure.
Did I hear a song about wrong choices,
who decides the cast, and how to change?

Will they ever find the winding path
to the sun drenched meadow,
from where the blue hills look nearer?

.

She wept bitterly
over her creative gifts;
transient, even this.

A  gentle brook, I seek the ocean,
sitting cross legged on the ground, I imagine.
Index fingers of both hands press thumbs,
other three fingers remain straight,
both arms straight, rest on the knees,
"Chin Mudra" leads to the  sublime plane,
**'atman' the soul, merges with  the consciousness supreme.

Up the down I strode
Rising far above the fields
Till evening came
Then, beneath a starstruck sky
Down the down I swayed and rolled

Do not just pretend,
that you understand everything,
that could make you look clever
but you'll be soon defeated in your game.

The sorcerer never told me the truth
about his esoteric art or him,
every trick is concealed in shining platitudes
"you'll soon find out" he kept on repeating.
  
Does he really know what he is saying?

There were secrets in every corner of the house
the sorcerer lived.I, as his apprentice have to learn
to live with this fact.I fell in love with his daughter
I followed her everywhere,  in my eagerness to please him.
There was nothing else I could think of, at that moment.
He seemed delighted.By now I am trapped
in the labyrinth from which I couldn't get out.

His truths were partial, hardly believable.
Or his is a truth i would never be able to grasp.
There is no right or wrong that would help one
to break loose.I found the sorcerer's daughter
very resourceful.She was the only one who seemed
to know which way the wind blows.

Am I the sorcerer's slave? Is this a trap he set for me
right from the moment he got me interested in him?
Is his daughter really in love with me, or
all this an illusion, my mind plays or just a dream?