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vamsi sai mohan Nov 2014
If God speaks to me and wishes to fulfil my wishes,then I wish that I would be given the immense potentiality for once to destroy the whole universe.The whole cosmic wanderings.
This life or universe or from an atom to its entirety doesn't make any sense...paraphrasing it would be "human intellect is not capable of perceiving as such"...anyway in either of the ways still it doesn't make any sense.....
718 · Jul 2014
A LIFE IN BILLION FOLDS
vamsi sai mohan Jul 2014
One drop of love does it as one drop of pure water would do it,
One drop of love took billion folds in him as the ripples form from the bubbles of the fish,
That million folds couldn't find the expression nor thoughts but ineffable intimacy,
That million folds couldn't find the expression but Ardhanarishvara,
he has to incorporate her in to himself,
Shed half of hisself to synergize her,
emerged a perfect human being,
Half-masculine and half-feminine,
The source of creation and creation fused,
Body couldn't control it,it is too much for the flesh,
flesh is to grave but the energies are to rave,
raving not with the mind but with the existence,
existence being unto itself....
the cells are scattered and hitting the boundaries with the ecstasy ,
breath became boisterous,
tears tilted across the breast and chest,
death and birth in one breath,
No more human parameters,
there is no more he and she,there is one....
he is bound by no more logic nor she,
Logic is for the mind but she is for him,
O my soul long the cohesion,
the cohesion that frees the innate freedom,
Per se the freedom from the cycles of death and birth,
There is no thought as there is a lot,
they transcended the physical dimension
they inundated in the experiential dimension of life,
A LIFE IN BILLION FOLDS.....
vamsi sai mohan Sep 2014
If the love can be accrued...
Then the people around me would be sitting on their fat *** and ever-bulging bellies,
And then they would blame me for my relentless love...
690 · Nov 2014
Are u there,there
vamsi sai mohan Nov 2014
Are u there,there....where my voice doesn't reach but my silence does....
Are u there,there....where mine is not you but I am you....
Are u there,there....where you hear my utterances but still pretend deafness....
Are u there,there.....where my screams are conducive to your silences....
Are u there,there....where your stillness still ripples in my eyes....
Are u there,there...where My existence is your whim....
Are you there,there.....in this meaninglessly profound life asunder with negligible distances....
Are u there,there.....where my breath is quenched with your eyes...
671 · Sep 2014
The detached singularity.
vamsi sai mohan Sep 2014
Relish the moment thoroughly either happiness or distress,
Don't let this moment impact the next moment,
Because the next moment has it's own birth,
Let every moment has it's birth and death in itself...
Don't try to carry it to the endless dimension of life as one cannot,
And it leads to the ultimate suffering,
If one has to drop that accrued moments at the entrance of eternity...
and you are going to drop it however...
So let it be your immediate volition to drop the essence of the moment,
"Memory is the past,future is fantasy,now is the existence".
So be with the existence always,it will undo the past and fix the future..
662 · Mar 2014
REPERCUSSIONS OF LOVE...
vamsi sai mohan Mar 2014
The wandering wind bangs your hair,
then the glossy hair sways into your visage.
you wipe it back but then
it still retrieves its vicinity,
you blew the breath from your nether lip
such that the lower jaw leading
and the obsessive arena exists,
the undulating hair gets back into the realm,
sensing the resonance of the breath.
Bumped into the wind anew it salvages,
the more you adjust it,
the more it ensues.
what is that?Is that the repercussions of love?
Is the hair smitten with you or
Is it the enamour of the wind or Is it both?
the latent expression of love from the nature,
so does my love....
let me the wandering wind that is winding into your hair...
658 · Oct 2014
Ink
vamsi sai mohan Oct 2014
Ink
An artistic collaboration with skyblueandblack:

Ink the paper and quiver the heart...
Pines purred over the delusions of life..
Nostalgia attired with blue...
ridden by red,
inundating the heart....
Love lumps into words...
as emotions spurt through the ink eschewing
the brink of tears...
Fingers crave the curvatures of letters..
exposing the embodiment of emotions,
Here--
catharsis alludes through meteors of words...
pastiche of existence plunges through paper...
ergo the liminal of "conversation with the creation"...





Thoughts reverberate through the reed of my heart,

And it resonates through my words...
...To skyblueandblack: I am truly grateful for the expurgation...thank you....:)
648 · Sep 2014
The spectrum of love.
vamsi sai mohan Sep 2014
The rainbow that raptures in my eyes is drifted by the drops when it muses  you......
the thought generates the invoking image of you,
but the eyes ponder it...is that fair?
I should have never let you know that I adore you absolutely.....
I should have never tried talking to you....


The immense love should have been preserved within me as a pastiche that imitates you in my thoughts,
It is not to be disclosed nor to be dispatched......

However I don't brood on those realms,
not on the past which I couldn't change.....
not on you who is ever with me,
Perhaps not as a physical existence but as the pitching nostalgia,
not on those beautiful engraved moments that is etched on my memory,
not on those coherent confluences ,
not on those non-physical intimacies we have had,
not on those sacred aural spectrums that seems to be poising amidst us,
what ever I had done was relevant to those circumstances,
but it is not relevant to the apparent circumstances.....
and that's what matters and that's what deeply hurts......

In the lilting limbo-love...
627 · Aug 2014
Unspoken longing...
vamsi sai mohan Aug 2014
She seldom said good night or did she reply,I didn't ask either,
She used to reply silence whenever I text her,(paraphrasing)
I created whatever I want from that silence,
I thought she is so magnanimous to provide such a nothingness to accumulate my thoughts,
But I don't know why they call it as a fantasy,anything that is created out of nothingness,
If this is a fantasy then the existence is a fantasy,as the existence is created out of nothingness,
I want her to be seen as a fictional figure rather than existential monument,
She never saw me with the eyes I saw her,
Perhaps I am talking about intention,
I think my love is unconditional and love is unconditional,
My feelings towards her doesn't have anything to do with her feelings towards me,
But sometimes it pangs me as how the flower feels when the bee sips the essence of it,
The flower accrues for over a period of time but the bee ***** out momentarily...
So did she **** out my love,
I love when she does that as the flower is indifferent to the suckling of bee,
Only her fragile silence invokes her virtual visage..
The visage with the black in her eyes,
The black which only eye-lids can shutter,
The moment she closes her eyes is the moment I see nothing,
The darting eyes,too irresistible to distract...
620 · Nov 2014
Burn me....
vamsi sai mohan Nov 2014
Burn me before her like a candle in the darkness,
Let her know that I am dissipating every singular solitary moment in her darkness.,
And I am giving away myself every moment to illuminate her darkness....
Only to know that she is utterly insatiable,
And I cannot throw light into her darkness...
I am just a candle and she wants galaxies,
She was there only to consume my light unless I infuse completely myself in to her abysmal ground and vaporise my light strikingly into her darkness...
She is a black hole where I couldn't escape from her gravitational pull,
and I don't want to escape either because of the same cause.....
Let her relish every moment of my disintegration into that darkness....
Let her relish the truth that I am gone from her forever....(but I cannot go)
And the truth that she never felt that I was with her at least would strike her now....
I yield to her dark passion.......
There are two offshoots to it.....I don't know if anyone would understand the other perspective of it....
615 · Dec 2014
Excruciating.
vamsi sai mohan Dec 2014
What a loss to spend your life energies and such an intense emotions with someone only to know that you are completely an oblivion to them....
Inspired from the reality and from the movie eternal sunshine of the spotless mind...
608 · Jul 2014
MISTY MAGIC
vamsi sai mohan Jul 2014
Misty magic of the mountain dew
Drops so fragile and resilient
Drops hanging from the tips of leaves,
drops rolling down the blades of grass
Drops that linger upon the spider’s web
like a jewel of many splendored diamonds
Indestructible in its fragility
Beautiful as only a Trap can be.
Trap for the poor insect but palace
for the majestic spider crafting a
Cosmos of dexterity that decides
the fates of many lowly creatures
that are food and play for the
majestic spider with his many legs
and his spindle craft. The disdain
that he spills for the two legged
cripples as he dances upon his
agile ten legs casting inviting
nets of Hope and Death.
Death of the living who pity the Dead
Not knowing the ******* of life and freedom of Death.

The Only striving worth its name is to strive for death from which there is no resurrection. A Death so complete that it frees you of the need to exist. When you are free from the need to spin webs that are cast to trap. One who traps cannot leave the web either, trapped into his own trap.

Without setting a trap there is neither work, food nor play. So the trap has to be crafted with one’s heart strings of love, pain and ecstasy.

Décor not of diamonds but drops of ecstasy that only those steeped in love can smell. A trap that drips with juices of life that flood away the fears of death. Such an overflow of life that defies death and touches the Beyond Here and Now. Such a honey trap when you shake, drops of life will fall not unto Death but into the Beyond.

Veils of misty myopia
Cocoon one with the warmth
of blindness beautiful
The beauty of a leaf, flower,
light, shadow, breast, hair
The myopic mist makes it all fair
You may burn your way
through these veils of mist
Or
O’Beloved trust me
Behold my spirit in your Heart
Hold my hand in love
Become an ecstatic drip
That will let you flow unto the Beyond.
Written by my guru
604 · Oct 2014
Ailment
vamsi sai mohan Oct 2014
Suppose your right hand does funny things like beating you,poking you then isn't fundamentally something wrong with you and is it not obvious..isn't that ailment,for sure it is..
And so if your mind tortures you,hurts you,makes you suffer,isn't that ailment?..
For every thought you generate the whole body reverberates in a certain way and there is a whole chemical change..
When the chemical changes happen in such an erratic way then it is very poisonous to the body...
70% of the ailments on the planet per se is caused by the mind,
Somehow you try to manage this by taking pills everyday,
Modern societies have been treating ailments as a natural process which is a serious mistake..
In ancient societies if there is a disease they knew that fundamentally something is wrong..
Because illness is not a natural process of life...a human being is not supposed to be ill..
Modern societies have been treating like that because there is a whole industry which thrives on you,
World's second largest industry on the planet is pharmaceuticals..

How the system within you is supposed to know that you seek well-being,when your own mind is working against you.
life doesn't work like that...unless you do the right things, right things will not come to you....
When the chemistry within you is fantastic,then being blissful is natural..
597 · Nov 2014
Talk
vamsi sai mohan Nov 2014
I can listen to her voice before making a sound.....
We listen to our own voices before we speak out.....

10 words

Thanks dajena for making a suggestion...:)
596 · Sep 2014
The embodiment of his life.
vamsi sai mohan Sep 2014
He wants her to clutch his fingers when they are walking in the vernal jaunts,
He wants her to clung him in the thundering nights and let the heat of the body pass through their breaths...
and let the breaths breeze around the necks,
He wants her to snuggle his visage to her ***** when he is in low spirits,
He wants her to speak through osculation.
He wants her to listen to his copious conversations caricaturing his life..
He wants her to be in the spree silences to experience the existence.
He wants her to run after him in the rainy raptures and let the drops of the rain strew between them...
He wants her to plop her ear upon his chest so that the reverberations of his throbbing induce the dormant to her.
He wants her to know that she is the messenger of the seraphim,
Her existence is to acknowledge her creation and her beauty and her source..
He wants her to be the spur to his work..
He wants her to embody his life...
He wants her to be the afflatus of his life.
He wants her to know that his life is to her...
He wants her to attain the freedom from the cycles of life and death with him.
That's all he wants from her but for him it is vital..
vamsi sai mohan Sep 2014
I thought I am the man with epicurean  appetite,
But it seems verily wrong as I realized the life around me is lingering on me with insatiable appetite,
Consuming my life nibblingly every moment,
Time is taking away my life with it's ubiquitous presence,
Water is leaking my life with every gulp,
Every breath I drew,it is drawing me thither where I evaporate myself,
With Every foot I feet on the earth,
the land is feeding on me as a friction and motion,
Planet is ******* my energy to spin around,
Space is trying to include me from my secluded life,
Life is taking away my life with every sentient moment,
I am walking every moment towards grave,
I am neither manufacturer nor destroyer,
So let me give away this life gracefully,blissfully,rather sinking hurtlingly in the Schadenfreude, melancholy and other non-sensical amalgamations,
Do I want to add some meaning to this meaningless life...
Or let it float in the thoughtless aura,
which is a conduit to the rendezvous with the creation,
Because that is where it is lying the lilting immortality I had not seen..
With the rapacious reverence to the nature...
581 · Sep 2014
Enwrapped in love.
vamsi sai mohan Sep 2014
When you stroke my forehead and brush my hair with your fingers gently and bask my head in to your bare laps,
You whisper your breath along with the stories of mundane effervescence,
you don't sing the lullaby either,
I would just slip serenely into the sleep...
and it badinages you for having seen my eyes enwrapped to unravel the otherworldly..
Then the chortle spreads across your chin and your forehead enfolds pondering the love,
You lift my head from your lap and replace it with the pillow and
It causes a little turbulence in my body which recognizes the difference between your lap and pillow..
Gently you pat my chest like the mother dabs the child..
and with my heart sentient the transience of your palm,
I am transposed again to the silted life......(dreams)
573 · Nov 2014
Mirror
vamsi sai mohan Nov 2014
I am sick of seeing myself in the mirror;
Watching myself as she fades away from my eyes...
569 · Oct 2014
Time is darkness..
vamsi sai mohan Oct 2014
Of all the misery and happiness that I have gone through my life,
it seems that the time is the only aspect that still fetters me to this life...
even a light cannot escape the time and it travels through the time...
If I **** the time which holds the life and universe together,
I would transcend this life..
It would illuminate my life and pave me the way to that constant experiential state of divine...
569 · Dec 2014
Where to stay..
vamsi sai mohan Dec 2014
I have got an infinite number of places to go,
the problem is where to stay......
From the movie "naked"(1993) by one of the greatest directors,"Mike Leigh"..
553 · Nov 2014
Agenbite of inwit.
vamsi sai mohan Nov 2014
It seems that only enormous longing makes me to contemplate on you but not the moments of self-happiness,
Because when I am happy by myself I don't think about anyone or anything,
But do I want the happiness that doesn't include you?,
Antithesis is that enormous longing accrued over a period of time becomes suffering,
but I am absolutely happy to live this suffering which comes along with longing,
Because the moments of longing that thinks and yearn for you makes me much more blissful than moments of happiness that comes without you...
albeit the moments of longing are suffering...
I am willing to go through all the pain that comes along with your contemplations,partaken moments...
A poem which  was written in August....
545 · Sep 2014
The abandoned
vamsi sai mohan Sep 2014
As a gentle breeze she touches me,
by her oppressive silence she ignores me,
I fix my gaze to her enchanting eyes,
she itinerates herself impulsively,
By my due quixotic quality I love her,
But with her democracy she forsakes me...
vamsi sai mohan Sep 2014
Hmm...voila!That was the moment...
a minuscule moment yet it elicits and engulfs eternity...
To be in that moment is to have lived eternity...
Eternity engrossed me....her eyes are ardent architect of nature...
When I see her eyes I am vulnerable to her....
The consummate of air,flesh, water,fire...
Is the source of her eye,
A complex subtlety of life,
But what I see is the eternity,
The eternity that is encapsulated in her eyes,

What an ardent architecture,
only under her(nature) tutelage it could have been possible...
The zephyr from the air,and the water cascading from the bucolic mountains must have metamorphosed themselves with the verdant life on the earth to emanate such eyes:eternally evolving.
I am as enchanted as I could be,
Letting my life unfold itself with her gratifying glances,
Those glimpses of the eternity reverberates in me like the thunder,

Ruptured from the nature,
blossomed from the beatific earth,
Ensue:she is bearing the fruit entitled eyes...
so then an endeavor excursion of my sojourn had begun....
536 · Dec 2014
please be conscious...
vamsi sai mohan Dec 2014
The deeds that you might consider insignificant and not such humiliating to someone,
are the deeds that can be a sheer harrowing sometimes to that someone...
514 · Oct 2014
At least now
vamsi sai mohan Oct 2014
Sense the grandeur of your power
As you disrupt one life after another...
508 · Nov 2014
The remnant delight
vamsi sai mohan Nov 2014
A deep distant voice he heard;
she whispered something that is more than a scream..and less than nothing...
rewinding the remnant delight....
.
506 · Aug 2014
UBIQUITOUS LIFE
vamsi sai mohan Aug 2014
There started a defining moment:
Well,it's not a moment as it includes myriad moments in it...
A moment after moment piled up unimaginably flabbergastingly to give this moment the beauty it has now...
Every moment has a latent universe..
It is left for individual to claim for it...
A moment of Shiva's blink is the life of an ordinary human being;
A human is never ordinary if he seeks the truth and liberation and explore the unanimous possibilities of life...
A moment differs from person to person,life to life
I am in this moment,having my eyes set upon to imbibe the possibility of a human...
O'Shiva let me dissolve into you,
Let me dissolve into possibility that physically never exists,
But making this physical as a conduit unto that liberation...
Unshackle me from the realm of physicality...
Why this time-bounded play for me,
Let me get into timeless dimension where my bliss never cease to exist,
Perhaps because "me" as a mind doesn't exist...
Eventually I dissolve into"I" where there is no uniqueness but ubiquitousness;
Let me seep through your formless rock,
.....Let me transcend into subtlest dimension of life...
Let me be a part of your formless life,
Let me get incubated into you...
...If my life is a tune let me reverberate it...and resonate with my whole humanity.........
502 · Sep 2014
paper:poises the palabra
vamsi sai mohan Sep 2014
I don't want to blot you,not with my inconsquentiality,
nor do I want to etch you with my feelings,
you bore my feelings and strength unobtrusively,
perhaps with a tad resistance of gravity.
people take advantage of your limpidity
and write trivia on you as I do,
you enlightened me to the point of
absurdity and nothingness.
I thank for that,knowing that even
gratitude does make you indifferent.
you are only few of those who doesn't have
any intentions in the chores they perform.
I write on you,wipe you,tear you,distort you,
but you bear all with love and no resistance,
for that you have become irresistible.
I exude my happiness,exasperation yet
you are stoical,I imbibe that nonchalance.
you are slim yet you are eternally exporable.
you dwell in myriad artists yet
you are indifferent to anyone.
I perceive how indiscriminate you are and
how you are not prejudice.
you are the cluster of atoms that is closer to my heart,
perhaps the confluence of descendant atoms.
who says atom has no feelings I see here,
the way you embrace me
when my tears shed on you,
and when you endure it no more,
you just wrinkle yourself by absorbing me,
disintegrating yourself...................

ALIGHT YOUR WAY TO THE ETERNITY,
FOR THIS IS NOT YOUR ABODE....NOR MINE....
495 · Mar 2014
Rampant beauty
vamsi sai mohan Mar 2014
She is the raconteur.
Her presence is boisterous,
Words lack to depict her beauty,
Or does it relish the redundancy.
She is the replica of rapture.
The eternity that is encapsulated in her eyes.
Her benevolence is bolstering,
Her gestures are sporadically jesting,
Her looks are lavish,
Her voice is tranquilizing,
Her touch is tingling,
Her walks are wallowing,
when she strolls in the street,
entangled eyes ogle at her.
(her dimpled face,her cramped dress)
................................
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This persuasion is to her as
She leans herself in his arms,
With her neck unbend on his shoulder,
and strand of hair leaping on his lips,
as she then aligns herself  poking him passionately,
admist gazes with her enlarged engulfing eyes,
by which he is transfixed and couldn't answer her no more
when she questions him "How do I look",
With the wry suggestive smile on her visage....
482 · Sep 2014
Linga bhairavi
vamsi sai mohan Sep 2014
Seek her in Devotion
She is an ocean of Compassion
Seek her in Desperation
She is a steadfast Companion
Seek her in true Passion
You will be loved to Distraction
Just seek her in your Confusion
She will lead you to Fruition
written by my guru.....
http://lingabhairavi.org/
470 · Sep 2014
the mother and a kitten...
vamsi sai mohan Sep 2014
The mother and a kitten:

He was in a deep slumber when she sentient him,
left abandoned by his mother in the perilous world,
She couldn't resist herself but to hold him in her palms and to get him out of this vulnerable plight,
She touched with her bare fingers,
Her fingers which caused the convulsions in his body and he was astir from the sleep,
He ungainly postures his body from the ground,
With her gentle hand and nimble fingers she clasps him to her *****,
His starving triggered by then,
His craving cry from the parched throat was in resonance with the throbbing of her heart,
She couldn't bear the mewling and he was just delivered from the cocoon of the nature,
The immediate slake with the milk is most essential to his survival now,
Every moment she waits could bring only the harm to his existence,
She unveils her motherhood and unclothe her breast,
The deepest feeling trenched his soul which pushed her hands to snuggle his neck to her *****,
He dipped his silhouetted lips unconcerned about gasps to satiate his flesh,
He suckles the **** of her and sips the essence of the motherhood,
The tears tilted across her chin and then traversed to her breast and then to his face,
She then realized that the tears are shed from her eyes and drenched her body,
She couldn't even weep as she was holding him and she doesn't care a hoot about tears,
and with the satiated appetite his eyes slowly sinks into the darkness,
the mother mirth induces the rainbow in her eyes by seeing the kitten sleeping tranquilly in her hands......
vamsi sai mohan Sep 2014
"In relinquishing the limited, the unlimited becomes yours.”
437 · Aug 2014
Agenbite of inwit...
vamsi sai mohan Aug 2014
It seems that only enormous longing makes me to contemplate on you not the moments of happiness,
Because when I am happy I don't think about anyone or anything,
But do I want the happiness that doesn't include you?,
Antithesis is that enormous longing accrued over a period of time becomes suffering,
but I am absolutely happy to live this suffering that comes along with longing,
Because the moments of longing that thinks and yearn for you makes me much more blissful than moments of happiness that comes without you...
albeit the moments of longing are suffering...
I am willing to go through all the pain that comes along with your contemplations,partaken moments...
431 · Sep 2014
Love
vamsi sai mohan Sep 2014
Shall we deny it when it visits us?
Shall we not take what we are given?
There is only this.All else is unreal.
What else is life but being near you..
all that is me is given to you...and you to me...
I will be faithful to you.true.
Two no more.one.one.I am.
The new world(2005)
427 · Apr 2014
In this echoless aura......
vamsi sai mohan Apr 2014
The way I look at you,and                    
The way you don't look at me.            
intrigues me to the extent of insanity,
I love the way you try to evade me,    
bearing the smile at the verge of your lips,with the eyes darting hastily,and throwing the glances at interims of your breath,                                                        
trying to not to look at me desperately,
bearing the contradictions in your mind,
You do have a hunch,I guess,
Perhaps it is not to see me
but to perceive that I see you
It baffles me bluntly over the way
You manage to juggle with the other thoughts when I see you,where as in me,
the only thought that impulses is yours, May I dote on you in this echoless aura...........
423 · Apr 2014
Intangible truth
vamsi sai mohan Apr 2014
THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUTH THAT SPATIALLY EXIST;
THE TRUTH THAT DOESN'T HAVE THE CONTENT.
vamsi sai mohan Mar 2014
Shallow my hear
excurse my heart

Wind is withering,
mind is masquerading,
heads are nudging,
hands are roving,
fingers are clasping,
lips are clenching,
breathe is meddling,
smile is smothering,
looks are prodding,
eyes are staring,
tears are tinging,
(ascent of eyelashes,
descent of eyebrows)
bodies are blending,
skin is sweating,
nimble is my mind,
yet the thought is yours,

Shallow my hear
excurse my heart..... .
418 · Oct 2014
pain
vamsi sai mohan Oct 2014
It is hard to accept that pain is an inevitable part of the life and that is pain...
Attachment is the source of the pain.
414 · Sep 2014
human-centric curse...
vamsi sai mohan Sep 2014
God never curses it's creation,
It is we who curses ourselves...
405 · Sep 2014
Timeless Life..
vamsi sai mohan Sep 2014
Anything that transcends time is a bliss...
vamsi sai mohan Sep 2014
Introspection and retrospection:

He had her in distress as her relationship with her boyfriend was broken,
The relationship would never break in those days,
But these days it is viable as they have brittle foundation and material *******,
They don't imbue the feeling when they have to,when they say "I love you"
Loving is not bestowing gifts or texting at 1 and 2 in the nights,nor
Telling that I am thinking of you every moment,
and this hormonal ******* is viable to break at any moment,
"Love is an annihilation of oneself" so that he or she would include another person in to "themselves"
So........
He asked her envisioning that she would share her feelings of distress,
As her habitual reply,she didn't reply to him.....
He doesn't want her to brood on the past,
he wants to tell her that there are always people who will disappoint others,who doesn't understand others....
Love has nothing to do with others...love is your quality....don't have unrealistic expectations from others,it leads to misery.....
In the realm of that thought,
he thought he would console her...
But he doesn't know what she thought...perhaps she wouldn't have thought at all,
It doesn't seem strange to him,although,he knows:His love was always interpreted by her mind,not by her heart....
He spoke to himself
"I am not at least a friend to you,I never was,I don't know If I will....?you cannot even share your feelings to me...I am nothing for you,just a stranger...always...A stranger who is incapable of estranging from you".


He didn't tell her what he thought as he knows she is already in distress,
he doesn't want to be another disturbance or perturbance to her.....
Yes,you have heard it right!!! She always think of him as an annoyance and as an obstacle to her life.....
Perhaps She would never know that he has been an obstacle to make her to stride every higher step in her life....
He doesn't want to tell because he wants her happiness,
she doesn't want to react because she wants her happiness.....
....at least they confluence at the common point of happiness...
The sprouted longing never born a fruit...
393 · Apr 2014
Bharatha
vamsi sai mohan Apr 2014
An ancient land
Where Man learned to excel
Without having to propel
himself away from the
Principles that maketh
life process and the universe

A land where man was not
eager to do his own will
but to fulfill the will of the divine

He grew in knowing and learning
to enhance himself into an
exuberance of intelligence and emotion
Enshrined the carnal and the divine
Delved deep into the innards
of creation, deciphered the primordial
mastered the melody and the math
of music of sound and all its
manifestations. Above all
found the doors of freedom
Assured of final freedom
Came to an ease and beauty
Where life was not burden but
a Bounty. A copious production
of effulgent and gentle beings
occurred. Masculine and feminine
found their fulfillment and
went Beyond. An ideal prey
for the brutal forces from
across………
Bha meaning sensation, that is the basis of all experience and expression; Ra meaning Raga, the tune and texture of life; Ta meaning Tala, the rhythms of life, which involve both rhythms of the human system and nature.
vamsi sai mohan Sep 2014
When I had no choice,I chose life.....
When I had one choice,I chose breath....
When I had unremembered choice,I chose my parents.....
When I had two choices,I chose to walk,
but when I had myriad choices,I chose you......
choiceless gave me choices,
and now I realized I can unchoose the blessed choiceless life,
through my sheer reverence and seeking thither my eternal maternal muse...
370 · Sep 2014
Mirrorless
vamsi sai mohan Sep 2014
She does not know how she looks unless I picture her through my words....
unless she stares in my eyes,and my eyes traces her beauty...
If only mirrors weren't there,the world would have been sheer beautiful...
and the words would have gained a deference attention,
and stillness of water would have got more reflections...
and paintings would not have just smeared colors,
It would have textured the life...
360 · Sep 2014
Allness
vamsi sai mohan Sep 2014
All that they have is given me...
328 · Sep 2014
The secret of the flight
vamsi sai mohan Sep 2014
It is not the flight that hurts you,
It is the stop that hurts you.

— The End —