Bruised and beaten, black and blue,
Climbed the peak, having won the battle.
Sets his fierce eyes on life anew,
To break another limit, the painful shackle.

A tree he spots, to mark with his pug,
He calls it his, this piece of wood.
Engulfed with pride, that stature, the ****,
Sees only the battles he won and the ones he could.

He forgets not those million scars,
The tissues that made him only stronger,
The days he spent behind those bars,
The ones so long, those nights of anger.

Gathers them all in this one mighty breath,
Smears his symbol of rage on this tree,
Announces to the jungle beneath,
He is here, now wild, he is is free.

Letting the roar out, he looks below,
Making his presence felt, majestic, his vibe,
Knowing not what's ahead, the peaks to conquer,
the rivers that flow.

This eternal solitary vibe,
The one I imbibe,
Gives me shivers when I think of him,
My alter ego, the face within.

I share his freedom,
The peace sublime,
And I set out to roam the jungle,
Among the brave, those masters prime.

The eternal song of the ever blissful one,
I write tonight.
To her, who lives in the twilight of human states,
Her love, divine.

She knows not what she beholds, within her,
The grace, the flawless ease, the wonder.
She looks to me, like how she should be,
When she drops her masks, those clothes of yonder.

If she saw, herself, what I could see, she would walk,
A walk, radiating freedom, a gaze, speaking elegance.
I try to show her, but all I can do is talk,
While she slowly moves towards herself, a blissful dance.

Once there, there won't be no coming back,
The eternal twilight of the true self would then dawn on those eyes.
Those eyes that search and can't say goodbye,
Will now look with a roar of ecstasy.

I take it upon me then, to give her that gift,
So the eternal song of the ever blissful one,
I write tonight,
To her, that lives in the twilight of human states,
Her love, divine.

Finally, closer I came to you,
Realizing that desire held for lifetimes,
Welcomed by the soft winds you blew,
The ancient memory, I forget sometimes.

The fool I had become,
Trapped in a mess, that Illusion,
Your sweet voice spake, called me home,
Said, " In dropping the question, lies the solution."

You touched me, so warm, exquisite welcome,
Wasn't the first, yet, so new.
Reminded, " There ain't nothing to do, nobody to become,
You are born blissful, so blue!"

That smell, the distant drops of dew,
The graceful fall to the earth,
For that one taste, my senses subdue,
With life answered, you gave me a new birth.

Here I was, exactly where I needed to be,
"All so strange", said my wonder.
"What caused this divine surrender?
Was it you? Or was it all just within me?"

You came here raw and naked,
You came here free,
Your playfulness divine,
Your laughter, sacred.

You were freshness embodied,
Your joy, The morning sun,
Warm, subtle, gracious.
Your prayer, your fun.

Life, just a divine play,
But then began the game,
Survival, this sorry world,
The money, the identity, the name.

All masks, you learnt to wear,
One by one, you tried them all,
Some a pleasure, felt so dear,
Some, such pain.

You began now, your blind run,
Chasing that mask of pleasure,
Running too hard, you lost your fun,
Your prayer, that treasure.

In the chase you forgot to see,
What you run after, illusion, just a mask,
You came here perfect, you came complete,
The moment the reminder strikes,
In eternal glory, you bask.

What long term travel does to you,
As time passes,
You begin to forget who you were.
You go on.

Now, your base, you constantly change,
You have hardly any time to become someone else.
You go on.

You lose identity,
You drop the ego,
There is nothing left onto which you can hold.
You go on.

A true witness you become of yourself,
Of cultures, of people and their emotions,
Of the constructed world that surrounds,
You go on.

Suddenly, this is the most liberating experience you have of life,
Your life becomes beautiful without a reason,
No festive, but your life, a constant celebration.
You go on.

Ecstacy becomes yours,
The highest bliss,
The ultimate joy,
And still, you go on.

You become a Parivrajaka,
The eternal wanderer,
A pure spirit,
And there is no you anymore,
It all just goes on.

Aloneness is ecstasy,
Aloneness is bliss,
Lonliness is aloneness misunderstood.

She chases her men, she weeps and cries,
O' how do I tell her, she is being blind.
She falls each time, telling herself lies,
Try hard to tell her, what she looks for, she won't find.

I tell her and I tell you too,
Your love isn't for the person but for the image in your mind,
So is the other, in love with an image of you.
This kind of love, so misaligned.

That's all a relationship is,
The conflict of a mental image,
What you feel, you think it's bliss,
But are befooled by a mirage.

The illusion, created based on your past,
The image, projected based on your need,
Love is to be felt, not forced to last,
You become time and again, a victim of your greed.

You never fall in love with the person,
But with the feelings you give yourself,
Realize this, you will be loving without a reason,
You will come home to your true self.