Pratik Mahajan

 

off course it will hurt
your heart is not dead
your soul breathes the light of the universe
nothing is ever easy
there are no perfect beings
trees have crooked roots
and even gods struggle
but to continue
living
loving
without hesitation
just a chance that
tomorrow can be better

to embrace
the fleeting impermanence
with a love so deep
to make a way for us
mountains will move
blessed by the sun
and sanctified by the moon
we walk without fear
we carry within us
parts of each other
wherever we go
forever connected
by the invisible threads of the cosmos
may the sweet memories never fade
forever etched into the invisible
art lives eternally
our hearts
transparent
guiding
over distances infinite
we trust without hesitation
our souls dance in the temple of dreams
the river heals without effort
the wind is an old friend
singing the melody of light
diving into the valley
of your soul vibration
the tremors slowly
dissipating onto the surface
of presence
effervescent
never asking
with a soft touch
throbbing sensations
arms relax
gathering momentum
at the speed of light

stay put now dear
nothing can take away from you
what you are
only obscurations and illusions
scattered
the ultimate remains unscathed
even if the flame seems extinguished

worry not
as long as you are awake
it is not possible
to wither away.

I am the sun
and the moon
the wind
and the stars
the mountains
and the sea

I am light
and darkness
I am everything and nothing
everywhere and nowhere
I am love
inside and outside
I am present
and past
I am the future
I am time
and space

life and death
eternal
transient
wild and free
an image
a feeling

I am breath
this body
I am dust
water and ice
fire and ether
I am earth
I am sky
I am the cold
and the warmth

I am dream
I am reality.

having died a million times
in a million ways

every breath suffers
with unbounded impressions
broken
burnt alive
turned to ash
and offered to the trees
smothered at dawn
cut into tiny pieces
boiled in a cauldron
fed to the vultures
sacrificed by the gods
hunted by the devil
vampires have feasted upon my flesh
my tongue pierced for pleasure of the sickness
and my bones turned into sticks that beat the drums at dusk

comatose for centuries
wrapped in an unflinching grasp
of demons and angels alike
paralysed even to blink
too weary to sing
I can hardly move
the heart beats at the speed of light
thoughts murder me every fraction of a second
There is nobody to hear my cry
There is no love
There is no peace
There is no joy

I have been cursed and
my head slayed from every direction
these wounds are so deep that even darkness does not reach
there is no rest
no escape
there is no entertainment
no music
no taste
no thing to touch
no body to hold
I feel empty
I feel nothing

shoulders drooping
eaten by worries
sinking lungs in the river of desperation
wicked intentions
sabotaging
the very essence of life

I dance till I fall
when the moon is out
till my feet are numb
and my brain has been dislodged
taken over by the invisible
I remember
I am born
again
and
again
and
again
every moment
a century
every breath
endless

every day
a new world

I am eternal
infinite
multi-dimensional
magician
healer
warrior
king
god

here in the centre of chaos
I sit
unflinching
I fall backwards
into a tune
its been behind me all along

the door.

I am the wind,
roaring, howling,
mostly aloof,
cutting through the innocence of yesterday
destroyed in the fire of one’s ignorance
tangled in the meshes of human trees
singing songs for those who can still hear
the broken melody of life

where do I blow now,
my heart weary by the storms
they hit the eyelashes
obstructed by memories and the
freezing blood of time

ordinarily without a face
tattered veins of a mysterious death
wishing to return home
not elsewhere but here

I cough and turn in my bed praying for relief
it is painful
this murmur in my skin
dried lips,
charred bones,
my dense tongue
speaks in a language unheard

as harsh cold shivers upon the traces of imagination,
ideas of revolution cease at the door of longings and attachments.

and at last as the doors of love and friendship start creaking, opening from the inside, we give up on our dreams, forgetting why we fight the good fight, purposelessly wandering within the blankets of sexy conformity that define the possibilities at the speck of dawn that die silently without vigour by mid-day.

so then you satisfy the day by eating your own shit like a good old bread spread jammed between the lines of the known, shielded from fears that are hunted in an act of the ultimate sport of manliness.
bravo!

another place has called,
a traveller without hesitation ends up in the fields of half brewed wine complaining about the lack of sophistication in the taste of the rich,
scenery attached to dusty fields of beauty embraced by the sickening tide of the void.

it is clear then to one’s who implore that to stick around in this world takes great courage when everything is working against each other, and no one can stand their own ground without leaning on a certain doctrine they impart with pride and laughter, creating walls of impregnation as they massage a woman’s bare ass who unconsciously reaps the wrath of her own lustful desires, lost in the sauce of ecstasy believing the great fantasies of opium induced splendour.

suddenly she wakes up pinched by the plight of her lover who travelled great distance to see her, something shattered that night as a demon was born without feet uprooted out of notions of tranquility, a curse cast upon the plains of freedom, an island with no stain, spitting venom stirred into hot water with honey spiced with ginger and pepper, medicine is often born out of the guts of poison.

a marvelous sight to behold, the undying quest of the eternal ocean copulating with the abrasive sand of the shore.

Love is a four letter word abused by the ones who hang their balls by the bells at the doors of temple entrances to be lapped up and rung in great meditation of a drug induced state in an unwringing lust for god.

the great understanding is then to realise that even wisdom fails in face of the mental prison, and darkness is an infant without mother, light its vagabond brother without direction and you the invisible warrior beast crooked spinal column of an insect consciousness hurled into the extravagance of this universe, a puzzle waiting to be simply observed and glimpsed and walked into rather than a mistaken ordeal to decode greatness out of the feathers of a dying bird.

a great struggle to merge.
the ones who shall become aware will suffer to no end in all worlds simultaneously.
there is no other life you can take your journey into, everything will amplify through the cracks of your soul pounding into the thunders of nothingness as sunshine returns after passing of a storm.

as I am approached by water, it is revealed that we have a difficult relationship.
It burns my skin as it washes away what I hold so dearly deep within, I cry every morning and then in the night and needless to say I avoid bathing as much as possible.

only rain remains
unstoppable bladder movements
and deep contemplation of the abyss

I am the wind,
roaring, howling,
mostly aloof,
singing songs for those who can still hear
the broken melody of life.