A day in my life

That life

I reside in the deep seas
where there is no reason
To vanquish or win
Then conquer every sin

I am one day better
As time travels in matter
And one day no longer
Than the moment forever

I travel mind free
Something radical
Effortless as normal
Tempests of the mind
Sleep within self
I reside in the deep seas
Of unknown and known ......Pri ya   2013

Abstract Nostalgic Dream Pt. 1

I am wondering if I could knit flashes of my dreams into a good storyline. I recall blocks of it and here I try to summarize them.

Scene 1:

Taking not one stop past nilgiris, like only yesterday and old mumbai was close enough. The breeze from arabian sea pacified the moist and sweet summer through the silk curtains in the dark room as the wind blew over my face while I lay in my bed, as if a sweet lullaby to my ears. 

Scene 2:

Stepping out towards the porch, over the steep cliff I could still see maestro musicians playing with palm trees cast in the backdrop. We drove over the hills of bhuntar, through kullu valley.

Scene 3:

The child climbs up the stairs of his grandfather's house to the terrace. Somebody is in the house praying. another woman is cooking. There's a doll old, bald in a blue dress somewhere up the shelf, a vinyl record and a defunct record player may still work. A flight of stairs that lead to the room of intoxicating smell of sandalwood.

(To be contd.)

**The Demon of Belief ** An Ode to My Own Prison (Creed)

Standing in one corner,
Is the ghost of my fears;
One too many i’ve created from my own power 
The walls are cold and pale 
Silence the only sound
My breath the only motion and Demons cluttering around; 
My face constricts and shackled by its presence, 
Knowing it lurks somewhere cornered by the walls;
A drop of silence broken by a falling pin, 
My breath gets heavy, by the sound of the winds…