SILENT HUM

The thumping heart


The racing blood


Restless feelings


Unfettered by all this


In the background


The silent hum of the mind

THE WORD MIND

Words!  Words!  Words!

Entangled in them

And endlessly suffering

The word - mind! 

ZOMBIE MIND

Puppet of passion

Dancing to delusion

Chasing desires

Fulfilling urges

Entangling, craving, falling!

Endlessly!

The zombie, seeking, mind! 

CUP OF QUALIA

Sky is vast and the cup is empty

Still water, still keeps flowing!

As boundaries and labels vanish

In this qualia of evanescent experience

Happy is the mind that breaks free !  

ROCKING CHAIR

The window is shut and the door bolted

Crumpled papers lie scattered by the desk  

Pondering over pointless existence

 Restless, sways my aimless mind

As I a sit rocking in this lonesome chair ! 

MIND'S SHOW

Who runs this show in my mind?

Who is the actor; who is the audience?

When I peep into the silence of my minds back stage

Through the glassy haze; all I see is only  emptiness! 

Yet, some one puts up the screen

Someone keeps the camera keeps rolling

But, who is it then, who watches?

Some one seems to act; someone gestures

But, who is the one who directs? 

There is no script, there is no written dialogue

But who is it, who speaks words from my mouth ? 

In this ever-unfolding mystery, of the show of my life  

Where no one performs; and no one watches ! 

 Who is it, who awaits curtains fall?