Dream

Falling over a cliff
I die
And I walk
Remembering Rumi and Sri Aurobindo
"There is no death"
Echo all over I hear
I turn and I see
All
Is there no death ? I ask
To whom ?
I am the question
I am the answer
I walk...

Whereto

The Purpose seems adrift
Directionless
Mind wandering in the wilderness of civilization
And entangled in the web of technology
Things seems to be only a click away
The New and news sucks
The Old and the myth arrests
Everyone seems to fit in a Bubble-
Something stirs within:-
There is a blast
The soul escapes...
Leaving only the feeling of being alive...