Mess of Threads

Poem

Hammering inside the head,
No big things—just a mess of threads.
I dare not underestimate them—
Like a stubborn child,
Crying, howling all the time.
I wonder how I will manage,
More stability—more.

Poem
As I go deep,
Intensity grips-
Each thought and conflict.
Yet in observation,
There is a quiet shift.
Oh, how wonderful it is.

Fall and Arise
Fall and arise… fall and arise.
Beating oneself has no point.
Trying is the goal itself.
Keep practising
Till the last breath.

Poem

One restless action gives birth to many,
A living hell,
Better to live in the silent discomfort,
Than to speak in vain – and get entangled in the endless, miserable chain.

The Mind’s Play
Just when we think we know the mind,
It laughs and makes a move,
It breaks all rules, beats all odds.
No one is spared, not even Gods—
So let it move, don’t hold too tight,
Let it play – don’t interpret,
Just remember –
There’s something more.