The Path and Driver

A Journey through the rugged sea,

Wound and Hurts by striking rocks,

What is that wrong with the travel?

The way I am? My skill to drive ?

Struck up to think, when its calm,

Washed away when its rough

What drives me? Where is that I go?

The game seems to be stupid!

Likes and dislikes are the driver,

What do I see and expose decides,

The fate is all in my hands,

Let my breath speak his gratitude.

Crazy Dance

Sitting with soaked dress,

Sweet sounds cracked through,

Splashing drops from clapping hands,

Tempting was around to be crazy,

Nothing was there in the mind,

Stepped the legs out in the mud,

Left the legs to move by its way,

Was in sync with drops that struck,

A dance that peaks joy.

Be Mad, Be Joyful ......

The Step One

Is it a journey of solace ?

No, its a urge to know

What is being here now,

An effort to root at this moment,

How and where will I start ?

Found the step one,

Started watching mind,

Filled up with dirt's,

on the step one with,

Hope to take more steps,

With the grace of Sadhguru