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What do we really control?

What do we really control?

An excerpt from my , Unravelling, releasing soon.

“Who are you?”   


“Are you sure you are Aadit?”


“What are you doing?” 

I am sitting here in ; breathing, meditating.

“Are you sure You are the one breathing?”

Yes I am.

“Is your breath under your control – are you initiating it, stopping it, making sure it’s reaching where it needs to?”

No. I don’t control it.

“So the breath comes and goes without you doing anything about it”         


“Are the functions of most of your organs – heart, kidney, brain, liver and others under your control?”    


“Can you call your body yours if you don’t even have control over its organs and parts?”


“What is under your control:  if not your breath, not your organs, not even the body that you call yours?”      

My thoughts and actions.

“Are your thoughts and actions a part of your body?”

No. They are a part of Me.

“Does that mean You are different from your body?” 


“Are the results of your thoughts and actions under your control?”


“Is anything under your control?”


“Who are you then when nothing is in your control?”

A doer. An observer.

Hello world!

Just another guy, I am
Amongst you.
A speck in the Universe, or,
May be you.

Black and Light

Black and Light
Black and White Tree

A Purpose Hidden

Millions in the melee
Each a story, an ego
Like I, like you
And a purpose
Lost, hidden 
Deep beneath the layers
Of existence

A Connect

As I sleep beneath the sky
And look up at the stars
I grasp to rekindle a Connect
That had lit me once
Of the stars, and I
And the whole wide world
A warm, gentle Quiet
That had pierced me thus

Another life, another time?

Another life, another time?

As another body lies still
And a escapes
I wonder what am I gunning after
Am I pursuing a transience,
A phantasmagoric zilch
That would reward me with nothing
And take away all
As one day I burn awayWould I at least now change my rhyme?
Align myself with myself?
Stop beating with the trivial,
for another life, another time.

The ways through which I stride

As I stride across the mountains
I realize the valleys yonder
And as I drift across the ocean
I realize the deepest wonder
There are clouds that come my way
The sun that shoves them away
I wade thru rain, I walk thru shine
Oh the ways, thru which I stride

Break Lose

I just need to break lose,
Step out and discover
The for myself, or,
Remain trapped
Within the confines
Of your creations

Wisp of Air

(regurgitating an old post)

As I look out of the window
And see my home pass by
I realize that years have passed
Time has flown
There must be my marks in that house somewhere
A wisp of my breath lingering
Some evidence that I had once lived here
And that house was but my belonging
The street outside must have my footmarks
Certainly the marks of the cycle I rode
My school must still have my mischief in its corridors, I’m sure
And the where I played;
Oh, the trees must recognize me surely

But I realize
There are new dwellers now
The home, the street, the school, the garden
Which I once called mine, are someone else’s now
For my marks were only temporal
I had no claim
The stay was short
But the desire strong
In the scheme of things
I have moved on
I will move on
Guess, I’ll hardly be anywhere
But for a minutiae, a blip
And a lingering wisp of air…

Slush pool

Bit by bit
In the slush I drown
And whence I emerge
I’m something else
Covered in grit
Impure and thick
So indomitable
It weighs my spirit down