Copy, right?

"So it is true", I said to him. He had just finished telling me about his new book. "It is going to be legendary in the world of training", he had said. A...O..., he called it.
I had asked him, "is it your own?"
"would i write a book about something taken from other people?"
"why not? S...K.... had done it!"
He reflected for a moment, which was his way of being in a moment of truth, "SK, by the way is a friend of mine" and he went of on a tangent, effectively evading the line of thought.
But he was gracious enough to come back to it, and said, " no, it isn't entirely mine."
I granted him that. Afterall, who shall hold the copyright la-exclusive for the fleeting thought that swooshes past you, which you have to, have to share right now!
And hence I said..
"what is true?" he asked.
"what they said, 'that all the truth there is' is already known. It is only when sufficient people will be attuned to these Insights that someone will gain the will to codify it and write it down as a scripture.
"Isn't that what you are doing?", I asked him.
He just smiled and winked at me like I was a kid who had got her first puzzle right.

dil se nikal kar

har kasak ka ban tu marham
mast aisa kiya aaj
main to naachi sudh budh khoye apni
bhule lok-janam ki laaj


main naachi aaj
tujh ko paakar
tujhko apne tan-man mein basakar
deewane hai, kahkar hase mujhpar log
hasi main unki deewangee par

pal bhar mein tu aaya itna paas
tu hi tu raha bas
aur to ab na kuch bhi aye raas

tere geet gaaon
teree bawri firun main ghat ghat
tu hi aakar apna le mujhe
tu hi bihah mujhe , tu hi utha ghoonghat

rythm

The Master appeared to her in various forms. Today He was the Nataraj, dancing and playing and singing and applauding the same. He was the Four and He was in her as she watched raptly, and swayed self-forgotten and became them and became Him.

you jump I jump

i looked at Master with curious eyes as we were walking in the garden one day. "We are in it together" he said, and i smiled in peace

with strings attached

'I have done much, I have done all I can. I keep getting these lemons. Why me? I have tried my best. I am giving it all I can. Is there a God? What is he doing? I need help!'
And little Gaia held the puppet-man in a knees-bent position and brought puppet-Saviour on to the Puppet-stage.
"They think it is THEM who do it" She chuckled to herself.

By Order

I woke up from a nightmare and felt ill. There was a construction going on outside my room. The power drill worked ceaselessly. Hungry, and irritable, I opened door to a loud neighbour fighting with housekeeping staff.
I slammed the door and sat down.
'Why this chaos?' I asked Master.
He smiled.
"This" he said, pointing, " is Order."