Those Good Memories in Bad Days...

The Rumbling Ride that scared of all,
The meaning of hell not at all,
The swings taught to feel,
What life really means.

Right out Right in,
Swaying by the evil sin,
The ups and downs only brings us within...

... In closer to cry like never said,
For that's the only moment we held our breath.

The silk of passion taste's like tangy purple,
Where left from sowing smiles towards the road of experience,

Now right out and in,
With the purest gift been.

The love I feel by your smile, voice & presence,
Lies on earth in your arms of sorrows and joy,
Every smile and a move looks for a bit,
Like a trance from within,
That seeding trance like so perfect,
Made it never to feel.

Every day and this moment,
Might feel the wait for just a glimpse,
of you... of you... of you.

- Cheragh Todiwala

The Seed Graph

As simple as life of a seed,
Lucky are the one's to feel it indeed,
As exited as the child in the seed,
Capable of feeling the Joy of the first oxygen feed.

Completely surrendered with lack of meditation,
Falling onto the ground with a sole intention,
Intention of responsibility and a surrendered goal,
Shoot; Grow; Bear Fruit or simply burn to charcoal.

Jumping in joy and the five senses going no where,
Swimming in a small pool of yearn and joy,
Take a peak and now it's time to remember,
For the seed in us still awaits to grow.

                                                                       Cheragh Todiwala.