Ode To Goa

The following is an extract from the conversation I had with a friend, she’s from Goa but grew up in Bombay but goes Goa pretty much every chance she gets, since she was a kid, but doesn't know.

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ODE TO GOA

I went Goa twice in my last trip to India.
There is so much positive energy there, if one's receiver is functional it doesn't even need to point in the right direction.
Every direction is right direction in Goa

So many souls have been liberated on that coastal belt,
not ever before in our human history,
not in one location.

You don't know.
It's a temple.
You don't know.
It's not just people on drugs dancing.
Many of those people go back and change the world in their own little ways. I've met them, so many of them.
No one talks about it.
No one boasts about going to a temple.
I wish you knew.

Goa needs to be preserved like nothing else in India. It's a place where something very beautiful began.
So beautiful.........

You see Bodh Gaya is famous and prayed to because the first human was enlightened there.
Goa you ask?
Goa makes Buddhas while you sleep.

She: The Goa I know is so different from the Goa you know

I keep telling the world there's a Goa within the Goa but to find that Goa is impossible.
That Goa finds you, it calls you,
And You just go.
That's exactly how my dad talks about Gods and temples, I fuckin' shit you not.
I too am realizing this as I type it.
Which is kinda freaky.
And when I say freaky on LSD you know I mean FREAKY; but really, you don't know :P
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Thank You Alethea, for getting this out of me, I will always be grateful to you for that.

A Raver's Manifesto

(Author Unknown)

Our emotional state of choice is Ecstasy. Our nourishment of choice is Love. Our addiction of choice is technology. Our religion of choice is music. Our currency of choice is knowledge. Our politics of choice is none. Our society of choice is utopian though we know it will never be.
You may hate us. You may dismiss us. You may misunderstand us. You may be unaware of our existence. We can only hope you do not care to judge us, because we would never judge you. We are not criminals. We are not disillusioned. We are not drug addicts. We are not naive children. We are one massive, global, tribal village that transcends man-made law, physical geography, and time itself. We are The Massive. One Massive.
We were first drawn by the sound. From far away, the thunderous, muffled, echoing beat was comparable to a mother's heart soothing a child in her womb of concrete, steel, and electrical wiring. We were drawn back into this womb, and there, in the heat, dampness, and darkness of it, we came to accept that we are all the same. We came to accept that we are all equal. Not only to the darkness, and to ourselves, but to the very music slamming into us and passing through our souls: we are all equal. And somewhere around 35Hz we could feel the hand of God at our backs, pushing us forward, pushing us to push ourselves to strengthen our minds, our bodies, and our spirits. Pushing us to turn to the person beside us to join hands and uplift them by sharing the uncontrollable joy we felt from creating this magical bubble that can, for one evening, protect us from the horrors, atrocities, and pollution of the outside world. It is in that very instant, with these very realizations that each of was truly born. We continue to pack our bodies into clubs, or warehouses, or buildings you've abandoned and left for naught, and we bring life to them for one night. Strong, throbbing, vibrant life in it's purest, most intense, most hedonistic form.
In these makeshift spaces, we seek to shed ourselves of the burden of uncertainty for a future you have been unable to stabilize and secure for us. We seek to relinquish our inhibitions, and free ourselves from the shackles and restraints you've put on us for your own peace of mind. We seek to re-write the programming that you have tried to indoctrinate us with since the moment we were born. Programming that tells us to hate, that tells us to judge, that tells us to stuff ourselves into the nearest and most convenient pigeon hole possible. Programming that even tells us to climb ladders for you, jump through hoops, and run through mazes and on hamster wheels. Programming that tells us to eat from the shiny silver spoon you are trying to feed us with, instead of nourish ourselves with our own capable hands. Programming that tells us to close our minds, instead of open them.
Until the sun rises to burn our eyes by revealing the distopian reality of the world you've created for us, we dance fiercely with our brothers and sisters in celebration of our life, of our culture, and of the values we believe in: Peace, Love, Freedom, Tolerance, Unity, Harmony, Expression, Responsibility and Respect.
Our enemy of choice is ignorance. Our weapon of choice is information. Our crime of choice is breaking and challenging whatever laws you feel you need to put in place to stop us from celebrating our existence. But know that while you may shut down any given party, on any given night, in any given city, in any given country or continent on this beautiful planet, you can never shut down the entire party. You don't have access to that switch, no matter what you may think. The music will never stop. The heartbeat will never fade. The party will never end. I am a raver, and this is my manifesto.

Pen a poem, shall we?

One night I couldn't get any sleep and then the sun came out and someone on twitter tweeted "Pen a poem, shall we?", I replied with a "who starts?", she said, "you go." This is what we came up with in our alternating tweets.

Pen a poem, shall we?

Look beyond the darkness to see the light, 
the duality will stun you with all it's might!


Its the light that blindens sight,
see not what it shows but on what it shines


Find a sky so full of stars, with all that iridescent magic up there,
no darkness can blind your eye.


Find the beauty oh! beautiful one, don't you fear. 
These eyes are to admire the world, lest you shed a tear. 


These eyes see beauty, these eyes see pain. 
Of hopeless desires that steal my fire. How do i not fear


Cherish the beauty, try to relieve their pain,
Shelter those desires but an upper hand they shouldnt gain.


Of dreams that are hidden, of desires crushed 
What hope is there in world ridden of beauty 


When it all seems too much to bear,you can't let go your fear,
Reflect upon that inward eye, your catharsis is there.


There's only so much you can do, but weak is not you,
 it's just this one life to live and fight, you'll make it through. 

Trying To Save A Life

Look, what you’ve done to yourself.

Look, what you’ve done to the life of her.

Look, what a world you’ve build to live;

You’re just another slave to your master.

It runs in your blood now.

You’re awake, as it sleeps in your head.

In hallucinates you of a chaotic peace,

Weakening all your relationships thread.

What made you so weak that you took it in.

Called it your life-saver, called it a medicine.

You always knew that it was all wrong

Just give it up, will you? And come along

She still cries blaming herself,

‘cause she loves you like no one else.

Just be high with her, in her love

Just be high, knowing you are alive.

Make your way out as you made one in.

Fight your battles knowing, "you will win".

Make it a phase or a feather in your hat.

Looking back you’ll say “Been there, done that.”

                                                                        -me to you and you to me.

Season of sadness, weather of madness

Season of sadness, weather of madness,

Rain of the pain builds in the madness.

Alone I cry, alone I suffer

Beneath your sky, I made myself tougher

Where were you when I needed you?

Why didn’t you help when I pleaded you?

I’ve lost the will to love; I’ve lost the will to live

I’ve lost the will to hate, I’ve lost the will to give.

This tunnel of dreams never seems to end

Will you be my angel who’s heaven sent?

Can you burn me some light, can you show me the way?

Can’t your hear me scream, can’t you see me sway?

The light of the future and the shadows of my past

And the love in your eyes; I know they won’t last.

Take me in your arms, don’t make a confession

Be mine for eternity, just be my sole obsession.

Mein Kampf

I don’t know where it’s going,

I don’t know how it’s going,

But it’s going down the drain.

I don’t know when will it end,

I don’t know how it will end,

But surely it’s ending somewhere.

I can never be sure of life,

Life has never being sure with me.

I know I’ll be dead someday

But, unaware when to be.

I'm just thirsty for some success,

Starving for some love or even hate.

But, failure is my best friend now.

It’s time to go or I’ll be late.

All I did was run from myself,

All I did was survive in shadows

Lying to myself when knowing the truth

All I can do is bid you adiós.

Forgive my sins oh my lord,

You’ve never been a good friend.

You’ve made me struggle all my life,

I hope I don’t struggle to find my end.

Whore Point of View

You can take me anywhere,

Call me whatever you want,

I am the slave for your night,

Treat me whichever you want.

You can call me a whore

May be, call me a slut.

I’ll take it all in my stride

Only until this night is shut.

We are unknown to each other,

You enter like a gust.

Showing no love in those eyes,

All I can stare at is a scary lust.

You show no pity, none of tenderness

You take on me like a beast, an animal.

Sometimes I think you’re inhuman,

May be; just another cannibal.

I’m no devil’s child; I only sell my body,

Not my dignity; and never my soul.

I don’t own myself anymore,

The world owns me as a whole.

Only death can free me now,

But still, I self-instill this fright.

When will I own myself?

When will be my last night?

-Your neighborhood whore.