'Strictly Fashionable' - A clothing story!

And so i take you backwards, on a journey which will take you forward.

We've been waiting too long to enter the new voice, where your actions create ripples through time to provide for a solid background, a place where you can work hard and touch the stars. The relationship between colors, and how they mingle to create exquisite desires.
We are the designers. 

Open from above, and accepting change with love,
it's a new destination we've reached this time.
You see it's all about cohesion, what you allow,
and what you respect, what you discard, and what you accept.
When creativity knows no bounds,
so does the world and it's holographic sounds.
You move within a story to find another one creating it, to analyse it, is narrating it.

My favorite role model - 'Prama' by Pratima Pandey

This is not a one man army,
this is called collective farming.
We sow the same seed,
and our actions work towards the same deeds,
where belief is the strongest vehicle,
speed now above sound,
we are  moving with the light.
What will you fight?
They send us gifts of treason,
they lay down spikes and challenge us over reason,
they try and make the movement stop,
they cannot see the plant grow it's stalk.
But now you'll know, the weather is our flow,
and so was yours.
Season of change is here.

I cannot stress much more importance on the fact, Winter is here.
From countless memoirs ago,
i've set this grand show,
and now you will finally know,
what is called the 'Global Flow'.
Currents coming in from the north, waves evolving in the south,
the medium is in havoc.

Well, not yesterday it wasn't,
but today my friend, is a new day.
The moon has finally set forth the cycle of change,
and now begins the solar exchange.
Get ready, the show goes on.
You wanted to rumble in my jungle? I take you on.

Konichiwa!

Rehane - Crazy about color

The small difference between exposure and sensuality is what counts,
Gently graceful is always the winner,
that soft skin that flaunts.
The serenity is found in the calmness of the walk.
The goodness is shown with the tolerance in the talk.
The fashion world has danced to the tunes of romance,
and tasted a pinch of our world of freedom.

Co-existence has secured a future destination.
Where youth, music, and fashion collide.
Waves of celebration over and over arise.
Work seems like a ramp of revelation, its like being the play-station.
Explore now what your hard work has got you,
where you sit and what you teach.
It's because this new aura has a lot to teach.

Yes, We're going to a party.

We're in the middle of the storm yet you seem so calm, water all around us.
We're floating in the ocean and there's beauty all around.
Keep an aim, discard the fame and a simple smile will do, as we privately view the new.
Instances so few where you fall and still smile, it's the golden Nile.

Ruchika Sachdeva's 'Bodice'

The middle east is now one with us, and now we have the power to take this country of divinity far.
We have worked together, and this bond shall stay forever.
Our names written in history but we stay quiet, because limelight is not our stage.
Now comes the mature phase.
We are the creators of the show, we are the simple flow.
We sit and do wonders with our hearts, our words shooting in the atmosphere like stars.
Born to be wild, there's true happiness tonight.

Mrinalini's take on Desaturation

Dance to glory, and spread the story.
India has won, the enemies rid of their guns.


 Political power has ceased and agreed,
as we plant the new seeds, and just water the gentle stalk, interact with humble talk.
The designers of today, are the gods of tomorrow, they aim to rid this world of only sorrow.
With garments ending on an Epiphany, the paranoia is over.
It's time to flower.

Insight...
Ages have passed but we learn from the past,
how memories make the dreams last.
It's not about our will, that we see the shrill,
we can only learn, then unlearn and be stern.
As the models walk, and the press talks,
 it's our story being told for the world to be bold.

This world accepts the new generation, and trains begin to enter new stations,
this grand show held every year, teaches the world not to loosen up to fear.
As we grow so do our new age children, they bend the laws of  logic and reason.

Ritesh Kumar's Paranoia

That's what it's about, isn't it?
How creativity binds and gives rise to the legit?
We have the power, and its not our mind,
it's the heart that has our direction confined.
We are part of the divine, and we get finer with age, just like wine.

It's a true story, captains of our own ship,
we sail on the seas analyzing our own trip.
And as we do, we enter the new void,
where people may stop and stare to find.
But there is nothing here left to avoid.
We have our own voice.

Paromita Banerjee's refreshing take on tradition

Our powerful vision.
We know how and when to make a decision.
Similar atmospheric presence we see,
we capture the essence like the everlasting trees.
And as the humblest of designers say,
never forget your roots,
never look for the fruit.
In abundance and harmony we flow,
we make friends wherever we go.
No good deed goes unnoticed,
no greed unpunished.
Choose to be honest,
choose to be compassionate and rumble in this wild forest.
This world is only one, but its works are a million,
and as we cover miles a trillion;
We believe in deliverance,
 we choose our own conveyance;


We makes events last, we ride the people of unnecessary dark.
We see only with clarity, and we define whats sanity.
Its a mad world true, but the 'mad' is the new sane.
And as always, from plasticity we refrain.
Glamour is alright, but from simplicity comes insight.
Do your job but don't make it your lief, and you'll see.
The world is full of spice!

Darkly romantic fantasy by Nitin Kartikeya

The grand fiesta teaches how to be free.

Free from desire, free from thought, absorbed in work;

Never to let the silence drop.

How to reach the stillness embedded within you,

when all around you chaos inculcates the new.

Whatever may come we stand like a tree.

Rooted to the earth, this is not a first.

We've learnt from civilizations gone by,

its not all hard, you just have to give it a hearty try.

When you know you can't run,

when you know you've all got to be right here.

Try and only clear this collective haze, and give rise to a new phase.

Where manifests what is truly needed, not according to you.

Only how destiny had pleaded.

And as always, we sail in acceptance.

Of what was, is and will be.

Abraham & Thakore 'Simple'

We are now free.

New music, and the new walk.

They bring in the new dew, the atmospheric presence is no more few.

There is equality in the presence and there is similar essence.

Rimi Nayak's ' Miss Type '

The ramp walk begins, and we count their sins, and then they count ours.

Who will emerge as the new star?

Will you go far, beyond your physical body,

or will you just sit there and let the boss do the talking?

Whatever it is you choose, i will assist you with our creativity infused.

Let's make some music, it's the new sound.

And that is how the difference is found.

Time to astound.

Media..mediator.

What a world it may seem!

Where everything fits from dresses to shoes, hair and persona.

Where people flaunt their internal fauna.

It shows how this world of synchronicity is made up.

Wherever you go, you find a pre-nup.

An agreement to watch, sit and stare.

As beauty shows its colorful flairs.

In elegance lies the power, in ignorance there's only dark.

Carry yourself to the simplest of people,

they provide you the definition of reason.

Anupama Dayal's 'Gulabi' collection

There is no room for even the justified treason,

as you see only what you are,

that's your sacred power.

Disregard the rest, and take it off as just a dress.

Throw on your single piece,

and rush to the beauty beach, preach what you teach.

Forever stays the magic, you have the perfect packet.

The media is inspiring to the world which is conspiring.

Follow your soul, to the people who are bold.

And have their story as yours, told.

Elasticity is the new world, where the next turn unwinds.
The new look, the old fashion.
How it's molded into our world, and how its concepts are told.
How its inspirations are formed into garments of silk and cotton.
How the length of the cloth shortens and creates a new pattern.
From psychedelia to dark, from traditional to the new age spark.
Everything flows in connectivity and travels at the aid of electricity.

Modern Tradition.

The inventions have a mask, the real face hides in the dark.
It's purpose is to be show, in cameras and ramps alone.
The one true message, we are all one.
Whether its money, whether its play.
Whether its showbiz, whether we run stray.
The only cause is to make the crowd applaud,
because they only buy what they see.
From the fragments of their own vision.
Whilst your creativity may get you places,
it's their creativity which will plant your traces.
So put on your new face, and enter the dawn.
It's simple business and simple talk.
All we have to do, is enter the shop.
Welcome.

Power of Indian women.
Designer : Tanieya Khanuja

Namaste!
Love and light from New Delhi.
Thank you to all the beautiful designers and models for this story.
We shall go forth, go far!
Thank you FDCI for this mind-opening experience.
And thank you, team DMD!
#wifw, #fdci, #wills, #fashion, #india, #glam
Love, music and grace!
Kartik Bajaj.

Synchronicity

The journey from the end to the beginning - Part I

And so i take you down a road, trodden on,
walked upon, passed by, 
but no one seems to notice the rough raw support it provides,
and has provided for era's together!
Talk about foundation, is it just a word with no meaning?
Most people realize the value of a foundation.
It's the source, the first step.
The point from where everything comes,
and the point where everything will end.
So what is this new evil trend we try,
and send on this roads natural bend?

Men. Power. Ruling. Dominance.
Where do you thing it has got you? how is it, that we, 
being the most supreme intellectuals,
as we are born to be, fall down to the shades of ignorance,
and disregard for humanity itself.
How is it, that we have become the walking dead,
with the vision of degenerating disguise.
I once again bring you upon the ocean.
Earth. Divine mother Earth.
You stand upon it and you dare to conquer it?
With your sly visions and your selfish appetite!
And you dare call it insight?
How can you be so naive and call it victory 
when your own soul's mate you trade?
You try and walk over women with all their aura and golden light, 
try to crush her intricate sense of self,
her veins of universal blood, you try and cut?
Just because you think you can?

Well, i am a man. Our voice, us.
 We are all men, the best of them, aiming to be.
To reach untouched heights, and we are proud to tell you.
Men, lost the battle.
You see, women are the divine creators of this universe we dwell in,
 let alone mother Earth.
And the masculine side,
has let down their values to sink down into lower realms,
the parasitic degenerate nest,
full of hunger, greed and selfish deeds and planting evil seeds.
But what you didn't realize, is that there is sorcery still alive.
The shamans, they thrive.
Tantra, Witchcraft, purely white.
Purely true. The all seeing. Clairvoyance.

Expression. The power that comes from within.
The time has come, now you will see.
We are all one, and life flows on within you and without you.
That, friend. Is what feminine energy is all about. 
Men were made to be of white aura, women of golden.
Now we have moved towards black aura, 
as men from lower dimensional lifestyles,
tried to make their mark on this world.
No more.

Your judgement has arrived. Sentenced to death, yet alive.
Walk dead, you are free. Your powers have been seized.
All you who have sinned, the Russian Roulette begins.
Your games for may, have landed you in the midst of the magic.
White wizardry i call it.
Where nothing goes unseen, and we laugh with joy.
The clean.
It's the soul you've been,
that decides your true seed, so take the bullet.
Put it in your gun. 
But we will decide, if you can fire it straight.
Into your heart, or into your brain.
Now you will be left with only one.
And fear, if it's your heart.
It will show you what you have done.
And for your mind, the journey has just begun. Chaos.

And so the band of illusions play..

Walking on a new path, he discovers the dark.
The unfamiliar surrounding makes him uncomfortable.
How can this surprise you, yet again?
Haven't you still hit the point of realization,
where you understand your own daemon?
And man up to kill it? No, i don't think so :)
Oh, how can you child.
When you still believe it's just another trip, another journey.
Something which will come to end when you can finally close your eyes.
Well, your soul is crying. Can you not hear me shout?
It is just a trip. But the trip called LIFE.

Oh, you're scared of this form are you?
Who is this person? Wasn't he my friend.
Who are these people, what are these strange trends?
And now you're in a million little pieces.
It's not just a dream. It never was just a dream.
It's you and the nature of parasitic sorts along you.
Just another brick in the wall and still you stand tall?
I'll tell you.

You''ll never get up until you embrace the fall.
The wild calls, don't you want to explore it all?
I guess you just want to hide for now, whilst your fields we plow.
Artistic clans are not made by man.
We were sent from above, any insecurity we shall shove.
For the time is now, and all that matters is here.
Ego shows, and so does fear.
Denial and smile don't go together, go pick up your feathers.
Your wings have been fell.
Fly another day. There is no more hay, no landscape.
No way you can escape.
You are now in the grave.
Till you scream and shout, and try and make a new self sprout.
Because time has been lost, that will never come back. Track.

White light, golden insight.

Track every minute from now, 
because little by little, the night comes around.
 And it's dark.
The knife is sharp. But violence? No.
Silence. Yes. Of course you're bound to be silent,
The rest not so surprised,
because the day has come where together we strive.
A child has been left behind.
A child who never grew, to whoever it wants to prove,
has left, there is no more air in the chest.
The path was always blessed,
but why was it never dressed?
In the new moon of the winter, 
when witches and wizards, wolves and vampires, 
dragons and zombies, animals and demons, and renegades survive.
Who will you hide behind?

The magic you will stumble upon.
 There is a new king in town.
Don't you again make him frown. 
Compassion is something which has been taken too much for granted.
The ones you had once taunted now dare you to be flaunted.
We are not the minority anymore.
Come, dare to soar.

Who am i? to say such to you, you question.
Who am i you ask, you laugh like you haven't been seen?
I am the all seeing, the all absorbing, the power,
the sacred energy of the universe.
I am the ocean from which everything has arose. 
Kalyani. The union.
And in the end you will come to seek rest on my soft bed, but dread.
For if you know your darkest truths,
i will make you reap it's fruit.
The fruit of who you truly are.
You will surpass my soft bed,
the holy nest, and you will drop into fire.
My better half.
The water and the flame are bound in sacred union.
The divine flame. 
The burning queen. 
You have heard about woman power.
Now see it, with your own eyes.
You, who are open to suggestibility,
you will not see tranquility.
Of course, i am not the judge, i am the messenger.
With my vision, sight. You can try and fight.
But my mere words are grabbing you by your throat.
You will slowly ingest the fire. Smile.
Its all you can do, because the divine spirit is here.
The balance between masculinity and femininity. 
The day wears our crown,
the night wears the divine mother's frown.
Time to drown.

The journey from the beginning to infinity - Part II

Oh, you have not known the magical power of love.
My eyes have seen you, and in you i have seen faith.
The world is small, and we are omnipresent.
We are the women of clarity and sons of sanity.
The ever absorbing. The muses rapt.
The sensitives will be king.
There's a paradigm shift going on.
Once again, we have arrived to the land of the Anunnaki.
The land of the ancients, live every breath with them.
Share wisdom, share knowledge.
Freedom we have found.
Welcome to the void.

A little girl, with nothing wrong,
and she's all alone! how?
Why?

How can such a beautiful creation of divine presence be alone?
It's because she is also the omnipresent, as we all are.
Seeing, knowing, feeling and being.
Suffering, pain and darkness.
When all you are is shining golden light.
Must be tough, of course.
It's the road less taken.
But we have stumbled upon golden days.
I found you. But then again, you found me.
Your pure silence.
Expresses a million butterflies dancing in the forest,
wrapped up in the comfort of the sun,
with the cool breeze whispering in our ears,
Oh we found, us.

The magic we now see, love.
It is always there.
You just have to Focus, Zoom In, and Enter.
Grab it.
Two eagles soar up the limitless universe,
the sky is only an illusion.
It was never the limit. 
Travelling galaxies, interstellar space. Infinity.
And at the high point, we embrace each other, hold hands, dive.
Across the universe.
Freedom, expression, faith, Shanti:h, Shakti.

Let's be weird together :)

Sunrise.
So a new page opens for us to discover
the pages of the book already written,and we are asked to read and be.
Molded and folded into a world of captivity,
where suffering is creativity as power is run by the hands of a few.
But the game we are about to chew because they only have a mind to play,
we have a heart no one can fray.
So lets raise our vibration and park our trains in their stations,
and screech our horns till the rose is rid of it's thorns.
Half the battle we've already won.

Tidal waves shower upon us like a day already occurred in the moonshine
of the night already passed and brings in the now which may be an extension.
An extension of the past about to occur as the present building a new future,
as we move into the moment.

Cluster and chaos may surround and we laugh and love in joy to prove,
non-existence of the existing terminology.
And we dance to our beats and disperse the heat, we don't need the cheats.
Lies have been told, memories torn to pieces and no regard has remained,
of what once was.
So, we gracefully breeze through and once more, we love.
Love like no other.
Truth prevails. Always has. Always will.
The triumph of good, over evil. As it should.

We create new wood. As the earlier trees have dried their own roots dry.
And we've learnt there's no point in crying.
The old days are dying.
And everyone is smiling. Shining.

Ascension connection.
Worthy are the beings of light as we know now.
We have won the fight.
The question remains that will the insults stain, or will our laughter prevail.
There's joy and celebration and we are called towards magic and creation.

The Pleadian Connection as she rises towards ascension.
No more can lies hide and no more will we blindly confide.
Happy birthday, 10 September 2013.
She gives rise to a sacred tide that will wash away all the sacrifice.
The pain will be gone and the devils will frown as they can transcend no more,
into our holy existence.
The European connection has synchronized itself into a weave of cloth and grains.
We give rise to a new garment of design.
The teacher, the healer and the creator. All in one sea.
All part of the ocean.
Of limitlessness. Of time and space.
We expand together, we forge new metal.
The shield and the sword which can only be witnessed. 
Always in action, and always blocking reactions.
Touch it and it will take away a big fraction and blind their hateful attraction.
Melt the game into their own frame.
Seal them in their own shame.

Travel through cosmos, harmonizing dimensions into one sea.
Digital art by Erika Nasticka
https://www.facebook.com/ErikaPsykick?fref=ts

Relationships become holy as we unfold the story of lies becoming clearer,
as nothing hides from the eyes that shine.
Reflection and deflection of your own thoughts into the air,
it carries itself around the majestic land and caresses the holy sand.
We once again become a part of where we come from.
The grassroots level.
Back down to the basics we glide into freedom as this is how it is like to wrestle, 
with no holds barred.
Truth is everywhere. Look at it. Stare.
But don't let go of who you are and you shall go far. 
Magic lies in the forest.

The den.

Back, from the holy land, of course things never go as planned. So why let the gates be manned?
Expect nothing but the best, and be prepared for the worst, clench your thirst.
Let go of the past, and live in the now and you will see how creativity shaped everything there is.
Everything to come into a color filled butterfly and give you flight. Into music.
Happiness, clarity, and vision. The man with a thousand voices talking perfectly loud.

You just have to make a decision and auto pilot in silence out of the unnecessary violence.
The game is over. And a new one is born.
Yes, it is about power and the women stand tall.
Take my call, break my fall.

This world is small and mejestically big at the same time.
So smile. Unwind.
Glide.

 Lots of love and power to the vibes, to NIFT Bengaluru & the inner circle.
You are wonderful, bright and shining women.
Create, go limitless!

Namaste :)
Soul Psykik & United Expansion of Mind
Peace, love and music.https://soundcloud.com/soul-psykik
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Traveler.

There there. The soul purpose of the Shepard is to travel. It doesn't matter what strings the watcher might pull, and it doesn't matter how it's all going to spin. Why?

One word. ' Maktub'.
It is all written.
The hand which wrote, is talking to us.
But in this free will universe, it is up to us to respond to it.
People talk about recognizing omens and moments falling across your path,
and it may seem like another occurrence from the band of illusions.


But really, think about it? Is it?
Is it just another coincidence. Yet, another coincidence?
Of course, smile. You know what i'm talking about.
How could you relate to the coincidences otherwise?
Surely, there must be something between you and me that is saying something more.
It's just a shadow that you're seeing, that he's chasing.
Ah, you get it now.
Talent.

That was Bob Dylan in the 60s, where it all began.
Where the birth of interpretation took place.
It's just a simple time, don't you see.
Where everything is in the form of clarity.
But the condition is only one.
Would you accept that clarity?
Would you smile about it along your day, or think about what comes, it may?
Will it find you or would you find it, in the end it's just waiting for you.
Don't you wait for it to find you, because if you can't find it, it will blind you.
Of course, only when it comes.

@Hysteria, Bangalore, India

Time.
Hey, Mr. Tambourine man, play a song for me.
I'm not sleepy, and there ain't no place i'm going to.
The Beatles, were very right. Weren't they.
Without going out of my door, you can know all things around you.
Turn off your mind, relax and float downstream.
This is not dying. This not fading.
Lay down all thoughts, surrender to the void.
It is shining, It is SHINING.

So have you? Did you turn it off?
Or did it just come along with you, tell your heart i told you so?
Well if it's the latter, i'll tell you a thing or two.
And then maybe you can ponder upon it.

Remember Jim?
You cannot petition the lord with prayer.
Can he give you sanctuary, you want a place to hide?
Is there a moon in your window, is madness laughing?
Winter is coming, and along with it all the magic in the world.
Innocence and power, wasn't it just all about that.
Power, embraced.
But innocence, where did that go?
After all, we're children inside.
The children of god.
Surely, there must be some power in the infinite, don't you think?
They sang those songs, then.
We live those songs, now.
So how is it still so unclear, as to why you have expectations.
Don't have any. You'll be surprised how things reach you.

Successful hills are here to stay. Everything must be this way.
All that you touch, all that you see. Everything under the sun is in tune.
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.
An echo of a distant time, comes willowing across the sand.
Everything is green and submarine.

Dreams, they do teach you don't they?
It's never just a dream, its a voice inside your head telling you its you.
Everything, is within, there is nothing without.
Whatever you seek is right here, don't shut your eyes.
Talk to me, and we will ride majestically through the universe.
There is no alternate universe.
This is the universe of universes.
Time and space.
Energy.
Manifestation.
It's all here.
Shiny eyes, aren't they.
They glimpse and show me minute seconds of what you want.
How you want.
And where you want it.  Clairvoyance.
I believe the only truth, the heart, what resonates. What is right.
And will always be.
Don't judge me, i was born like that.
It's silence, that tells me, more than anything.
I feel good, i do. It's because nothing will ever be the same.
And it's how this world is.
We evolve towards history.
Don't you see.
What once was, will again be.
Only differently.
In the now.

The evolution of mankind is built upon discovering your roots,
and then seeing how far down they go. Which will show how high up will you rise.
And born for excellence, aren't you excited to go where your heart shows?
IT is never wrong, for any. Whatever feeling you feel, don't fight it no?
Just go with it, and feel it to your core. Let it lift you up, shake you inside.
And then, you can ride, the tide.
Confide.
Doesn't it feel good? Of course, it will.
Once you clear the bill?
Once you climb the hill?
Once you touch the throne.
She's moonlight.
He's the morning sun.
Shanti, under the sun, Shakti under the moon.
Music, power, love.

Jimmy, had us all know beforehand.
When the power of love overcomes, the love of power.
The world will know peace.
Don't you want to know what real peace feels like?
No one said it's not going to be a rough road.
But, it depends, you see.
How good are your tires?
How well do you drive?
People in those days had to walk to where they were going, in order to be there.
We are driving, that's the force our generation has been provided with.
It's faster, and also gives you less reaction time, less experience than what walking the road
would give you.

So what comes may, accept how it is, and how it unfolds, because you never know,
how deep the rabbit hole goes.
But once you're in it, dance. And take the chance.
You might find tears of joy.

Dance, is a form of expression.
Like you become the song, you become the dance.
You're not the dancer.
You're the dance.
The dancer is the one who is playing the music.
You're telling yourself, your world what the dancer has provided.
Your emotions are true, because somehow you relate to the dancer.
You feel what he/she has felt. You live it.
You express it.
Don't hold back, charge your feet, and the universe will greet.
Atmospheric presence, it may surprise you.
How many times, it may try you.
But if you're you, then don't be blue.
It's not about you.
It's what it's all about.
Go ahead, shout.
Stomp. Dance. Celebrate. Create.

A start to a new day brings about a new hay for the horses have been chewing the same old gaze.
What do we find in the purple haze?
Stories of your past, well memory has them last.
You can choose them to haunt your or you can begin a fresh start.

It has to come from the very heart.

Of course, it's your own soul you have got to be smart.
Or you just might take the dart.
But take the fall with every call or destiny you will have to call.
It won't find you if you mean to blind you.
You have to be aware. Not beware.
Sit there and stare, smile and not glare.

Don't let the sorrows of yesterday burn the joys of today and you will free fall.

I think you'll feel what you call relief. That whatever is happening, wasn't it going to happen anyway?
What can you do? It's the way we're made.
That's why they say, i'm only human.
We cane perceive whats to come.
So we chose to be achievers.
We are the dreamers.

With nothing more left to hide. The best we can do is confide.
And bring in the new tide.
The ways of joy.
Yeah they go tingling up your neck don't they.

The deeper connection, after all its there for a reason.
Because together see what a force we may become, when there is no web to be spun!
Shadows of your one soul. It's the only goal.
We do not disregard what's been told.
Again, we have to be bold.
We stand tall.
We never take the fall.
That is the only call.

That is the one true cause, which is why in the end, the crowd will applaud.
Stories have been told, memories never become old.
And our heart.
It's never sold.
And that is how, the alchemist turned lead into gold.

The bond of friendship can never be lost, all the seas together we cross,
and if one of our sailors fall a bit short,
With compassion we try to sort.
But don't let the image of yourself distort, because then you'll forget your own spark.
You're a child of nature, you're a sacred creature. Stand up to your own self, and bow to your glory.
Take the sword, take the shield, and strive forward.

The sorrow and the joy, will never break the boy.
That never from this day, his will they'll take away.

Detachment.
Have you ever wondered about the thought?
We're looking for something that's already found us.
People want to know the truth, people ask what the truth is.
They already know the truth. The truth is everywhere.
Anybody with ears open, and minds only as a token, not a  master can listen.

They feel the truth, they know its there around somewhere.
They just want to be told over and over again,
what they already know so they can actually begin to know.
We begin to understand that there is this feeling inside us that's telling us it's right.
We have to know it with all our might.
They wait for an insight and sometimes fight, sometimes hide.

So did i.

But i'm starting to know' see' feel and be.
What it's like to be free.
The ego can tell its tales to which we may sometimes hail.
But why be frail?
Is it just a game. And when it ends will you disregard your trends.
The path you have to bend?
But what the bending may cost you, you may know. Sometimes it may snow.
It's cold out there.
The sun has a glare.
Where can you hide if the truth you're trying to fight.
Again, insight.

Choose not to be blind. Destiny you will find. Your destiny.
Calling you to walk, not over it, but with it.
Closer to the hearts.
Closer to your own hearts.
Choose to top your own chart.
Make a new start.
Happy Birthday.

Soul.
A meter reading of the purest vibration, it requires only a bit of your concentration.
You give back just a humble vibration and be open to all.
Acceptance should never fall.
You give only a smile, and assurance from the purest nile,
It's not about a thousand miles.
It's about error and trial.
Be good at what you do, what you know how to.
Be blue, but let your music take you through.
You just dance, like you always have.
It's golden, and bright.
Express with all your might.

So now you feel fine, your answers have shined.
Truth always prevails, the universal religion has left you trails.
Your soul you must follow, and accomplish this only task.
This coming straight from freedom blast, The Goan sound.
It astounds, doesn't it?
Nothing shall hide from your sight.
As long as intuition is your guide, you have the power to glide.
But remember, intuition comes from the heart, not the mind.
Never be unkind. After all, we're all mankind.
Mistakes are a part, stupidity is not.
Seeing the truth, and knowing the truth and still not comprehending the truth.
Is not a part. Just another dart.

Do not disregard yourself, do not count the trophies on your shelves.
Slay the egoic voice, that comes from doors far away.
They creak and shall go on creaking, but feel your beat, and stomp away.
The strings they try to fray.
If it is fury you want to show, give it your beastly, masterful throw.
Just Be the bow.
The arrow will reach where it has to.

And you will feel the power of purity in your veins.
Purity is you, so you will see what you are.
So rejoice, and smile, and walk those miles.
Your calm breath shall not stain.
You will only gain, from the artist you've named.
Wisdom, Balance, Kindness, Fury, Wrath, Shamanism, Goodness, Celebration.
SMILE.

Soul Psykik, MacroCosm ( 04.08.2013 )

Music, you see.

The state of mind you produce it in, will mark whats inside the song.
The message the feeling will dissolve into the tune and you shall feel free.
Truly, the freedom from all states of mind and sharing what you feel with the world.
What more flavor of productive could you ask for?
You are the one soul and your sound is what your soul says to you.
Your heart, it sounds like this. Experience your own bliss.
It gets better. With every turn you make you evolve, you solve.
The call, the ecstasy, the joy. The pain, the loss, the slippery moss.
Confusions, conclusions, this is evolution.
The story.
It's yours and you're the one who interprets it.
You give the sound a definition of how you have felt it coming out of you.
If you can make someone feel something with the sound, it's because that someone can,
in some way relate and perceive your story as his/her story and together when stories are mixed,
they only give birth to new stories. Stories to be experienced.
History is told to create more history, and the present becomes the future, which is creating the history to occur as the future. Till the new day might take over and bring back the past, which we were in when we began to create history.
I don't know if you understand, but if you do. You're right.
The past, the present, the future. Are all here.
In one single bundle.
The moment. There is only the moment.
In the now.

And we laugh!
We're not the ones to ask how.
We smile easy, our eyes aren't greasy.
We know. This is the grand show.
The one true stage. The cosmos.

Fireworks. Electricity. Blue waves. Red Haze. Tingling. Floating. Quoting.
Rejoicing. Exclaiming. Percussion. Playing. Laughing. Experimenting. Kibbitz. Jamming.
Smooth. Blues. Jazz.Master. Spanish. Macro. Mixolydian. Country. Romance. God.
Loss. Gain. Pain. Want. Need. Love. Emotion. Silence. Stillness. Regard.
Memory. Life. Moments. Soul. Wild. Safe. Protected. Heart. Miss. Wish.
Togetherness. Gratitude. Sharing. Care. Affection. Innocence.
Stupidity. Sing. Think. Smile. Shine. Fearless. Fire. Desire. Achievement.
Goals. Dreams. Power. Drive. Master.Mind. Detachment. Attachment. Utility.
Speed. Accuracy. Vision. Clairvoyance. Crystal. Saline. Smell.
Aura. Cosmos. Energy. Ironic. Spell. Light. White. Bright. Insight.
Fight. Strength. Tough. Maturity. Security. Decision Making.
Management. Conversational. Focused. Headstrong. Dance. Sun.
Empathy. Magic. Sorcery. Healing. Feeling. Talking. Expressing.
Harmony. Balance. Rhythm. Closure. Composure. Enclosure.
Rigidity. Sailor. Sea. Forest. Traveler. Heart. Bond. LIMITLESS.

Namaste :)
United Expansion of Mind ( UEM )

Here's a short story coming up.
Winter is coming.
Composition, Soul Psykik.
Re-mastered.

https://soundcloud.com/soul-psykik/winter-is-coming

Soft as we can, we have found the way.

What can i really express about this wonderful land of ancient stories,
where we find ourselves always changing,
and blending into traditions of civilizations gone by.

Where can you find such belonging, of bonds and memories, of visions of the past,
projections of the future, the stillness of the present midst all the madness,
all the shouting, all the laughter and all the celebration going on out there.
There is a language in the air.

The unspoken language.

The conveying of transmissions through electric cables,
networking and binding together the intranet.
This reminds me of a tale, told a thousand times.
The truth is behind those who are blind.
Seeking is not a choice, it comes from within.
In new tunes we rejoice.

A path of professionalism we begin.We step into a million shades of our own,
the seeds are now to be harvested, once long ago sown.
I introduce a path, a universal one.
We are not just bound to this country, but to mother EARTH.
Where the guiding force remains this language,
of understanding, compassion, truth and fearlessness.
The perfect moment, is the only moment, grab it or don't contemplate about it.
It is coming, it is always coming. It will come.
Silence.

What you need to drown into, is silence.
Where the shake of every stream of vibration,
tingles through you, silently or violently, it is up to you.
But be bold, as truth will unfold, and on comes a state of trance.
Now begins the one true chance, Enhance.

Winning in the morning light, seems like we've felt the tide,
with nothing more left to hide, We know what to do in order to thrive.
As clear as notions pass, devotions we have at last.
Music is the song of our hearts, the song itself we have become.
Now a new time has begun, a time to stun.
We have our guns in shapes of guitars and consoles of power.
We seek to learn and know how to unlearn,
in our journey be stern, and only the moment may turn,
As we stand still. 

The love-The lie-The love-The lie.

What's in store for tonight's theory, is the motion of our divine story.
what you seek is what you get, you push your minds beyond regret.
You know its the truth, we've chosen to not disregard our youth.
We don't seek for the fruit, we're in the motion of the divine devotion.

This majestic light, which comes out of our might's.
In the music, travelling beyond centuries lies a magical land;
It's gates lay unmanned.
We ought to know, it's the seeds we sow, we're in the flow.
Devotion to? Our hearts.
Whatever comes out.

So what have you sprout?

Do you doubt? Is there any question? Do you want redemption?
So you seek only now? What lies here? Right at this moment..
What's this vibration developing in your mind station,
what comes out of your heart?

Is it a golden spark?
Yes it is. It's white and shines. 
Do not be blind .
Yes its true. Indeed its like glue.
He pulled you out of your dark.
Recognized the golden spark.
Choose to love, choose to never regret.
Play those golden frets.
Explore, shine and be truly divine.
Live to your fullest spark. And also be aware, dare.

Look beyond what you're wanting to find.
You only have to unwind, its true destiny you're going to find.
Closer now, to the divine.

Thrive.

Would you stand there and just smile or do you plan to walk with me, a mile.
In search of the pure Nile, how much have you drank from the vial?
I cease to ponder upon what it is you wonder about.
Answers forming trails, the questions are very frail.
What is it that makes you afraid, your own soul you cannot trade. 

Its a message bonded in flesh and bones,
don't just stop at the golden throne.
Freedom, independence, harmony and expression.
It's time to honor our ancient tradition.
Like dragons we arise, like eagles we thrive,
the shamanic rituals we once again revive.
Like a true nature's child, we were born to be wild.
So take my hand and lets take the leap. 

Don't worry about steep, this is truly free fall.
If you tumble, crawl.
One day you will have the power to stand tall,
and oceans, winds, fire and earth shall resonate with your call.
Like a cheetah they have me prowl.

This world is a stage, we shall not withstand any fouls.
And if at night they put on cloaks,
and in the darkness intend to lurk,
our favorite notion comes into motion, the path of devotion, if you see it holy.
I will catch you. Slay you alive.
For the night is dark and full of terrors for some.

The shine in our eyes will glimmer so fine, the white wizards arise.
We surf over the tides.
Go ahead and be wise, because cunning was last season.
Here we capture messiahs of treason. 

All your games will fail, and truth shall prevail,
Be careful if you must, or we might just turn you into dust, There is no room for lies.
And if your purity, dissolves your insecurities, come child lets fly the skies. 

Tick..  Tock..  Tick..  Tock..

An untimely event occurs to instill surprise.
When it fails to surprise, it is just another event which has occurred.
Maya, this world of illusions. Politics. One face, different masks.
What you see in me is one mask, to my many different faces.
What you are allowed to explore is all the faces.
If you try and explore the mask, it will turn you into stone.

What good is knowing when there is no being left to know.

I speak to you with humble dialect, As i always have and will.
But do not judge to categorize what happens in front of your eyes.
Because who knows when you see from within and when you see from without.
All i can say is everything i am is within.
If you try and penetrate by breaking the crust, the crust will break you. 

If it is that important.
Penetrate the core so i can see your naked soul and you can see mine.

And i shall release the clamp on your throat you keep trying to gulp,
and once again we will converse.
Choose where you walk and you will know when to talk.
But as humans, on this realm.
A freewill universe. The choice is up to us.
So what you shall worship, you shall become.
And once you become, do not cease to worship,
Every cell of your body will tell you to breathe. 

Can't you do just that?

Easy, silent, echoing from distances,
just waiting for the tide you to take you to shore.
Or wash you into the ocean.
Either way, Don't be afraid.
You are still protected here ...

Who am i? I am time.

                                                                                           - Namaste,
                                                                                              Soul Psykik

Khajjal' 2013 - A Mini Art-Music Festival, 26th July, Tryst Music Cafe, Saket, New Delhi, India.

https://www.facebook.com/events/235023116622374/

                       Hello, i'd like to invite you all to my first gig, where i play Psychedelic Trance,

By the name of Soul Psykik, In New Delhi, India.

Tryst Music Cafe, Saket.

I hope to see you all there.

It has acts ranging from Classical Indian, Psychedelic Rock, Blues, Psychedelic Trance.

The Event link is mentioned at the top, And The flyer follows.

Thank you and wish to see you there.

My sounds -
https://soundcloud.com/soul-psykik/soul-psykik-wicked-beyond-the

http://www.mixcloud.com/soulpsykik/boom-lets-dance/

http://www.mixcloud.com/soulpsykik/stomp-soldiers/

http://www.mixcloud.com/soulpsykik/cest-la-vie-healing-music/

Along with that, we have two stage acts,

Meet the Bands :

https://www.facebook.com/Raagleela

https://www.facebook.com/TheUrbanEarlyMen

Fellow Psychedelic Artists :

https://soundcloud.com/macrocosm-3

https://soundcloud.com/twistedwaveform

And lots of art, by various artists. Be sure to be there!

Namaste!

People ask me, what is khajjal? Is it a word, is it an expression, is it a taunt, is it a shout, is it a call. What is ' khajjal '.

I'll tell you.

It's a feeling.
Like music, is what feelings sound like.
Khajjal, is a statement. It's curiosity. It's restlessness.
It's when your feet tell you to stomp your living heart out,
But your mind is still trying to figure out why you're feeling like this.

Khajjal 2013, And introduction to various tunes, ranging from Classical indian to psychedelic rock, funk to brilliant melodies and vocals.
To electronica, psychedelia. Twisted sounds.
All under one roof, in one night.

The whole point being, to find the hidden meaning.

If you look for a story, you'll find 6 different stories, 6 different dimensions,
forming a single story.
Forming a single dimension.

That dimension, my friends. Is Khajjal' 2013.

See you there, Passes out now.
Grab yours while it lasts.
3 days to go.

26th July, Tryst Music Cafe, Saket.
7pm Onwards.

‪#‎TrystMusicCafe‬ ‪#‎PsychedelicTrance‬ ‪#‎PsychedelicRock‬ ‪#‎Music‬ ‪#‎Art‬‪#‎CelebratingLife‬

Life In the Forest .

So, finally a sense of freedom, of purity? Breathe we can now, we have found the way.
It's always been stressed upon isn't it? The moment .
It's always been about it. Living in the moment, going with the flow.
The key is, not to think what to think. It's like i'm telling you to stare at me but not blink.

Focus, Zoom in, Enter me.

Wilderness. Funny story, how caution fails in front of adventure.
And we're predators, born to play the game. The only difference is we're not hunting.
We're watching. We're not touching, we're observing. This is a shift in gravity. Magnetism.
A certain push of subliminal messages, travelling through electricity, light.
Music to my ears. What have we found? The same old fears .

NO! The answer is here after ripples and thunderstorms. Explore.
Dive into the wild and the unknown and the land of magic and mystery, witchcraft and wizardry.
White taking the black out of the grey? Adrenaline. The unknown.
Why? Because we cannot perceive it.
You will never know what is about to go down until you are in the midst of it.
And when it starts to happen, that's where you grab your wand.

There is fire in our souls. You know what its called? Creativity.
Wrap yourself in a bubble of ice and breathe through monstrous dragons,
and cast a spell into eyes that can't tell, whether its you or whether its magic.
The end of darkness, the dissolution automatic.

 Machines. That's what you call us? I'll tell you what we are. We're the creative department.
The whole point being to let us live the Alice within ourselves,we roam wonderland we're lost with it's elves.
The poet goes on doing his thing, the mystics, the music keeps playing as the world watches as manifestation changes the skills and bills all across the planet. That's magic.
To let creative be unproductive is the key too receiving productivity you wouldn't even imagine seeing in a month load of stress. But magic happens. How?
It's because we're soldiers. We see from our vision, not our eyes.

Clairvoyance, and the ability to foresee events before they may occur.
Time, space, expansion. And what might be our fuel? Will power. Determination. Faith :)
The drive to do something and be the example, not just say it.
And what worries us soldiers is nothing but one simple occurrence.
The utopian reality we fight towards. Maybe it may never come. Behold, War.
To win a battle always, but to lose the war. Irony is, we win every battle staged on this giant stage called the Samsara. We're that powerful, the mystics. Yes. But the war, we will lose. We will dry. You ask why?

Jim, had told us once.
" Let me tell you about heartache and the loss of god, wandering, wandering in hopeless nights. Out here in the perimeter there are no stars, out here we is stoned immaculate. "
Live. That what we are, to do. To be the ' Real ' imperfect, flawed self that we are, stripped down to our ugliest, quietest side. Bare, naked and broken with our protective skin, flesh and bones.
This identity that you claim, who are you ?

Heartache, fear, loss, sorrow, pain, grief, despair, hurt. SHATTER.
Break every living bubble of happiness in your being and what would you find? Would you find death?
No. Would you cease to care? Maybe for a while. Maybe.
But then it rains, my child. I speak for myself and i speak for you.
There is a certain kind of sadness, in the feeling of sadness. This expression is somewhat like drowning.
You're falling into the ocean and going under water. You can watch yourself going down, gently drowning, pulled by this force, which you cannot help but give in to.
This pull, so gentle you could break free. But you wouldn't. You don't want saving.
I don't want saving.
What we want is to drown. To be filled with this water from head to bottom, submerge in it.
Become a part of it and live the sorrow, the joy of this depth.
How can you call it irony, when you know how feeling blue takes its toll on you.
Perception right? Isn't it all it's about?
Joy in sorrow, sorrow in joy. Valley after peak, peak after valley?

Then why just go up, and refrain from hitting the bottom? It's only the cycle of change.
Why not integrate into the circle, fill the valley with your utmost presence.
Fall in love with pain. It only makes you stronger.
Like i've been told, it's only human to be stupid. Is it not?
But what defines stupid, is you. What would you do if you were all alone?
Would you seek to know if you would always be, or would you build your castle and sit on your throne?

You see, as primitive beings of nature we are ever thirsty, ever seeking. The search never ends.
The lessons are always unfolding.What you don't allow, is only to let fear take over.
If it comes, look it in the eyes,and beat it down, because nothing is stronger than who you are.
Your whole essence, it makes fear shake and vibrate to the core, it can't stand your might.
There have been plenty of paranormal experiences in the world to show that we are in the midst of it.
We are a PART of the abnormality, which defines the normality in this world of illusions.
So are you still willing to hide your magic?

Stillness. The serene moment of music flowing through infinite channels of purity and consciousness. Relax.
Divinity, love. The feeling of warmth. Desire. Want. To give rise to a vibration so strong nothing can stop it from manifesting. And evolving from the unmanifested arrives the outcome. Come, sit down with me and get to know the unknown. There is legacy waiting to be turned into fire, then the moment arrives where there will be rise of tide and pride. Through whirlpools we'll survive and dimensions will collide.

Strong, turbulent, thunderous winds, eerie nights and screeching fights.
The circus of the night has come alive, and what better would it be than today,
to head into the fray, into the woods, the forest calls, it's beings under constant prowl.
What could stop you? Fear. What do THEY smell? FEAR! You cannot escape your own hell.
But wait. Have you asked why you would be afraid?

You see my friend, it's a part of the trade. What will bring you through is your own soul.
If you listen to it well enough. You'll have a chance to master the bluff.
Its determination in this planetary station, that creates the miracle, you can really reach the pinnacle.
Break your own fall, and rise. Stand tall.

Do you live your own desire? Come here, light my fire.
I've seen the sacred fire. Dreams, they will never tire.
Feel the spark but don't let it burn, Don't brake when you make the turn.
But watch your speed, it's the evil deed, greed.
If you go too fast, you wouldn't know how gorgeous it would be to drown in it slow.
The lust for life, the stardust, the powerful vibrations of my wanderlust.
Come, lets be adventurers, In this ocean submerge.

I know now, a million emotions will splurge.
And when at night, you finally close your eyes.
You would smile and know. We're in the flow.

Like a true natures child, we were born. Born to be wild.

CHAPTER #3 : Once more, into the fray.

" Once more into the fray, into the last good fight i'll ever know.
 Live or die on this day, live or die on this day ." - Joe Carrahan

When all seems lost to you, and you can't see through,
your dark is all you see and disregard everything meant to be,
The truth you may try to flee, and eroding the roots of the tree you will be.
I love that about you.
How you know there's nothing to 'new'. The shine in your eyes is all that tells me.
Everything is alright, everything will be.
All I've know to do, is never give up on  you.
For if i look down on the ground, behold, drops the crown.
The queen has spoken, only love is the token.
I wish you would choose me to tell the truth, for all we've done is disregard our youth.
I've never looked for the forbidden fruit, this garden of Eden i love to roam,
when you pour your angelic,we give rise to foam.
Electricity in my touch, you've felt so much, It's time you realize, now this world has made me wise.
I just want you, my queen, for this world will always be beautiful and bright,
and with you to rainbows we give flight.
It's the final fight!

Pain.
Beautiful, isn't it? It holds you by the hand, and makes you walk the plank.
You must check, what have you got there? Is it guilt or is it just heartache?
Is it the rush or should we apply the brakes?
One question. Want ;

What is it you want, what is the basis of your flaunt? Deep inside are you burning till dawn?
How twisted is your font? I'll tell you. Stop.
Stop the trails of thought, release all your froth.
There is only purity, i banish all toxicity. I give rise, to Electricity.
My thunderous words will bombard your herds, what will your dreams yell?
Hell, it's just a preview. Sigh. Psy.

Banished by ugly clouds, be proud!
I'm on a new fuel, times over you can stop being cruel.
I have ceased the duel, and made one out of your dual.
You're a true letdown, alcohol instills your frown.
My queen has lost the crown, it's time she went down.
You make yourself look like a clown, There's a new flair in town.
Freedom i spell, Through jungles i dwell.
I found my creatures of nature, Happiness and love.
I'll only grab and never shove.
It's only love, your lust fails.

Little by little I've come to this point, on my own I've been searching my ways.
I lost you so early, the days went so fast, do you know how I've lived everyday?
This sky seems limited, this city we've inhibited.
I've known you to be ignorant, your presence was riveted.
I slept in my silence, my mind flowed like sound from the violin.
I've seen you to give up hope, your addiction was worse than dope.
In broken strides, I walk through the tide, there's hope and pride, I survive.

In my lost empire, I've walked over fire.
Those who come into my land, expect the unplanned.
It's a world of emotions, soul and devotion.
There's a lot of new steps, short and simple treads.
Your light is my guide.
Shine it where you please.
I've known, I've seen romantic love, it's a disease.
There is no concrete, you can only sow seeds.

The tree of knowledge or the tree of life. What would you choose?
Give me insight.
You have to stomp with all your might, to dreams we have to give flight.
All i can do is share, into my eyes you may stare.
I won't blink, let's sip the divine drink.
To play is a must, the touch should always overpower the lust.

Do you have it? Trust? Have you got it? Are we there yet? Almost.

To invest too much time and energy in hope is to open the floodgates of fear.
Just have faith, hope remains there. Remain anchored in the reality of the present moment.
Here there is peace, here you are safe.

IF you're looking for a way out, there is only one. MUSIC.
It rises from the brain, it resonates with the heart, it manifests into beautiful vibrations.
Music, comes from instruments, gadgets, techniques, surely.
But the most important, the grand source of music, is you.
There is so much music coming out of us.
Have you ever stopped for a second from whatever pursuit you are on,
and listened to the vibrations emitting out of your own soul?
Of course! You may have, but then again, you might have not.

And who am i, to tell you what it is you seek.
Truth is, I cannot tell you anything you don't already know.
I am only here to remind you. You ask of my purpose?
I am light, i am infinite. I am the universe, just like you.
But my seed, my gift. I'll show you, there's magic here.
How?

Well, i am the story teller, the star child, the great narrator.
I build lives, I assist the cosmos.
My words manifest consciousness.
It is not a game, no.
It is fun, maybe.

Intelligence is not a privilege, it is a gift. Use it for the good of mankind. 

I have pain. I have joy. I have experience, and i have determination.
I do not know what you aim to master, but i aim to master it all.
Once more, into the fray.