Madiba...

It is no secret that you walk within the very goodness of character I strive to become..

You are the manifestation of human values which I hold with the highest honour and respect.
That of integrity,  humility, of compassion and resilience.

An extraordinary soul who will eternally live within the breathe of freedom and justice every time it is uttered.

Oh Tata this young girl who left apartheid South Africa when she was 5 has kept you safe in her heart as a guardian of humanity.. 

Tata you have travelled every step and have been my compass for freedom, change, for dharma,  and for upliftment.

To me you are what it truly means to be a successful and outstanding human being.

And it is because of you, first and foremost, I am proud to be South African..

Your heart and soul will forever be weaved into the gold of every African sunset.

Thank you Tata for giving me my freedom
For giving me someone to aspire to be.

I never wanted to be like Mike..
I just wanted to be like you..

God bless you always..
Rest in love, peace and freedom...

Tell Me My Friends...

Tell me my friends

Do you dream in colours of dark mattered grim

Those black holes of oblivion

That make you weep blood on crowns of sacrifice and sins

Where prayers are pinned on fingers being crossed

Hoping for your wishes to come true

But all of them seem to be lost

On trains, computer screens and bills due..

I have seen these places

I've been down crevices where daylight has no break

Where I run through gauntlets

And find only dungeons and dread

But like Churchill said "if you are going through hell, keep going"

So I keep running

Like chariots of fire that burn through good and bad

For karma doesn't judge

It moves without bias through transient fads

That keep us sedated in habitual thoughts laden with addictive behaviours

And desires born from men who want us divided

Tell me my friends do you dream in colours of sapphire suns and diamonds

Those prisms of stardust and stargazing stargates

That Illuminate your infinite

Particles of light that spark your divine inner lio

Roaring rays, that sustain your Mt Zion

That keep you centred in the gravity of your genius

That frees you from this society’s conditioning

That keeps you manifesting your dreams into reality 

That kind of day

No longer deferred like a raisin in the sun kind of day

Living free and at one with the land kind of day

Living those once upon a real life time stories of Dr Martin Luther Kings and Queens kind of day

That keeps you composing like Rumi and Vivaldi

Keep you freedom fighting like Rosa Parks, Madiba and Gandhi

Keep you discovering like Curie, Tesla and Da Vinci

Living a life worth remembering like Joan of Arc, Buddha and Bruce Lee

Living a life like its golden, that Jill Scott alchemy

That goosebump goodness

That soul searching

Hard hitting

Street hustling

Goodwill hunting

That never giving up blueprinting

I am in this place and all its realness

Holding this space like a warrior 

A tempest triggering

Trident bearing guardian 

Keeping it always blazing son

Keeping it always game changing son

A soul shaking diamond phoenix who rises like Maya Angelou

See I am no longer scared to confront my soul with my deepest flaws…

To unravel my heart at its very seams

So that only love and peace float in the spaces

I have found a resilient home within the confines of my ego, limitations and fear

My inner battles, and invasions

Here I have found the magic of daring exploration

That tough love inquisitions

Surrendering everything for a greater awareness 

Connecting my soul back to the universe

Its verses of liberation 

I am living in the undeniable verve of my being 

No longer saying yes to things or people,

When inside I’m saying no to me.

No longer will I be that weak

Will I be afraid to be me

To be my magnificent

A conscious spiritual being

Tell me my friends, tell me about your dreams...

The Time Traveller...

He was the first thing my eyes adjusted to when I emerged from nothingness

So I left my infinity in his hands
We met on a night where tongues were chased by an audience into the forgotten moonlight
Where trees spawned from jacks beans
That reached the skies with giant dreams
And castles that were built on foundations of poetic imaginations
Reinforced by the resounding resonance of clicks, claps and stomps of standing ovations

The township seemed so far away from all of this
Yet his prophecy came from this
A place where real struggle still exists
In rusted shacks
Where tattered clothes hang on poverty lines
Where people are always hustling to find the next dollar
The next exit sign
Trying to climb corporate ladders
But find only snakes in power struggles
Heathens dividing half eaten eden apples in boxes based on coloured people lines

A place where apartheid still inhabits people’s conditioned minds

But there he stood
In bold arial black
The oldest boab tree in the street
Quietly observing everything like an oracle in an odyssey
A change maker
A freedom writer
A kingdom’s dream weaver
Sewing silks within divine sonnets made from gods effervescence
Sparking life and existence
One who came born with ancient knowledge to practise, to teach
To share his message through the mastery of his art
To make us think past the mind, past the heart, past the ether and back to the start
A purpose already ordained and set apart

I try and contain myself
But my soul is already shaken
Yet he has not even spoken
I am touched by a man standing on the other side of the room
Who smiles enters my heart with a sonic boom
His warm presence is felt and love spreads like light particles that penetrate and vibrate on my skin
His obsidian eyes sink to the deepest mazes of my core being

Opening doors to rooms that no one had access to before

An awakening of dreams that no one had seen before
I catch him blinking in disbelief
He remembered me
Remembered us
An algorithm of poetic fractals
Left unspoken
Where whispers of the present moment left time confused
And the past caught up to the future
So the night had awoken
Just to see if we really existed during the day
He dawned himself when he realised that we were together and alive
And sent the moon to watch over us
And an aleph to bend space in time for our love to create magical portals of boundless universes

We try to cling to logic with unrealistic expectations
But it evades us and we are transported to a star gate for soul mates

See this is what happens when a time traveller meets an astral projector
We enchant each other into omniscience
Our life forces now connect
the ethereal eternity of past lives
Protected by the goddess Venus and her magnetic orb
As she spins a sparkling cloud atlas made of stardust
Where we morphed like love struck Samaritans across timeless dimensions
A night where we surrendered to a spiritual consciousness of nothingness
See this is what happens when a time traveller meets an astral projector
We enchant each other into omniscience
So he left his infinity in my hands…

~pranishka

Asato mā sadgamaya - From ignorance, lead me to truth...

The sun writes verses through rays of light 

That touch the earth's landscaped pages

So I try and read in between the lines 

Just to feel the warmth of the words through the silent spaces

The moon walks with the tides

Giving hope to fireflies

And glow worms that come alive at night

Where an owls gaze illuminates portals

And star-gates

Made of feathers and stardust particles

For its Immortal stargazers

It was in that moment 
Where Titians tempest and a nightingale met 

Under the avatar tree

They sat in silence as the holy seeds of the great masters, gurus and ancestors danced and floated with the wind of Shivas enchantment 

Asato mā sadgamaya

From ignorance, lead me to truth;

I watched in awe 

Holding a water-bearing trident in my left hand 

And mantra beads on my right

Om triumbakham I hope they don't see me 

I'm not ready for my history

They pretend like they don't, 

And the Holy tree unveils an epic story from their akashic records 

A past life as Krishna and Arjuna 

Titian's Tempest and the Nightingale reminisced about riding that golden chariot into the great battle of Kurukshetra.. 

Where bolded golden glowing bows and arrows of dharma 

Rained through the sky, tipped with agni's fire

But there was something else, something powerful, so magnetic and magical that drew me to the foundations and roots of the tree

So my gaze moved

There I found the striking shy eyes of truth - Sathya

As she peeked from behind Maya - the illusion

Her twin sister 

Our eyes locked with an intense curiosity

Oh lord help me

Om triumbhakum
She saw me

Intrigued by my visit she morphed into a golden orb engulfing me with a beautiful aura made from the blue light of protection

It was the only way she could fool Maya at her own game of deceptions
She wanted to get to know me, and I her

So Sathya awakened her cousin’s Prema and Prana

And within seconds, Prema’s pure essence of love pervaded my space 

And Prana blew a gustily breathe of life and awareness gracefully onto my face

This was for me to move past the limitations of my souls vasanas and it's gunas

A purification

As they parted Agni came with an ember 

And burnt away my hurt from past loves 

She left with the ashes and said take these diamonds, 

Go be true

Be you

Be that Diamond Phoenix

That's the real you

Sathya stayed like a guardian by my side 

As we flew though another gateway of consciousness 

Unhindered no longer by those blind blinking observations 

Of the human sensory divisions

Free spirits 

We moved like warrior of lights 

Into those 3rd eye dimensions

Where we were finally safe in the truth seekers heaven

She welcomed me with a blessing 

A transcending shaktipath 

From the universal source

Its Sat chit ananda 

Truth consciousness and bliss

The reality of life

There I met my gurus Sri Aurobindo and Swami Sivananda

They guide me past the astral, 

The chaotic karmic

Through the timeless akashic

And into the calm nirvana of supra consciousness

Where no mind ticks

No heart beats

Where the pure atma of souls meet

Under the holy avatar tree who unveils an epic story of Sathya and Me.
A past life where Sathya was Krishna and I was Arjuna
We reminisced about riding that golden chariot into the great battle of Kurukshetra.. 

Where bolded golden glowing bows and arrows of dharma 

Rained through the sky, tipped with agni's fire

asato mā sadgamaya

tamasomā jyotir gamaya

mrityormāamritam gamaya

From ignorance, lead me to truth;

From darkness, lead me to light;

From death, lead me to immortality

Om shanti shanti shanti

~pranishka