Thursday, December 31, 2009
Yes I love both the fantasy and truth
a feeling that can be cherished
only by those whose soul can dream
while their minds stay fully awake.
I love to dream of a land of dreams
where fairies can fly defeating gravity
where unicorns gallop gracefully
where mermaids come up to see sailors.
And I love the angel within you and me
the angel which is celestial yet not
who is made of flesh and blood
yet whose soul has reached the heavens.
He lives in this very earth with us
but his soul filled with love is far above us
and I love you and me too who are not angels
who are trying to be one, or are just human.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
In this world of vibrant colours and symphony
don’t think that you can avoid evil and sin
bitterness will reach your tongue alongside honey
you will get sour grapes in this grapevine.
Pick up the sweetest fruits to offer to your mother
gather the most beautiful flowers to adorn her
make your body, heart and soul her loving home
that will be your bit to serve your creator.
Once you change yourself to love, beauty, truth, harmony
these beauties will radiate from you as softest symphony
not a single soul near you will be deprived from this bliss
the world will turn into a heaven for you, an adorable journey.
Being in love with god, her creations and her children
will give you the spirit to move ahead in life’s journey
strength to help weaks to cover the path along with you
sweetness to relish the stay in this beautiful heaven.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
When you loved me with all your heart
I was too confused from where’ll I start
You mistook my shyness for disinterest
Walked away from me before I could protest.
Then miles came between us
Now that we have met again
I just want you to know
I was yours then and now.
Please don’t walk away again
Stay with me till our live end
I want to walk with you the walk
I want you beside me till the end.
I wont let you walk away this time
Without letting you know
What is in my mind and soul
There may never be another time.
so you think I am your destination
I am the one you have always searched for
The ultimate friend, the ultimate comrade
My friend I honour your intention.
But the tree of love and friendship
Takes its time to grow and spread
Have you ever noted my friend
Tallest tree take the most time to grow?
They gently take all seasons in their stride
The summer, the winter, the sun, the storm?
They don’t take these pains in vain my friend
These extremes strengthen their root and branch.
Every summer scorch they face deepens their roots
Every storm they survive makes their trunk harder
Every winter chill and monsoon lash leaves branches
New and fresh, full of new feelings and flowers.
This beauty cant come in a day or two
They will need years of seasoning
So just wait and let the tree grow
With its own rhyme and reasoning.
Monday, December 28, 2009
So you want salvation..
start from within
connect your soul to God
your body will follow it.
you cant tame a wild beast
by starving it, caging it
you will have to win it
and love is the best way.
Teach your soul to love God
teach it complete surrender
you wont have to starve yourself
you will win yourself by yourself.
Your soul will stop hungering
for vain things like wealth, comfort
it will seek joy in God
and therein will it find true joy.
Salvation comes inside out
Strengthen your bond with your soul
Cherish your bond with God
Or else it will crumble to dust.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
voice of love, tis the softest one..
it rarely speaks through lips.
The whole being takes the place
of feeble tongue to glow with love.
The body, the soul, and actions
all get transformed by its touch.
It speaks, all listen spellbound
and then spread out pure love.
Those who cant see… feel it
those who cant hear… touch it
those who cant think… embrace it
it knows no barrier which will stop it.
Its rarely observed by mortal senses
yet it can transform the whole world.
It is invisible and invincible
angels bow their head, such is its power.
it can create an oasis in bleak desert
run a stream of love in a loveless heart.
It can softly scoop up a shattered heart,
and make a wingless soul soar sky.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Be yourself, when you have full faith
that you are moving in the right path..
Search your own soul, not eyes of ohers,
and when that search is over, walk steady.
Your soul will burn with fire and light of truth
to show you the way, to save your soul
Weak wings of lies will not be able to hide
that beautiful fire of truth, though it will try.
Multiple wings of envy, lie and hatred
will surround you only to perish.
While you will walk softly, steadily
toward your own true destination.
Path of truth is never easy, its tough
for you walk unique, untrodden path.
Better keep your fire and light alive
because you will need your own light.
There will be times when you will feel
whole creation is turning against you…
But that will turn out to be noise of wings
while they cover the sun and roar around.
Just keep your light shining and walk tall
for soon they will vanish and you will see
that the world is still around you as it was
it was hidden from you only for a while...
I saw you flying together in the golden sky
I did not tried to count your numbers
for I noted you were too many together
but flying in peace, harmony and union.
I pondered for a while when I have seen
so many human beings heading together
in one direction so much peacefully
and discovered that’s a rare phenomenon.
You sailed in the golden blue heaven
rising sun’s golden rays illuminating
your graceful snowy white wings
giving them a hue of crimson gold.
You looked like a fleet of sailed boats
gliding gracefully in the ocean blue
your sails glowing with golden fire
as the rising sun greets your being.
Deep blue sky, deeper than the bluest eye
lazily lying on the grass I stare into thee
I feel as if I am swimming inside you
your endless depth surrounding me.
I spread my white wings and fly
deeper and deeper in you
white clouds brushing by me
softly caressing my wings with love.
Sometimes I see deep lakes under me
or tall pine trees clustered together
surrounding the crystal clear lake
admiring their own shadow in it.
Then my soul returns to earth from sky
I discover myself lying on the grass
soaked in fragrance of wilderness
gazing blissfully in your endless depth.
Standing with dignity and grace
his roots deep in earth
his limbs spread all around
his proud head touching the sky.
His spirit flies with the storm wind
His body stays firmly in ground though
His soul soaks the sun’s golden rays
His limbs spread all around him.
Full of sweetest fruits, dazzling flowers
nurturing, sheltering every one around.
His body dances with clouds in ecstassy
and his soul stands firmly in the ground.
He teaches us so much if we learn
To be complete one needs dreams and sense
To hold love one has to spread his arms.
To bear fruit one has to go deep within oneself.
can one colour create a rainbow?
or a pallette or painting? I think not.
Can a single ray of light light up world
again I fear it just can not.
Together the colours deck up the world
together the tunes make a symphony
together the rays create sunshine
alone they are easily lost, misplaced.
Even love needs two hearts to live
Faith needs two souls to reside..
One is a lonely number in this world,
every one belongs to someone.
That someone may be just a friend
or a whole bunch of friends and kins.
But there has to be other souls with him,
no one soul can shine on its own alone.
He shines with and in the love of all.
A butterfly soaring upon flowers
touching and kissing each one
softly sharing her gentle love
before flying away to next one.
A white flower was hoping she will
come to him and talk for a while
but she flew away elsewhere
before he could call her out.
The flower sadly watched around
and observed his dazzling friends,
sadly he realized he had no hope
to win any one’s affection or love.
Gently the night fell, moon came up
her soft beams came down there
her beams surrounded the sad being
and made him dazzle like a pearl.
Softly they whispered to him with love
“we all have someone who loves us
just look around you dearest one
can you see your dazzling friends?
They meant the world to the butterflies
so they kissed them one and all
you mean the world to all of us
that is why you are celebrated by us”.
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Hate is easy, love is tough
breaking a heart is child’s play
mending a heart is God’s deed
it takes a lot to follow truth, love.
Lie is easy, truth is tough
Going reckless is always easier
than practicing self restraint
life’s fun is in doing tough things.
Love the challenges more
than the easy path to walk
love to climb the mountains,
than walking on easy paths.
Challenges are like waves
that we have to face
when we are boating in ocean
they are the real fun, the spice.
Who wants a life as cool as lake
with only tiny ripples and breeze?
its fun to live life, facing all the hurdles
that come by pursuing love and truth.
Its really so tough for me to hate them,
tiny buds nipped away from stem
when they were not even properly born
snatched away to the land of hatred.
There the hymns of hatred are chanted
day in and day out to their ears
their souls are corrupted from the core
reaping all profits from their innocence.
They walk out of that living mortuary
carrying weapons of massive destruction
to kill and destroy and get killed…
Their teacher’s one and only instruction.
Being brought up by messengers of hatred
all they carry and know is bitter hatred
hatred for all, even their own blood
in their veins blood is replaced by hatred.
These brainwashed beings suddenly realize
they are surrounded by the same hatred
with which they were supposed to be destroying
innocent lives, their dreams and hopes.
The people who ignored their plight
while their life was being twisted to hell
stirred up when their life was threatened
woke up with the rage and fury of hell.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Silently in harbour
Underneath the branches
Of the old oak tree.
Waiting for the arms
Which will row it
Take it to lands unknown
Braving all the mysteries.
It waits swaying in waves
Caused by morning breeze
While the sun decides
To leave its bed to meet us.
The boat waits and listens
To the breeze, river and birds
As they tell him stories
Of the lands which lie ahead.
Monday, December 21, 2009
All across the calm river
Casting a shadow of blue
On the bushes crowding around.
Dew drops shining like diamond
Glittering in hazy sunlight
It appears as if stars
Have come down to decorate bushes.
The breeze is not breathing
Every tree is like a statue
Waiting for some magic to happen
In that mysterious blue river.
I know its real, but its like dream
As if something magical will happen
May be a mermaid will raise her head
Or a fairy will fly away….
Sunday, December 20, 2009
“We can suck you dry,
We can splash you all around
Not a drop will be left
In your empty body.”
The leader of the herd
Boasted to the pond.
“Your existence depends on us
On our generosity and kindness.”
“You cant suck me dry or empty
Even if you try with all your might.
If I go dry you too will perish
So your existence depends on me.
If you empty me I will be filled up
By the next shower of rain.
My power is far greater than yours
And that is why I stay silent.”
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Stretching to horizon kissing the mist
Surrounded by ice-capped mountains on one side
On the other it is wooded lands
Trees touching the skies and swaying in ocean wind.
The rays of sun have set the ocean on cold fire
Sparkling, burning, orange rays running like waves
As if fire is rippling from the soul of the ocean
Forming waves after wave, rushing to the shore
A beauty surpassing human words witnessed by only sky.
Friday, December 18, 2009
Sky full of clouds
As if some one has thrown
Balls of cotton all over heaven.
Golden sunshine shining
Just like poured, molten gold
On the clouds, lake below and the trees
Trees surrounding the lake.
Trees dressed up in autumn leaves
Orange, pink, blue and green
Have taken the shower of gold
And have elevated to heaven above.
Fairies have opened the door of heaven
Showered down molten gold
On the earth below with both hands
The earth is soaked in that golden glow.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
In the solitary woods
On the top of the mountain
In a land of dreams.
A silver river was spread
Down below in the valley
Its silver body was shining
In a soothing, mystical glow.
A soft veil of mist
Covered the mountain and vale
Showing and not showing it all
Playing hide and seek with me.
The fairies of moon
Laid down a bridge for me
From the moon, across the clouds
It touched the mountain top.
I took a long stroll
In that bridge of dreams
The silver moon above me
The silver river below me.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
I used to think
Whenever I saw a rainbow
That it was a bridge.
A transparent bridge
Laid across the sky
If I could reach one end
I will be able to climb.
Walk across that bridge
From one end to the other
While the whole wide world
Will be lying underneath.
I will see the mountains
The trees, valleys, ocean
Rivers, homes and living beings
From that bridge above them all.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Slowly in the mountain road
Silver moon was shining
In its full glory in sky.
Half asleep beside the window
I was gazing out dreamily
At the silhouettes of passing trees
Bushes, small hillocks swishing by.
Then I saw the bridge
The bus too slowed a bit
It started from our end
Stretched to clouds and mist.
A quiet, serene river was stretched
Deep down below in the valley
Spread like a serene silver sheet
Illuminated softly in soft moon light.
The bridge lost its way in clouds
Was it made by human hands?
Or the fairies have laid it down
To come down to the mountain tops?
Monday, December 14, 2009
flying in the wind
landed right in front of me
I picked it up casually.
There was a picture in it
a beautiful hamlet
situated in a green field
tiled roofs, tall towers..
I felt as if I was transported
in the picture by some spell
I could feel a soft breeze
passing by me, blowing my hair.
As I looked at white houses
with slaty, crimson roofs
grey hills in distant horizon
green, velvetty grass around me.
Meadow larks singing sweetly
I longed I had a home there
another gust of wind tore off
the page softly held by me.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
A frail trail winding around trees
tall, majestic trees touching the sky..
Golden sunshine pouring down on me
cascading down like a waterfall,
through the branches and leaves.
Creating a land of light and shadow,
a realm of mystery and dreams.
I walk alone humbled and sober
absorbing that display of glory
showering down from heaven above
to bless these mortal eyes.
Every thing around me seems
soaking up that pure bliss silently
That shower of pure love from above
coming down to bless the earth below.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
he cant get himself untangled from it
he keeps on coming back to it
again and again till his last days.
His body may move ahead
but his heart dwells there
his mind is sunk deep
inside his deed’s dark lair.
Friday, December 11, 2009
It was blooming far away
Still I could feel its glory
As its petals were made of light.
Light pure, soft and golden
Shining like afternoon sun
Its fragrance was reaching me
Conquering the stench of mud.
All around it was a pond
Full of mud and decay
I could see the serpents
Slithering in that pond, hissing.
Then I saw a golden hand
Reaching down from heaven
To softly pick up that flower
And disappear again.
Laden with fragrance of flowers
Winter flowers blooming
Spreading their rainbow colours.
Butterflies and bees
Busily hovering above them
In an endless ecstasy
Happy just to be there.
Their carefree ecstasy
Touches my heart too
Settling on a lawn chair
I open a storybook.
My eyes more busy with them
Than with the letters on book
While the soft sunshine
Warms up my very soul.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
You were not there
When he was toiling
Inching his way to top.
his tired legs dragging
his tired body and mind
Toward his golden gate
You were then sleeping in bed.
Then he reached the gate
Throne was laid out for him
The crown adorned his forehead
You were standing in crowd.
Heart full of jealousy
But your hands clapped.
Then he stumbled and fell
Landed far below you.
You did not helped him up
You laughed and taunted
Prayed in your heart
That he never gets out.
Let him be, you should
For you were not there
To build his throne
You shant dig his grave.
from a lyre with shattered strings
ripped again and again
by cruel, clumsy, unkind fingers.
If you want it to sing sweet
pick it from the dust
where it is lying in neglect
repair all its shattered strings.
Then try with love and kindness
may be it will sing again
but the cruelty of past hands
may come back to choke it.
If you cant ignore those moments
those tiny falterings
go for a new lyre
leave it where it is now.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Proving the truth
He is only human
Not an angel or saint.
They gather all around him
To mock, taunt and jeer
Hyenas and vultures
Waiting for his end to come.
Forgetting in their arrogance
Human beings stumble
And to stumble one has to walk
Those who do nothing, never fail.
The idol will rise up again
Walk tall and in firm steps
All he will have to do is
Brush off the dust from his dress.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Laid down his bloody sword
Wiped it clean of the blood
Which it has gathered in the war.
Where will he wipe the soul
Which has gathered the agony
Of hearing the last mournful cry
Of warriors and not warriors.
Friday, December 4, 2009
which Buddha and christ walked
with a soul of normal being
and face hurdles on every turn.
They try to detach themselves
from anger, greed and ego
to love everyone, every soul.
Forgetting ego, anger and pain.
Soon their ego surfaces
overcoming unconditional love
then they try to show off love
hiding anger and hurt with sweetness.
They try to be the meek lamb
but soon their real self awakes
and they realize they are wearing mask
and presume everyone else is doing same.
They say, Budhdha, Christ and the prophet
they all heard calls from God
which gave them that immense self control
to wear a crown of thorn, yet love.
And they say God knows very well
the strength of her children
and she charters their path
just according to that strength.
We confuse ourselves by not being us
by trying to mimic the thing we love
or copy the thing we envy
which always ends up in hurt.
in the tree out my window
she have one or more tiny ones
I can hear them chirping.
I often watch her looking for food
to feed her tiny fledglings
and see her flying back to them
her mouth stuffed with food.
How selfless is her maternal love
she toils for hours to feed them
then she teaches them to get their own
and finally bids them goodbye forever.
She never hopes they will come back
to look after her or care for her
her only passion is bringing them up
and letting them fly away to their world.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
It may work the other way round
Your jealousy may pull down her
And make her lose her touch divine.
Mimicking her you will lose the touch
With your own true being
You will lose your friends and comrades
For they wont prefer to be with an angel.
You will then naturally opt to move
With the angels, among the angels
But believe me my friend they are too simple
Uncharismatic, uninteresting and innocent.
Soon you will get bored with them
And try to prove them fool or liars
For the human being within you
Wont let you admit they are what they are.