Call It By Any Name.....

There is this energy

By many names, one chooses to call

By many terms, one chooses to describe

This energy is always the same.

Beyond the veiled consciousness

And beyond the veiled unconsciousness

This eternal energy exists unchanged

Symbolized by names and forms.

Known as God to many around the world

It is the power where lightning gain the brightness

It is the power where thunder thunders with might

This energy energizes everything in this universe.

Science vows to unravel the mystery of this Mighty One

But, at each layer they stop only to marvel the ceaselessness

Of this power, which synchronizes the universe in perfect order

And permeates the macrocosm and microcosm of this existence.

I do not believe that such a magnificent splendorous energy

Be bonded by religious, traditions, race and languages

Like colors of many kinds the flower comes forth in the garden

Likewise the existence folds and unfolds in myriad exhibition.

I believe in this energy that walks the space with love

Casts its gaze on each and all without a second’s absence

I believe not the God that speaks through volumes of printed materials

Yet remain handcuffed within the borders of one religion.

The grandeur power that underlies the passivity of creation

The unifying power that sustains the activities in creation

That energy by any name one may call does not change by praises

But by firm resolute and immersion in love we may understand a little.

Spanning various times and climes it remain ever the same

Not colored by the powers that convert humankind into selfish creatures

Rather remain there witnessing the flow with grace unknown to us

This is one energy many may deny yet silently living with it.

To fathom this unfathomable mystery of this eternal sustainer

The mind needs to steadfastly remove the thorny desires

And together the remnants of the past pains too must be plucked

Then to our little understanding the mystery of God will dawn

Just a peep into that, changes take place in our lives

Miracles we call it to meet our understanding.

God, indeed a mystery, compassionate mystery

Not a being, not a thing, but, everything.

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Clouding desires

Beat the night that howls like wolf

Let in the light that brightens the soul

Life has its maze to drive us crazy.

As you beat the howling night away

The drudgery hankering, unto graveyard we drive away

Dissolving the maze before the dawn of haze.

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Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis

Dreadful diagnosis

To tell is a burden

To spell is a hell

To remember is a dark spell

This word kills one

Sooner, before the treatment.

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Shadow

Hiding beyond light

In the daylight shine of the sun

It follows us intact.

Grasp it by hand

It remains impalpable

Step it hard

It hardly cries out pain.

It is ever there

Yet never there.

We see or not

It matters not

For the blocked light

It speaks so.

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Nature

Cooling water

Of the running stream

Subdues my chatting

The inner chattering

A small gap, perhaps,

But a big relief

A gigantic depth of peace

Streams down

Freezing the moment.

The greenery I see around

Eagerly soothes my eyes

Opening a new vista

Beyond the horizon,

Just a second of admiration

Nature enters my being

So profound a feeling

Blissfully I am entombed within.

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Bedroom strangers

Strangers on the same bed

One sleeps facing the right wall

Another sleep facing the left wall

In between is the bolster.

They are strangers on the same bed

They speak not with each other

They look not at each other

But they share the same bed.

Irony has no shadow

To mark its existence

But witty human behaviors

In the name of relationship.

The mark of superiority spoils many

Inferiority too kills many

Integrity is a word on the paper

The thicker it is written

The worst dignity becomes.

Days that pass by

Do not confer a solution

They were once together

But not anymore.

The winds of change

Blow the love far

Now in place, grows hatred

Hatred seeded by desires unfulfilled.

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Infinity

Infinity trickles

As I open my mind a little

Infinity trickles

As I let me expand a little.

The centripetal of existence

That infinite energy

Masquerading behind

Realms visible and invisible.

I exist

Thus, I am born

I exist

Thus, I die.

In infinity

I am alone

But, in the fullness of oneness.

And I am infinite.

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Smses

“Yest night I was just infront of ur house at 9pm.

Thot of calling u but thot again u might be on skype

So didn’t wanna disturb. gud day”

Smses are wonders of technology

Short thoughts passed on

From one hand phone to another hand phone

And the shorter it comes

The better it is.

Some short messages

A little longer than usual

Yet the smses carry volumes

And some stay longer in our heart.

Some sent with charm

Some intends to harm

Yet each carries a message

Perhaps easier conveyed

Thru smses, rather than spoken words.

 

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Corruption

That which buys the soul

By killing the conscience

To make right appears unrighteous

To make wrong appears righteous

Beyond the laws that govern man and nature

That which buys the dirt and covers it with gold

That which buys the gold and covers it with dirt

Without least concern about the world around

Nor about the laws to abide

That which unbuttons the shirt in the secret corners

And unzip the pants to quench the thirst

A little trifle worthless desires to gather amass

To make the false appears truly true

And to cover the fire with newspapers

And that which burns water with greediness

And that which fans breeze into typhoon

And that which cools typhoon into breeze

Lies still in the pocket of humankind.

To escape the heat of law

To fight the justice with injustice

Corruption goes all the way

To get all the knots undone

In trickily unknown ways.

Corruption goes deeper

Unto places of worship too

Fighting for power and status,

God too they bribe,

And, God says shhhhh

Don’t tell anyone!!!!

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Dewdrops

The morning dewdrops

Poetically descends

Inspiring the withered soul

From the depressive slumber.

Scattering across the meadow and

On the leaves above the head

I see shining dots of rainbow colors

Like diamond studded crowns

Glittering from the tip of each grass

And the surface of the leaves.

In colorful reflection filling the heart with joy

Life bubbles as the dewdrops smiles to the sun

Transient indeed this colorful projection

The dewdrops dry up soon as the sun hits the peak,

But, the splendor is etched deeply in my heart.

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Clarity

The road that takes me nowhere

I realized not, actually takes me everywhere

Amazing indeed this strangeness

Life is, of course, a journey of many ways.

The ambiguity gradually cease into antiquity of mind

Unambiguous ways I am seeing in slow speed

Thus the mind conceal things when the will solidifies

Allowing us a glance at the sprouting life.

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Child

When a child is born unto you
remember my dear ones
it’s a gift chosen by the omnipresent love
for you to nurture and culture
the baby in the cradle of humanity.
no amount of feeding
no amount of hugging
can keep a child closer to you
but only a care with love
not love without care.
worry not his ways of misbehaving
hurry to guide him within your embrace
teach him no matter how long
what is right, and
what is wrong.
books will not give him education
nor medicine give him health, but
caring love gives a child everything,
give him unsullied tender love of his understanding
you will see the lotus bloom fighting the mire;
a child is white pure
till the life is spread before us
and we start to paint the color we like
always ignoring the child’s favourite colors
and we paint the color the way we like
always ignoring his way of coloring;
a child is vulnerable
to many abuses
faster you must move
a fence must be placed
warding the abuses
of gentle and hard;
a child
given unto humanity,
a message from the highest
that in God’s miracle
a child is ever pure
a sign that God still love human kinds;
love hard but with care
guide gently but with firmness
offer salutation to all in highest heaven
and soothe a child
with love and care,
the child will soothe again
with love and care
and a lotus blooms,
beautifully.

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Arriving moment

With a twinkle in her eyes

And a sigh from her mouth

The luscious memory running wild

I remain frozen immersed by the night.

My gaze telescope the starry sky

That dazzles the firmament through out time

Her smile still eludes me from the distance

Though I leave my eyes and heart opens ajar.

Languishing in that corner of the empty heart

I measure the length of my shadow on the floor

I know it is the time for the presence to be felt

But, today not a whisper I heard from her.

I let the heartbeat to continue until it learn to rest

For the beating heart can be aching if it is too hard

In an almost barren state of icy coldness the heart stays

I wish that moment will arrive with her by my side.

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