My Master, His Silence

I

Our eyes met for the first time

Your benevolent gaze

And my anticipatory look

Sealed the silence in perfect harmony.

I asked a lot of things

Yet you said nothing at all

I beseech your forgiveness

Yet you said nothing at all.

The hoary silence that carries you around

Is too mystical for me to experience,

As Your steps kiss the soil gracefully

There too I heard nothing but only silence.

II

Down deep within me

I know that you are aware of me

But, why this silence of the dead

When I try to reach out to you?

Have I indulged in too much worldliness,

That blocks me the right to be with you?

Aren’t you suppose to guide me through

With love and consoling words?

I don’t know who you are in that body of yours

The experience I have had some time ago

Kills my conscience daily with arguments

About who and what you are actually.

The parables of motion, and words of silence

I play not that game my master

I am too little for this game of yours

And the rules seem too harsh for me to follow.

III

I know you are love personified

Just like many masters who had come and gone

Just like many masters who may come in the future

I know like an open book you let yourself move.

But, I am too little to know that words of your message

Day and night I crave for your presence in my conscience,

Alas!! You are too illusive beyond my mind’s grasp

And, I keep hoping for that illusory veil is removed soon.

Too little knowledge is too dangerous to make a life

I know you said that many times before and now as well,

But, that is all I could afford to offer, for that’s the size of my coffer.

Take it to your heart’s content, allow me a little contentment

Please stop this hide and seek game, I am lost many a times

And, again and again I don’t want to be the loser.

IV

My master, I know my faith is tested by your silence

Like the dried leaf I am allowing myself to drop

Blown by the wind till it reaches merciless end

I know my faith is tested, give me your hand my dear master

Only once, and let me sleep in your bosom

And walk the eternity in your dream

Allow me to be certain of your uncertainty

Fully imbibing your nonchalant attitude.

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The world within a circle

Within the circle of experience

Life revolves for many of us

Revolting against the world beyond

We close the door to our hearts.

Senses five, with experience manifold

Caging us in deliberate ignorance

Wanting not more of our being

We become prisoners of our own selves.

Across the circle, a world vast lies

Beyond the reach of our eyes

We all know that very well

Yet, within our ignorance we dwell.

Lugubriously we walk with cheerful mask

Cheating the world and ourselves too

For us this world within the circle

Is itself too much to bear and bask.

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If my dead is your light

 If my dead is your light

Take it freely as I won’t fight,

Cherish it with golden memories

That comes along till your last breath.

I succumbed many times in this journey

Despite the injuries and shattered emotion

The Lord wills that I am back on my feet

To continue this life again and again.

Again I say, if my dead is your light

Take it freely as I won’t fight.

For many passages I have trodden in this life.

And, each is but another facet of the same.

The hoariness of a distant memory

Echoes the mystical chorus from somewhere

I know there is a place hidden in time

Spared for me by the Lord compassionate.

This deadened feeling tells a funny story

Though I care less to tell the world,

Within the grooves of my memory

I do keep it stored as fresh as ever.

If my dead is your light

Take it freely as I won’t fight,

For I know there will be a day

As the light you may come again to see me.

If my dead is your light

Take it freely as I won’t fight.

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Shadow

He lies in pain writhing vaguely

Fighting the gripping pain in his stomach,

He the shadow of a society

A civilized society

That lives a dead life.

In the dead of the night

The homeless eyes shrunken deep

Burning like amber

The eyes of a soul neglected.

The tree cries too for him by shedding a few leaves

And, under that tree, he found his way to be free

The wind sings too, a solemn breeze for this man,

Whose life is but the shadow of our ignorance.

Tonight, perhaps tonight will be the last night of him

As the night goes deeper,

Bloodsucking creatures began to climb on him.

The tattered shirt is no more a shirt

But rags worn over a dying body,

That we use to wipe off the dirt of our feet.

A body long forgotten by the living

For they live a materialists civilization.

Thrown on one person, or perhaps more

By cohesive civilized ignorance

He, a loser not. Laziness perhaps a word rusted.

They ‘whys’ of this man’s life is not the question here.

Insignia of our ignorance

The homeless is our shadow of selfishness

Placing our feet along the same route daily

Hardly to our heart this homeless finds his way.

The shadow is dying.

Our shadow is dying.

The homeless
A phantom for us.

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