In meditation

Conspicuously aware
Of an existence
Within another
I am living this life.
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Mingling with the breathes
And the lively senses
I appear separate differently.
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Fully conscious
Of an existence
In an eternal journey,
Time is dead
Senses murdered
Mind shut
Only I exist
Entwined
And clothed
In bliss.

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The healing petals

……..carryontuesday

Love is the flower

you've got to let grow….

In the days when sorrow reigns

And happiness wanes

Tears stroll down like rain

Hearts sliced into many rejections

Its only love can heal the sores.

In the days when animals fight for the rights

And along, the trees plead to be spared

Mother earth wails from within the roots

Begging to be freed from atrocities

Its only love can heal the sores.

When the sky is punctured

And rays unwanted hitting us hard

The hazy clouds speak with moody face

And shining sun appears bleak

Its only love can heal the sores.

Heart wrenching agony of a famine

Sidelined citizens from liberal world

Deprived voices that go mute

And listening ears that remain deaf

Its only love that can heal the sores.

Love is the flower

You have to let grow

If a happy world

Each dream of.

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Extinction

Scattered all around

Unkempt hair and loosened bones.

Teeth shining void of dirt

In death the value speaks high.

Species of animals

Rarely spoken, what of seeing

Hunted down to skeletons

To feed the greedy species within.

Scrumptiously the animals

Appear to the poaching poachers

Unwitting victims as they are

The animal brutally downed by technology.

Anywhere, everywhere

The meetings take place

From exotic meat to aphrodisiac

The bargain goes over some drinks.

Wilderness a heaven for dollars

Waiting customers are sickly maniacs

In animals they trust their lives

Desecrating the sanctity of nature’s sanctum.

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2 a.m.

The earth just had its bath
And the temperature is on the low.
The sky is clothed with clouds.
Shy to reveal the nudity of its expanse.
I stare outside my window.
The street is bare and deafened.
In the absence of noise
I am silenced in mystery.

Faint murmurs I heard from somewhere.
Unfamiliar notes of grievance.
They echoes with same resonant non-stop
I search all around but not within me.
Its 2 a.m. and sleep is far from bed.
The pillow lies stark naked.
My brain speaks unhappily the dead thoughts.
Yes, the unfamiliar notes of grievance.
Buried deep years ago, the pantomime begins.

Nature sleeps without a bed, a mat, a pillow and a blanket.
But, in slumber her dreams carried her peacefully.
I sleep with a bed, a mat, pillow and a blanket
But, the amber keeps burning the blood of past.
The night is awakened and I am bludgeoned.
Nothing but mind woven with pain and neglect.
With unwanted fraternity of desires I am floating.
The street lights, in silence brighten themselves.
Along with the trees in joy greets the nature.
Man at 2 a.m. staring out of the window mournfully.

At 2 a.m
I am almost as good as dead
With thoughts livelier.


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A hero or a zero?

.......carryontuesday

Whether I shall turn out to be

The hero of my own life,

That depends on the seed that I am sowing

With fervor for favor or fervor for selfish pleasures.

With humanity dangling at the end of greed

Is there time for me to conjure myself with pleasure?

One end across the earth I see the living skeletons

While on the opposite site I see extreme pomposity.

If I can stop from hitting the floor

The rolling tears from others’ eyes,

The growling stomachs a few

If I can fill that with some edibles,

If I can give my brethrens of this earth

A hug to console the broken heart,

If I can let my love ripples

To encase holistically the entire creation,

These ways of heaven

Shall bear witness

Whether I shall turn out to be

The hero of my own life…..

Or a zero.

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The universal dream

...........carryontuesday

Life bubbles from eternity
Like crystals drop down infinity
From a dream of abstract creation
We exist as the dream itself.
Within this dream, we live on dreaming
A life saturated wth dream of senses
For the world of external manifestation
Is just another dream to fulfill the senses with grip.

A dream, life is as a river
A flow, life is a dream
Everything bubbles away eternally
For what good we gain if no dreams to gain.
The god of creation is just another dream
He dreams of his mind's projection,
To love himself more and more
In oneness he diversifies himself in dreams
seen as plants, animals, man, earth and oceans
before he finally merges unto himself
again, and again the cycle of dream continues.

Dream on, for dreams are sweet
What good we gain if no dreams to gain

Dream on, the lord is dreaming too.


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The other side…...

...................carry on Tuesday

His legs wander deep unto the night,
The night embraced by the moonlight
He has to keep his steps in careful stride
Along the ravine by the dungeon
A fall could be his last.
His stroll brings him to a halt
When suddenly he sees a door
With silvery lines and gold coating
His hands draw the temptation closer.

Knocking on the moonlit door
Saturated with impish delight
The traveler muttered inaudibly
At the long moment of impatient wait.
Images around appears eerily wild
Casting stance of unimaginable fear,
His voice resonates in tears
"Is there anybody there?"

In creepy voice the sky speaks to him
Gurgling fear reverberates across sky
Regurgitating a dark secret immersed in history
Known only to the keeper of eternity.

Knocking on the moonlit door, once again
"Is there anybody there?" said the Traveler
A long pause ensues
And a voice speaks loud,
“Yes, I am here, the keeper of eternity.
Only the dead knocks at this door,
to know their fate from now onwards”.


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Technology

Silence murdered

Quietness impaired

Know ye that technology

Has invaded.

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We reap, what we sow

The shadowy life of the past
Reminds me of moments planted along the way,
Which, were filled with earnest play
And kept always my days, filled.
Each step along each narrowest moment
Brought the laws of nature into my mind
We reap nothing but what we sow.

My heart allows in the musical stream of life
As nature speak loud in many languages.
Dancing along the moments of memory
Down the memory lane, forgetting my feet
I feel like flying and two illusory wings flapping
With rapidity unexplained, I roam free.
In the depth oblivious to many
The mute voice breaks the silence
Killing quietness to express loudly
Life is everything, if you only care to live.

These moments taught me lessons of good and bad
That none is too good to be perfect
And none is too bad to be whacked,
Each thing in life is designed with a purpose
It is only when the eyes in blindness covered
And the mind in darkest dungeon dwell
The heart hankers after desires unfulfilled
Man sees with comparison the compassion granted
And divides them into pieces small
Just to wail loud daily the pathetic lamentation
‘Why must I suffer?’
‘Why must this happen to me?’

We reap only, what we have sown
Are we to blame the entire world?
But we with immunity coated?


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Whispers and breathes of love

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The red rose whispers of passion

And I know this life is given with a mission

To spread the mighty colours of love

That carries the purity of the white dove.

From nature we come and back to nature we go

Nothing else we have to nurture but love

And let others slip and blown away in the wind

But, the remnants of love are the only sustenance.

Petals of beautiful flowers strewn near and far

Spreading the earth with warmth and glitters

Speaking of a heaven that none have seen nor been to

And, perpetually generations flowers prosperously.

Surrounded by arid land and cactus

Across the global stage where my eyes have never reached

There lies the truth infallible singing the tune of oneness

And, I walk miles and miles with wind, trees, sun and sky

Enchanted and anchored in that unity that binds togetherness.

Kissing the wind and soothing the trees

In this journey that appears far and limitless

I know there is nothing to gain for me to lose

Because from nature comes this treasure

To be undone once again everything is done here.

In this garden of humanity

At the sight of a rose, a white rose

Below the starry firmament that spreads wide

The shadows speak in utter silence

Gently rhyming to the dance of the wind

Extending hope that only love sustains,

And the white rose breathes of love

Eternally.

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