Monday, September 28, 2009
Within the heart of the universe
Life exuberates with joy for the mother to be
With both hands she clasped her belly
Sensing the kicks of an unborn baby
Her thoughts merge within and within
They become two souls with but a single thought.
As she lovingly tender her caressing palms
Over the fullness of her pregnancy
The tranquility of the unplumbed space
Rushed from somewhere unknown
In tears she gracefully offers a prayer
In meditation she becomes one with the unborn.
And, two hearts that beat as one
Showers the universe
Again with hope.
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Thursday, September 24, 2009
Together with birth
It comes with smile
It shall be called death.
With another birth.
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From the knotting desires
I wish to flow free
My inner self let it be carefree.
I am liberation
Nothing ensues beyond
For, I am liberation.
No happiness and no sorrow
Between the two narrow strips
I lay liberated, a second within eternity.
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Wednesday, September 23, 2009
A special song
A walk with trust
If the light falls on my face
Don't walk behind me; I may not lead
My shadow might trample my foot prints.
If the light falls on my back
Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow.
My shadow might conceal your foot prints.
Just walk beside me and be my friend.
With our hands entwined with trust
Even in darkness we know
We are there side by side,
Together carrying a dream
Of an earth that brims with smile
Everywhere blooms nothing but happiness and solace.
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Thursday, September 17, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Ravages of war
Concealed between the wrinkles,
Cause tremor in his voice.
Uncongeniality of war
Set tears rolled down his face
At each pull of the trigger
A mother lost a son.
Years passed by without an answer
To many ‘whys’ of the past,
Gone indeed the fiery youth
In wasted blood fiercely buried.
He remembered the last moment
Of the last day of war
When he fired his last bullet
Which he mistakenly shot his own comrade.
Unbearable indeed the pain
Vague past left him not
For the memories are stitched
To the soul.
Before he cast the body
An epistle he wrote
To his dead comrade
He wished his friend would read that.
Inked with spilled sorrow
He flowed with words
Over the pages his apology rewritten
Building ramparts of unwritten tears.
He folded the letter
To the size of the envelope
Gently slid it in
And sealed with love.
The letter sat before him,
Never to be opened again,
Forever propped against a coffee mug
In tears the soul has merged with time
Only eternity bears witness to this.
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Saturday, September 12, 2009
Beyond that moment
In the stillness of time,
Let the soul speaks the silent
Because in wordless oneness
Eternity echoes with subtle clarity.
Speak not,words will only steal the moment
Cherish the existence of that second
And, let your breathes mingle with love.
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