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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Liberalize me
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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Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Frozen tears


Ravages of war

Concealed between the wrinkles,

Thundering bullets

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

When the eyes meet
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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