Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Stolen stillness

In the darkness
Everything lies dear without fear
His mind he lets to wander
In the oasis of hope and glitters,
She lies beside
Imagining everything that he can give.

She tumbled upside down
When suddenly, he turned and
Touched her arm and said
“the darkness stills me,
my worries were buried deeper,
But you steal my stillness, 
leaving me only fear,
my dear”.

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I live eternally
Boundlessly expanding
Ticking away in a continuum
Reticently letting the seconds slip away.
Beyond the shores of eternity
Unimaginable indeed dead is to me,
If I die many times now
In fear I suppose that to be,
Fearlessly allow me the deathless death
Once eternally boundless
Will there be a return to birth once more?

The mystery of this enigma will in endless pursuit
Trail each that which is bonded to the ephemeral senses
Until there dawn rustic rational of primitive yearnings
To free all from the blizzard of greed, lust and hatred.
The incessant whirlpool of mind shall disintegrate
The growl and whispers together shall cease
When the immersion takes an eternal dive
The woven will disappear leaving only the weaver.
With vibrant vigor existence shall continue to be
And when my mortal rein is snapped from the final dust
I shall no more be there, but everywhere.

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Monday, February 22, 2010


loneliness speaks the language of the dead
unheard by any but only You and I,
poets tirelessly speaking of this moment
and artists trying hard to capture in colors,
dead men rise to speak about it
birds and beasts preserve this moment
in solitude they seek the euphoric joy, in loneliness.
loneliness, the moment of revelation
soul's exposure to the mightiest of silence
the end of a beginning
a blissful beginning unto an end.

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Thursday, February 18, 2010

Life is…..

Life is not about fearing for the future
Life is about ferrying the present
Life is not about reaching faster
Life is about starting early,
Life is not about obsessive planning
Life is about relevant plans,
Life is not about getting rich
Life is about enriching oneself,
Life is not about doing the right thing
Life is about doing the right thing at the right time, righteously,
Life is not about obeying the rules
Life is about respecting the rules,
Life is not about believing in God
Life is about having faith in oneself,
Life is not about judging people
Life is about loving people,
Life is not about learning to hold on
Life is about learning to let go,
Life is not about being alive
Life is about embracing lives,
Life is not about stature
Life is about human nature,
Life is not about things yonder
Life is about everything closer,
Life is not about being tolerant
Life is about being appreciative,
Life is not about weeping for the past
Life is about sweeping aside, the past,

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Monday, February 15, 2010

Unwrap the gift


Fear not for the future
Weep not for the past

A lifetime we live
Without a second’s future in glimpse,
And, without the past we shall leave empty.

The present is the gift to treasure
Unwrap it second by second, layer by layer
Receive with contentment the present

Of living in the presence of eternal present.

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The puss within..

The fire is burning wild
In the deserted minds the well is dry
Neglect of commitment in the name of survival
Only the fittest stand to attest to this life.
Morals and religions spoken loud
Different paths and different talks
But their walks remain the same
Come to me, this is the only way
Surest, but not ascertained by any.

Can the burning fire be subdued?
In the deserted mind, a rose bloom?
Neglect of commitment, no more an issue?
In the name of survival, mankind learns to love?
The swift shifting thoughts
Dressed in hatred and anger immeasurable
Push the soul unto the hole of emptiness
There, barren anxiety seething with hatred.

Man kills man, in the name love
A hungry soul is fed with religion
And a distraught soul is given a God
And that God appears paralyzed, eternally paralyzed.
In the wake of their inner pains
It paralyzes their emotion; and
Many are lost for words
To represent the stench of agonizing life.

Will time heal the wound?
Will time just cover the wound?

Abandoning the deep gash
A dwelling to be made of maggots
Of hatred, anger and pain
Only time will tell.

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Saturday, February 06, 2010

Pain of neglect

The dusky atmosphere
Reflects the sorrowful mind
Dressed with colorful anguish.

Along the dusty road
The little traveler walks
Wiping his tears non-stop.
Clad only in nudity
The child eats only hunger
Reflecting signs of utter negligence.
Deprived of a decent survival
He walks along the dusty road
In search of the unknown loss.

Shaggy hair dirty eyes
A lean body - protruding ribs
 Accompanies his shadow.
Thoughts of past and fear of dying
Shivers him along the way
As he hugs himself from the whispering wind.

Oozing saliva drawing sleazy flies
To have a sip and bask in the odor
Of a boy alive, yet dead within.
Love appears far and hopeless
Yet he traverses the impossible
Clenching the steely effort, silently.

Hunger is still his meal.
And nudity is still his dress.

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Friday, February 05, 2010

When the laws changed...

The thunder whispering
With the wind clapping
Rain blabbering
Lightning darkening
And the sun smiling
While the moon grinning
The trees dancing
And rivers babbling
Clouds smooching
Silver lines disappearing
Rocks floating
Cotton rolling
Tigers hissing
And snakes roaring
Men padding
Women seeding,
I wonder, why?

Laws have changed
Men say with sighs.

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Tuesday, February 02, 2010

Fighting the waves

Life is a ticket to the greatest show on earth
Tying us from one end to the other end of it
Between birth and death we fight the waves.
Depending on the winds of destiny and effort
With rudder the wind shall take us far rightly
Without rudder we risk our lives snatched swiftly.

To stay on course for a fight till the end is the goal
Between the peaceful moments of sweet smiles
And destructive discords of painful thoughts,
Until then the last breathes we serve with care
Not to hurt any, nor be hurt by any at any moment in life
Like blossoming lotus we must breathe the love ever,
Till the day come for us to say proudly
“I have fought the battle, and I worry not a little”
And, proudly relinquish the vested physique
To extend our wings across the universe.

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Unto ashes, she vanishes

Her opulent eyes 
Appears serenely filled
With sparkling look,
manifesting color of amber
Burning the fiery rumbles
Of her tumbling emotion,
Washed in the drain of dire uncertainty.

She rummages through the lost world
In the ashes around her.
In the heat her world has gone,
Atrocities triumphantly stands.

She dies momentary death
Repeatedly, daily.
The ripples of war memory
Is the cruel part of history
She has to bargain with
To pronounce her life with clarity
To let her once again mingle with life.

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