Saturday, July 31, 2010

The process - meditation

my thoughts are lying fallow
in the river running shallow
everything moving slow
I am learning to let go,

not easy though
I know one day I will let go
thoughts that flow and follow.

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Tuesday, July 27, 2010

WAR - Memory Diary History

Though dusty and worn out
Teardrops touched the book
Teardrops touched the book
Though old and torn;
Those contents sprinkled across
Dotted the pages with words of war
And, story of coagulated blood began
Where bonds strewn apart;
Shrieking sounds of mortal mortars
Killed many seconds before the mortal fury
What is then left of humankind?
But, tears that tears apart the wound of the heart.

Teardrops touched the book
As history passed by the peaceful brook
The old man reads and reread the story of thorny war
Without flipping the pages, the old man torn by memory;
Only tears a consolation for the agonizing mind
Puncturing the pressure in this uncanny exposure
Allowing voice of sorrow to drip down the cheeks
But, the coagulated blood is still thicker than all of war.
Wisdom sought answers not in hurry
Nor counseling provides the necessary
Shadows of painful death marked the conscience
Whether memory or nightmare, the decades roll by silently.

Teardrops touched the book
As the vagaries of mind rendered a play
Harrowing story of the sorrowful diary
Of the memory, the only thing the old man has to live with;
Strange world passes by daily
Least worrying about things beyond the walls
The old man speaks in language of the emotion
His voice forever muted by the senseless war.

And, his teardrops touched the book, again,
The last teardrops of his story, 


A history.

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Friday, July 23, 2010

I am the spirit

I don’t belong to blood and flesh alone
Unto the vast subtlety of spirit I reign ever
I am all
divided into five
Experienced by mind
Fearing nothing will be mine
Thinking all are mine
Before attempting to realize
I am but the vast subtlety of spirit
Inconceivably greater than words of power

I know knowing is superficial
when the everlasting  dawn
experience blooms
I am but the vast subtlety of spirit

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Thursday, July 22, 2010

Sleepless night

The night beckons my sleep 
Leaving me, my sleep travels deep into the night
Sleepless I am rolling on my bed;
Reveling the darkness
I am floating dreamless
For my eyes speaks of nothing but darkness;
A mythical night with mystical intensity
Painted with a mysterious color,

Moments bygone dance merrily.

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Wednesday, July 21, 2010


I undo the knots and the net disappear
I remain stark naked - disentangled;
Sensing my naturalness
Breeze cantered across the meadow to embrace me,

Until I started weaving another net
My thoughts speedily filled the groove of my being.

Chaos ensued.

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Sunday, July 18, 2010


Salubrious vibes
Ebb away cascading laziness.

In bed covered with blanket
With eyes closed!

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Saturday, July 17, 2010

This moment

Has there ever been a moment like this moment? Nay!
‘tis this moment we light the fire and cook our meals
‘tis this moment we share our tears of joy and sorrow
‘tis this moment the most powerful, eternally powerful
Amidst all else.

‘tis the moment we embrace our life with lively breathings
And this is the moment we stride around with various paces
Moving forward and backward searching for something
Something that we lost in the past or something we dream of,
But, yet to come.

Has there ever been a moment like this moment? Nay!
‘tis the moment I comb my hair till it drops
‘tis the moment I check my face to count the wrinkles
‘tis the moment I realize growing old is nice,
Yes, this is the moment.

This is the moment we embrace our life with lively breathings
And this is the moment we stride with various paces
‘tis the moment we feel the oneness between humankind
‘tis the moment we wipe each others tears,
The reality so illusive.

The rush for tomorrow’s unseen dreams
Execute today’s realistic life,
The erasure of the bygone past
Rewritten many times on illusory notes,
Hardly many live this moment of truth.

Has there ever been a moment like now? Nay
‘tis this moment we light the fire and cook our meals
‘tis this moment we say the food taste good
‘tis this moment we quench our thirst.

Ask our senses, all will cohesively agree

‘tis this moment.

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Thursday, July 15, 2010

Song of nativity

Native melodies that penetrate my heart
Spurts bliss instead of blood
I am filled for the day,


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The chant across the wind

Crossing the ocean of winds
My chant hunt for Thy grace
Where is the Omnipresence, I know not
Unbeknown to me, my chant always goes on.
In the silence of the moonless night
My chants penetrate the contemplative deafness,
The thunderous thumping thunder and lightning
Beyond all that, my chant continues tenderly.

A smile within my heart
Twitched my lips left and right
I think I am seeing someone within
Trying to reach out from beyond the needs.
The subtle whispers of the eternal warrior
Slipped away with a dance so swift
As illusive as You are, I know You are right here
As the undercurrent of my breathes as I chant.

Trapped under the rubble of egotism
I am trampled by hubristic waves of life
But, I know I am not forsaken by You
Your embrace from my heart still warm and soothing.
As I limit my divisive vision to pieces
You are there, You are here
But, the moment I glimpsed a fraction of You,
You are everywhere; I know you are everywhere,

The experience slipped again
Remnant of shadow too 

Never mind
Nothing eternal, but You.

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Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Stillness on the stilts

Stillness on the stilts
Thus life is so to speak,
Peaceful it renders the breathe
A sudden shake breaks the synchrony,
Miffed by changes unwanted
Mind stir the stillness awhile.

A shaken stilt a risky meet
Stillness on the stilts
Thus life is.

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Tuesday, July 13, 2010

spreading the wings..

Obliterating the senses
I liquefy unto existence;
An experiential reality

I wonder of probability
The experience I chanced, again.

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Monday, July 05, 2010

That power to be

the might of typhoon
ousted me not;
but, the gentleness of breeze
succumbs my being softly;
in reverie it unravels the truth hidden
that gentleness embraces power,
intertwined with evolution
a silent volution of time
that everything becoming unbecomingness.

a revolution speedily done by hasty move
hardly seen nor felt by all that moves,
but in glimpses of mindfulness
gentleness tells the story of strength,


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Sunday, July 04, 2010


Callous humanity
Denigrative intention
A flag of loyalty with missiles and torpedoes
All in the name of love and peace.

The lions smile cynically
And elephants into ballroom dance
Strange indeed ways of man
They’re civilized ones - b’coz they kill with love.

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Intellectually ossified
Humankind blunted all around,

A tree dead and dry
In a deserted heart.

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Friday, July 02, 2010

If God becomes my master

If God becomes my master
I would stand within
rooted to the core of my being.

Do I have a direction to turn to? Nay!
Because everywhere His reign speaks distinctly
His face appears invisibly
His voice speaks in silence
His presence is the marked creation.

An inward revolution is all I need
For an evolution
And immersion in His omnipresence,

My Lord, Grant me Thy compassion.

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Thursday, July 01, 2010


The shadow of senses
Betray us.

With faith
We dwell defending God
Betraying humanity.                      

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