Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Of nothing else










Taliban! For a long time
It had the better of me this word,
I could only think of terror and crime
When it appeared in my world;
Of it, the more I heard and saw
It costumed as the truth, without any flaw
It played its role on stage
For years consumed horror and bloodshed
Until I went to the dais, without a borrowed mirror
And looked at the word I caused pain, freed it from my obstinate cage

I will change its mask; I will change its dress
I will paint it afresh with a complete new face
Some will witness in it for sure some sense

The word now speaks to me of tolerance
Of acceptance, love, intelligence
Of brotherhood, affluence and newness

Of nothing else, of nothing else

I have changed it completely
And with it will change my reality

O what a beautiful word this is
It holds everything I need
How did I overlook, how did I miss
The word is kind indeed.



Words have a deep impact on our thoughts. In fact, we are nothing but words! Thoughts give rise to feelings, feelings to actions, actions to habits. Habits make our personality which in turn becomes our destiny. In view of this, the poem tries to change our destiny by changing the thought of a particular word that's troubling our world.

This poem is dedicated to those who have taught me how thoughts create our own destiny

The Brahmakumaris
Deepak Chopra
Wayne Dyer
Osho
Sri Sri Ravi Shankar
Eckhart Tolle
Oprah Winfrey
Home of Abraham-Hicks

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Rien à faire












Rien à faire
my only affair,
seated under the nameless tree
...not waiting for anyone, not even for me!
A pleasure at last I am nested here
nothing else to hope, nothing else to fear.
Thoughts that rest, still move the memory steps,
how naïve I had been with goings-on insane!
The world’s fast asleep, I am wide awake
it’s dreaming for someone through steps that are fake.
Leaves of love browned, are falling all around,
my bed of failings would turn them green, right on this ground.
Something dances inside me, singing all along
I think I know the steps, I think I know the song!
With hands wide open, I turn round and round,
all words then end my real me I found.
It tells me to banish hatred, worries, wars, anger
Until the time it’s over, rien à faire, rien à faire,
rien à faire,

the sole affair

Thursday, September 10, 2015

in between















I was looking at a waterfall
Ceaselessly, at the white
Falling and falling
Oneness in the action...
So near was I,
Fresh!
I could smell the flow,
Feel the force.
After a while
my eyes and ears focused
the fall dressed as a fountain
rising and rising...
spreading its freshness
in the air
as its sole offer...
beyond a point
nothing!
Did I not look-see?
Yes, I did!
Then how did they marry!
in this blissful bridal symphony
The movement
only the movement stayed,
as a unique sound, a forbearance
the source and the destiny
in silence
alighted from the journey

Life!
I sensed
moving in between
hidden birth and death

Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Background
















When you play your guitar
Stars blink, moon smiles
The sky shines in the dark
As you tune in from behind.

Seeing this my heart sings
With the ears mellow my eyes
Un voleur gets the miracle wings
In the melody, wanders and lies.

Relinquished


A year has gone by
I did nothing
My life went unsung
With it still,
In your trees
Birds chirped
Flowers bloomed
Said a charming hi
How kind is your world
In which this fallen tune
Is a part
How warm
Greif! For what
I know not
I rejoice in the space!
Moments welcome,
Pour in my flute,
Your sweetness

The constant


You are not afraid of my memory,
Your love is stable, constant.
When over will be my story,
Another journey will step in an instant.

Farther I go from you,
It is only my shift, distance.
You never moved in the blue,
Desert you wouldn’t ever your glance.

In my choice, this poem of a game
Recall ends only to begin
I win for a time, time and again
Fearless in the ramble, you lose only to win.

Monday, September 7, 2015

Twins

The golden lock

Peace is not your whiskey
It is not either your sex
It is that one little key
For most challenges complex!

You have a way with those pretty words,
For them, you end up in petty wars,
No matter how mighty you think you are
You kill your selves like powerful cowards!

Pray you sit with your selves and think,
So your willies and lusts are over for good
Peace as it were, is waiting to unlock and blink,

Winsome words tarrying to charm, just as they should!

The silver key

Moonlight unlocks
Embraces trees, grasses
Brooks, waterfalls, fountains
Unabated, illogical romance
In the music and the dance
Intoxication and love-making
Spreads through the leaves
Smiles, and flirts with the breeze.

The troubled world overlooks, blocks
Eye for an eye, its words, proverbs
Live in the dark,
Its frozen ears don’t listen
Cold eyes hiss, don’t see
The warmth in the air kissing
The quiet so clear, unworried and free
Missing it is for long, the silver key.

The golden lock


Peace is not your whiskey
It is not either your sex
It is that one little key
For most challenges complex!

You have a way with those pretty words,
For them, you end up in petty wars,
No matter how mighty you think you are
You kill your selves like powerful cowards!

Pray you sit with your selves and think,
So your willies and lusts are over for good
Peace as it were, is waiting to unlock and blink,
Winsome words tarrying to charm, just as they should!

The silver key


Moonlight unlocks
Embraces trees, grasses
Brooks, waterfalls, fountains
Unabated, illogical romance
In the music and the dance
Intoxication and love-making
Spreads through the leaves
Smiles, and flirts with the breeze.

The troubled world overlooks, blocks
Eye for an eye, its words, proverbs
Live in the dark,
Its frozen ears don’t listen
Cold eyes hiss, don’t see
The warmth in the air kissing
The quiet so clear, unworried and free
Missing it is for long, the silver key.

Survivor



I am a survivor
in the ways I float and meander
life is what I marry and choose
I am not dying to win,
nor succumb do I if I lose.

I have no worth,
no shame saying that aloud
away from the wing of words –
a plastic arena that’s bold and proud,
beholds my wind as meek
lapidates it with every unwilling brick
a game that clouds the unsure and the weak.

love's alive in my trip – in my warm world,
it would forever garland my ring,
without feud, skirmish
while people will kill for people's sake
with anger, rage, revenge – I deem as far too fake,
borders, fences, minds will never cease to please
glooms in the brain, never to heave a sigh...
yet peace is just as much at ease,
never to perish
lost or won, with or without worth as it might be
me and my journey, relaxed and breezy
will live through the knot, forever bond and tie.