in the detached loop

A blank page

Like the blue sky,

Open

To be written.

I choose words, as birds,

those in it would fly...

exclusive, unrivalled

the good and the beautiful

to the ear and the eye

for the clever and the cool.

I don’t withal sense

how in your blue

light and dense

you let all

receive your hue...

and yet again,

when you fall as the sea

your solitary image

becomes your order and your plea.

My words choose

to drop on the page.

Goodbye to wars

Just a while ago, we took our long awaited leap

Awake, aware we’re now living our dream

Wars are destroyed from the minds

No aftermaths, no outcries

Arms and weapons are resting in peace

In the museums and lexicons, o what a bliss

Unarmed people do not die on unaware streets like rats any more

Arms wide open; they stretch for the needy and the poor

Growth abounds, lives flourish

Hungry children are nurtured and nourished

Gone are the reasons for those worried wars

For those who shine in the sky like our scars

Changed has the challenged world.

Peace and love are now not just words

Radiating friendship beyond borders and boundaries

Free are they from the confines of dictionaries

Love and peace are shared for sure and for good

We have wealth and abundance of food.

On the stage, beyond masks, with life and nature

Differences are now playing a connected overture

On the same tolerant land, under the same forgiving sky

We bid adieu to wars, we say a final goodbye

The poem is in the reversible style; it can also be enjoyed by reading from the last line to the first. Once by following and respecting the law of gravity (laws of the land!) and once by moving your way upward, as though you are taking a leap. Enjoy!

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

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

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

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.

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!