Goodbye 2009!

path of truth

Be yourself, when you have full faith

that you are moving in the right path..

Search your own soul, not eyes of ohers,

and when that search is over,  walk steady.

 

Your soul will burn with fire and light of truth

to show you the way, to save your soul

Weak wings of lies will not be able to hide

that beautiful fire of truth, though it will try.

 

Multiple wings of envy, lie and hatred

will surround you only to perish.

While you will walk softly, steadily

toward your own true destination.

 

Path of truth is never easy, its tough

for you walk unique, untrodden path.

Better keep your fire and light alive

because you will need your own light.

 

There will be times when you will feel

whole creation is turning against you…

But that will turn out to be noise of wings

while they cover the sun and roar around.

 

Just keep your light shining and walk tall

for soon they will vanish and you will see

that the world is still around you as it was

it was hidden from you only for a while...

Little bird

Feeling a little tired at the way the world works

sometimes it just steals the wind under our wings

thinking about all the suspicions we face

when we try to help someone out of compassion.

 

Was sitting beside the window,  gazing out at trees

The green leaves, blue sky, scattered white clouds.

A little bird flew out of nowhere and softly alighted,

gently, tenderly it started a song as if too soothe me.

 

Little bird singing oh so sweet from the branch

Filling up my very being with your divine strain

What are you trying to tell us by spreading

That pure, divine melody free of any cost?

 

The purest and most precious things are free?

So when we come across beautiful souls

Brimming with love, tenderness and affection

never waste the bliss by searching hidden cost.

 

In God’s kingdom the most costly things are free

Air, water, food, light, God’s love.. none bears a price

So is the love which we cherish for each other

So just let it be and lets be love, compassion and grace.

White stallion

Soft blue moonshine pouring down

from distant dazzling moon

in the deep blue night ocean

adorned with white garlands of foam.

 

A mesmerized soul was sitting

under a tree simply staring at you

your waves coming and going

with a wonderful music in them.

 

it appeared as if a dream woke up

or the  foams have risen up from sea

taking  the form of a white stallion

gracefully galloping on the beach.

 

It galloped away gracefully

I could not even confirm myself

if I was dreaming..if it was a magic

or a sea nymph came up to the beach.

 

Misty mountains

A soft milky white veil is spread

from one end of the valley to the other

dark mountains are gathered around it

as if bridesmaids of a bride to be.

 

Walking toward the altar, her veil sailing

behind her, gracefull and full of purity

mountains waiting to catch it

if it flies too wildly in the wind

 

While the bride walks toward her groom

the morning sun in eastern sky…

Who will come down to kiss his bride

and confirm his vow of being together.

 

His glowing love will make her blush

redness spreading all over her face.

And her bridal veil will slowly sway

In the soft morning air and disappear.

flying together

I saw you flying together in the golden sky

I did not tried to count your numbers

for I noted you were too many together

but flying in peace, harmony and union.

 

I pondered for a while when I have seen

so many human beings heading together

in one direction so much peacefully

and discovered that’s a rare phenomenon.

 

You sailed in the golden blue heaven

rising sun’s golden rays illuminating

your graceful snowy white wings

giving them a hue of crimson gold.

 

You looked like a fleet of sailed boats

gliding gracefully in the ocean blue

your sails glowing with golden fire

as the rising sun greets your being.

tree

Standing with dignity and grace

his roots deep in earth

his limbs spread all around

his proud head touching the sky.

 

His spirit flies with the storm wind

His body stays firmly in ground though

His soul soaks the sun’s golden rays

His limbs spread all around him.

 

Full of sweetest fruits, dazzling flowers

nurturing, sheltering every one around.

His body dances with clouds in ecstassy

and his soul stands firmly in the ground.

 

He teaches us so much if we learn

To be complete one needs dreams and sense

To hold love one has to spread his arms.

To bear fruit one has to go deep within oneself.

Every one belongs

can one colour create a rainbow?

or a pallette or painting? I think not.

Can a single ray of light light up world

again I fear it just can not.

 

Together the colours deck up the world

together the tunes make a symphony

together the rays create sunshine

alone they are easily lost, misplaced.

 

Even love needs two hearts to live

Faith needs two souls to reside..

One is a lonely number in this world,

every one belongs to someone.

 

That someone may be just a friend

or a whole bunch of friends and kins.

But there has to be other souls with him,

no one soul can shine on its own alone.

He shines with and in the love of all.

Celebration of love

A butterfly soaring upon flowers

touching and kissing each one

softly sharing her gentle love

before flying away to next one.

 

A white flower was hoping she will

come to him and talk for a while

but she flew away elsewhere

before he could call her out.

 

The flower sadly watched around

and observed his dazzling friends,

sadly he realized he had no hope

to win any one’s affection or love.

 

Gently the night fell, moon came up

her soft beams came down there

her beams surrounded the sad being

and made him dazzle like a pearl.

 

Softly they whispered to him with love

“we all have someone who loves us

just look around you dearest one

can you see your dazzling friends?

 

They meant the world to the butterflies

so they kissed them one and all

you mean the world to all of us

that is why you are celebrated by us”.

Merry Christmas!

Gentle Mary Laid her Child

Lowly in a manger;

There He lay, the undefiled,

To the world a stranger.

Such a Babe in such a place.

Can he be the saviour?

Ask the saved of all the race

Who have found His favour.

 

Angels sang about His birth,

Wise men sought and found Him;

Heaven’s star shone brightly forth

Glory all around Him.

Shepherds saw the wondrous sight,

Heard the angels singing;

All the plains were lit that night,

All the hills were ringing.

 

Gentle Mary laid her Child

Lowly  in a manger;

He is still the undefiled,

But no more a stranger.

Son of God of humble birth,

Beautiful the story;

Praise His Name in all the earth,

Hail! The King of Glory!

A lake and a mountain

When I first saw you two I thought I was dreaming

peacefully standing in the middle of the lake

surrounded by a small patch of velvety, green grass

your heads touching the blue sky, white clouds.

 

I stood there and my eyes wandered beyond you

across those snow capped mountains, guarding you

blue water of lake reflecting the blue sky, singing to you.

I realized deep inside, why this earth is called heaven..

 

Gentle breeze softly caressing your green leaves

crystal clear water singing sweetly to you

sun rays and moon beams coming down to kiss you

how magnificient is your entire being my friends.

 

When night is deep, no soul around to see

do the fairies come down and sit on your branches

to watch the lake glitter in silent moon light

they sing and dance around you and fly away in morning.

illuminated

Slender trees standing side by side

elegantly lined beside the sleeping river

small boats sailing here and there

morning breeze softly caressing all.

 

Gently kissing the boats to make them stir

playing with the leaves and branches of trees.

softly nudging the lazy river to wake her up

silent river breaks into giggles of crystal ripple.

 

Suddenly the eastern sky was set on fire

as if a ball of fire leaped up from the horizon

the river, the boats and the leaves

all became aflame with a golden fire.

 

Small flames were leaping from the treetops

tiny sparks bursting from the river

slowly the sun rolled a little higher, little further

everything went back to its old self.

 

 

Deep blue sky

Deep blue sky, deeper than the bluest eye

lazily lying on the grass I stare into thee

I feel as if I am swimming inside you

your endless depth surrounding me.

 

I spread my white wings and fly

deeper and deeper in you

white clouds brushing by me

softly caressing my wings with love.

 

Sometimes I see deep lakes under me

or tall pine trees clustered together

surrounding the crystal clear lake

admiring their own shadow in it.

 

Then my soul returns to earth from sky

I discover myself lying on the grass

soaked in fragrance of wilderness

gazing blissfully in your endless depth.

Waves of life

Hate is easy, love is tough

breaking a heart is child’s play

mending a heart is God’s deed

it takes a lot to follow truth, love.

 

Lie is easy, truth is tough

Going reckless is always easier

than practicing self restraint

life’s fun is in doing tough things.

 

Love the challenges more

than the easy path to walk

love to climb the mountains,

than walking on easy paths.

 

Challenges are like waves

that we have to face

when we are boating in ocean

they are the real fun, the spice.

 

Who wants a life as cool as lake

with only tiny ripples and breeze?

its fun to live life, facing all the hurdles

that come by pursuing love and truth.

So tough to hate

Its really so tough for me to hate them,

tiny buds nipped away from stem

when they were not even properly born

snatched away to the land of hatred.

 

There the hymns of hatred are chanted

day in and day out to their ears

their souls are corrupted from the core

reaping all profits from their innocence.

 

They walk out of that living mortuary

carrying weapons of massive destruction

to kill and destroy and get killed…

Their teacher’s one and only instruction.

 

Being brought up by messengers of hatred

all they carry and know is bitter hatred

hatred for all, even their own blood

in their veins blood is replaced by hatred.

 

These brainwashed beings suddenly realize

they are surrounded by the same hatred

with which they were supposed to be destroying

innocent lives, their dreams and hopes.

 

The people who ignored their plight

while their life was being twisted to hell

stirred up when their life was threatened

woke up with the rage and fury of hell.

Land of dreams

As the night moves on

darker the shadows become

creations start to spill in

is it the magic of moon?

 

Or some mystery works in dark

the region between dream n real

where dream come forward

and try to woo harsh reality.

 

The soft enchanting magic of dreams

try to overpower witty brain

try to lure him to the land of fairies

where mermaids bask in ocean beach.

 

Where white stallions run wild

where dream fairies come down

from the sky to say goodnight

and brain surrenders to dreams..

Tears of fire

last night I had a strange dream

I woke up hearing someone sob

I went out to search it out

located it to the temple nearby.

 

Curious I got inside the divine abode

to my shock I realized

the deity was crying inconsolably

tears of fire streaming down her cheek.

 

Everywhere that tear dropped

a small flame of fire shot up

surprised I knelt down before her

and begged her for the reason.

 

Gently she spoke, in a voice sweet

“My child, I cry for thee all…

My tears fall when you hate each other.

When those who are supposed to save, kill.”

 

I saw in the temple wall, reflections of torment.

A king torturing his subjects, a priest cheating.

A mother hitting her child heartlessly..and more.

Softly she said, “This goes on and on and I cry…”

canvas

Your life is your own canvas

your very own piece of paper

the colors may be handed out

but you can always select other.

 

Its you who finally paints it..

if you don’t let the brush

slip away from your hands,

you can give it a lovely form.

 

If the starting is not right

don’t fret over some wrong lines

give them a shape or cover them,

those dark lines with happy colours.

 

If life hands you shades of gray

borrow some colours from your heart

to  make the picture a perfect splendour

every life has shades of gray in its share.

In the woods

Alone in the woods, taking a stroll

surrounded by tall, majestic trees

touching, kissing the blue sky

sometimes peeping through green.

 

The ground covered by green grass,

air covered in veil of milky mist

I being the only living soul

even the birds preferred not chirping.

 

In that mysterious hushed silence

my heart was beating fast

my senses were filled up with mist

and fragrance of green trees.

 

Will I encounter a fairy somewhere

she too taking her stroll in the woods

will she be furious or just fly away?

leaving me behind mesmerized..

Fallen star

Another idol falls

Proving the truth

He is only human

Not an angel or saint.

 

They gather all around him

To mock, taunt and jeer

Hyenas and vultures

Waiting for his end to come.

 

Forgetting in their arrogance

Human beings stumble

And to stumble one has to walk

Those who do nothing, never fail.

 

The idol will rise up again

Walk tall and in firm steps

All he will have to do is

Brush off the dust from his dress.

The robe

Who dons the robe of God these days?
tormented souls or fortune hunters?
or both of them stay side by side
like butchers keep their animals?

One seeking peace and sweet words
ready to give any thing for them
the other seeking that “any thing”
whatever it is suits them fine.

For a third person its very confusing
one who truly seeks God in robe
to distinguish between these two
for they often reflect each other.

This is why the sages have said I guess
To seek one’s salvation within oneself
No need to wear robe or become a monk
search God within you not in outer world.

Ocean of fire

Deep blue ocean with touch of emerald green
Stretching to horizon kissing the mist
Surrounded by ice-capped mountains on one side
On the other it is wooded lands
Trees touching the skies and swaying in ocean wind.

The rays of sun have set the ocean on cold fire
Sparkling, burning, orange rays running like waves
As if fire is rippling from the soul of the ocean
Forming waves after wave, rushing to the shore
A beauty surpassing human words witnessed by only sky.

Bridge to moon

The bus was winding its way
Slowly in the mountain road
Silver moon was shining
In its full glory in sky.

Half asleep beside the window
I was gazing out dreamily
At the silhouettes of passing trees
Bushes, small hillocks swishing by.

Then I saw the bridge
The bus too slowed a bit
It started from our end
Stretched to clouds and mist.

A quiet, serene river was stretched
Deep down below in the valley
Spread like a serene silver sheet
Illuminated softly in soft moon light.

The bridge lost its way in clouds
Was it made by human hands?
Or the fairies have laid it down
To come down to the mountain tops?

a fair warning

When i first saw men in black II i was particularly amused by one scene, in that scene a giant alien was gnawing on the end part of a metro train, poor will smith first told the commuters to immediately rush to the engine, they of course ignored him, none even asked him from where has he appeared all of a sudden....

he was taking a free ride on the head of that alien, who sent him crashing through the back door of the metro.

then the commuters saw the alien and went all crazy, every body running for their life. i still remember with a grin the sarcasm which was dripping from Will Smith's face when he saw them running.

In my long run of blogging i have met some people who dont mind stealing other people's works on net, or harassing others. i have been harassed to no end by a gang of trolls for more than two years, WORST PART IS THEY USE MY BLOG NAMES, AFTER SLIGHTLY MODIFYING THEM OR OPENING THE SAME BLOGS UNDER OTHER WEBSITES. That is why i always keep my friends informed about the blog sites i am using/not using. I hope my friends are not like the commuters of that train.

i dont want them to be fooled by any troll or favour seeker using my name. i recently even deleted a remote desktop connection file from my computer, and my brother said these files are mainly used by favour seeking spammers... "please help me in transferring millions of dollars my husband left in a foreign bank before dying :)"

so... WHEN I SAY SOMETHING .... BETTER KEEP THAT IN MIND. There is one thing i can certainly vow about, I WILL NEVER ASK ANY ONE ANY KIND OF FAVOURS, IF SOME ONE ASKS YOU SOME FAVOUR THAT WILL NOT BE ME. :)

Crystal cascade

sitting on the rock, gazing silently
the rushing water of hilly, wild river
tumbling down in crystal cascade
dancing, singing on cruel rocks.

She looked like a beautiful girl
Dancing her way down a hill
Gently stepping on rocks
Singing a soft, sweet song.

Sometimes she looked like
crystal cherubs running
down the body of the hill
tumbling all over each other.

Then sometimes she appeared
a lonely maiden, singing alone
walking down the hill to her love
knowing soon she will meet him.

Let him be

Let him be
You were not there
When he was toiling
Inching his way to top.

his tired legs dragging
his tired body and mind
Toward his golden gate
You were then sleeping in bed.

Then he reached the gate
Throne was laid out for him
The crown adorned his forehead
You were standing in crowd.

Heart full of jealousy
But your hands clapped.
Then he stumbled and fell
Landed far below you.

You did not helped him up
You laughed and taunted
Prayed in your heart
That he never gets out.

Let him be, you should
For you were not there
To build his throne
You shant dig his grave.