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Wonder I of

the shallow words and churning of thoughts

satisfied with simple pleasures

ne’er touched by façade of life’s learning

miles away from the biggest ocean…

ne’er drenched or even wet

the wisdom drops, slip over the surface

oiled with comforts and petty measures…

one dimensional image of the trivial mind

remains submerged in trifling delectations…

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Who knows thou! sings the baul

his fingers struck the single chord

the solo of duality , he hums

in remnants of the grief stricken

some old souls, few shattered and broken

Oh ! does it require to be a tatterdemalion

or a ramshackle old pier

to whisper the tunes of eternal weather

while plays the

impulse of seeking the invisible

or knowing Him through

the world visible…

The rampant hunger and

lingering thirst arrives wherefrom

in the arteries of singing legends

is it necessary to be in a deplorable condition

to call and cry for

the cosmic creator!

why forgets the mind of many

bask who in sun of pleasure…

its going to be dark soon

whence shall it find the light for right direction?

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through the lanes and down  the streets

where once stepped thy feet,

I find myself on faltering knees,

behold! the dust just flew

thou!disappearing

in the gushing wind…

 

the painted vase still vibrates

from the touch of thine fingers,

handicrafts and carpet

exhume thy scent …

the aromatic fragrances mingle…

near the jeweler, who sold antiques

I see thy bracelet silver,

studded with blue sapphires

carved with my name clear…

 

the moon shines overhead

directionless I return,

through the sands of time

lookin’ for another clue in the desert.

 

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shook the canopy of firm beliefs
law of impermanence wins
I rush aside to pinch,
O! Thee !
 Is this the truth or
a  destiny fragile!!! 
what is perpetual,ceaseless
 besides the sun,moon and innumerable stars
rivers floweth, and clouds walk
over the destined path…
nature invariably incarnates
transforms and regains
tis only the human,
which neither forever remains
nor lives as in the body of flesh
without being stale…

the essence of creation,
the fragrance of flower
the blueness of heaven
the serene flow of river
the smile of a baby
the soul of a human
ne’er die
contrary to the law of impermanence
of the Universe!
then how shall , me and Thee !
leave indelible marks
tie ourselves with the ne’er opening knot…
Wait!
Tis ! the divine that binds us,
Tis the force cosmic that fastens us in
bonds of  ancient births
kindling the flame twin, in souls
enlightening the darkened eleventh door,
Tis the ethereal cosmos,
life obeys the law of the Absolute one
in every age by his norms!

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O! Charioteer!
the rein of my five senses ,
is in your hands,
steer the chariot
to march across the storm
… flung open are the ten doors
guide through which way
I let my soul escape!

 

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Plough thy field ,
O! restless mind,
barren is thy land
make it fertile…
rake up the soil
undug the earth
freshen thy surface for the sow…
spread the seeds of the enchanting name
Whose utterance will lift your veil
O! ignorant mind,
cultivate thy land
let the virtuous arrive
till then thy senses,
recite the song
of the majestic creator,
The Supreme one
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Gaped the tired restless eyes through eternity
piercing the silent whispers of the starry sky
hearing the conversation between the radiant moon and its love
throughout the emptiness,dwelt the heart in the ether of sky…

Reminiscences like fumes of incense
filled the air with scented memories
blooms of night jasmine smiled
at the solitude ,being alone and clear…

listening to the chords of inner voice
with the quiet atmosphere
resounded the night
directions of life to be taken…
Thence I find a path obscure
reaches which to the gorgeous moon in heaven
neither commonly traversed nor taken …

decides the mind, in accordance with the inner realm
The route of self-realization
which commands
real courage and valor,
to stand firm on every avenue
until the goal is achieved with perfection…

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“me” the universe rotates around,
swirled “I” in the prism of creation
dissolves the outward character
like a particle of salt
I be a part ,now of the supreme ocean…
One drop ,is what I become of the
gigantic waters…
What for then”I” cried and wailed
When tis the drop ,what I become!

Rather promiscuous in the flowing waves
“I” the wanton , merge
in the flaps of that motion
carries which to the soul of bliss,
in form of a dancing dervish!!!

spins my legacy,
my originating designate
in atoms of the Supreme

I” assimilate ….

 

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Where wander thy!
The lost prince   of the unbloomed
heart,
deserted who my kingdom,to travel far
awaits the lotus within to blossom
with thy magic wand!

Whose call ,makes the universe rotate
Winds changeth directions
Fish forget to swim and sink in deep
When thy flute resonates.

Soul dances in ecstasy
mind loses its knowledge
Wisdom lights the wick in the mortal
devotion fragrances …

Whose name consecrates the simple beings
His Grace , makes one soar high without wings
Blissful is the momentous moment
When returns to my dwelling,thy majestic prince .


She fights her battle like a valiant warrior

sporting a new robe of courage .

guarding off herself with a rapier glazed

slashes the nonsense and babble

shedding the dead old skin .

yet unlike the rest, she dares forth

determined,

in her combat with the vagaries

of social metaphor.

 

Her weapon is the most powerful,

,the five and half inch pen

killing millions with a single severe blow

of words…

while

reviving hundreds from the dead chores…

A new hope rises from the ashes of oblivion

A neoteric incarnation of a woman

in the dominion of chauvinists…

 

spoke she with humility

pulling the truth that laid beneath the mattress

she shakes the conscience of the slumber,

to lift the losing values of human coherence…

Births a new age,

When a woman is

armed with intelligence

fortified by mental strength

ready to shoulder the task

in a nations’ progress.

 

 

 

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