Love as many think is not just an emotion, but a rail that guides our thought and emotion from the barrenness of exclusion to the harvest of inclusive existence. Love is not just a bond but a balloon that buoys you to the borders of boundlessness
Time: The stars are the same, twinkling in the dark sky, the cold breeze threatening to get colder as it is at this time around. the crickets chirp just the same. But all claim it is a new year though. All hoping for something to go bang. but time rolls on quiet and relentless crushing life, under its weightless wheel. An effective mill with ruthless will
Life: In the beat of heart, In the gentle passage of a breath. In the pulsation of blood. Does life happen & so does Death. A fleeting moment embodies the dynamism of creation & stillness of its source
Of Life: Does time hang around you like the mill stone upon your neck or does it roll effortlessly or is it flywheel that drives all that you are. These are all statements not of time, but Life
A conch shell has risen from the ocean, Will you heed my call to awaken? If for convenience you choose not to be shaken, Oceans will rise and you shall be forsaken
The world shall always remain indebted to poetry for being the vehicle of the most profound of human experiences & emotions which never could find expression in prose
Nothing - A force that destroys your person & all the attendant concerns, to render you to be Blameless, Sinless, HomelessExpand ⇕
New edition of leaves and the fallen clouds that envelop freshly minted leaves has become a process so beautiful, that it makes Human Hearts go into a Spring Burst of love and longing for the source of all this
Parched earth receives like a lost lover. Ah, Monsoon, never too soon. What a boonExpand ⇕
My mind naturally found succor in poetry. As a child and a youth, the unstructured, untrained nature of my mind could never find a logical, proper, prose kind of expression. That is why poetry became such a great part of my life.
[Regality] That which comes out of deceit, treachery and spilling of blood - is this regality or vulgarity? All that is left is an arrangement of stones, If you must move stones, let there be love and devotion. This pathetic toil for glory would become an abode of the divine.
Saw a flower, thought it was giving, On a closer look realized it is only living, Giving an idea sprouted in the minds, Of those succumbed to cerebral complex
Autumn: A break from life but not in death, A break from life to spring back, to renewed life of leaf, flowers & fruitExpand ⇕
How much prejudice towards the very womb that bears us. Though there are claims of men being born without a father, There is no instance of a birth without a Mother. No society can Exist or Flourish without Empowering the Feminine
O' Shambho what to say of the power of Ignorance. A wisp of life called Man who lingers in your lap, lives and dies by a puff of Breath, Says you are just stone, If you are stone what is man