Thursday, May 30, 2013

Evolution

Places which I inhabit
Are infected by my Self
The Mind that is evolving
At freedom pace,
Is often inhibited by
The limited bodied Self.
These imprints will 
in time dissolve
My fingers need to be 
the fingers of Man.
And my heart to 
breathe for humanity.
The stream has 
often receded
The land has always 
embraced the bank.
We all shall wait 
for the flood
Where the sleeping land 
embraces the stream
And all the banks are 
flooded- drowned.

~ A



Monday, May 20, 2013

A Traveller Through Time and Space (Written in the Bliss of Creation)


a traveller through time and space
............ a unique soul
stooped over in surprise and happiness
.....  to catch a moment of our love
... through its participation
.........  we say - Our creation ?

a traveller through time and space
............ a unique soul
is knocking at athe door
.......... to be a part of our love
and honest attention
........................ forever

so let us strengthen our bonds
and dip our love in graceful manners
uniting together though distant apart
and pave the way for this traveller
...... who by the very presence
.....  has proclaimed
to theis world .....
that we LOVE.

~A


Search


The search begins
to trace the
face that
bursts into smiles
when next to me.

The search begins....
to find the
one who
to me belongs,
forever/ always.

The search begins...
within the mind
to review
the dreams
you sang aloud.

The search begins...
within myself
for the force
to carry me
to meet her on
another day.

The search remains
when you are near...

Perplexed am I.

~A



Sunday, May 19, 2013

Life of a Kiss

Reminiscent of Human Memory
A Joy untold....
Messenger of an emotion
That flowers in a fragrant union
.. and dismisses the Human boundary
The explosion of a thought
into an expression to the final occurrence - a union.
It lasts for a moment 
and holds together the human nature
The breath longs for connection and 
Unchained fears explode to joy
to a rightful claim.
The life of a kiss is just a message
The TRUTH that anoints
a UNITY that Sustains.

~ A.

............... the day the wise man spoke................


The need not felt, expresses itself,
In measures which are forbidden, low.
The love for life had cast its spell,
And deep within the dewy dell,
I brewed dreams forbidden though,
To living shapes and mortals low....  (INCIDENT)
                                      
The life that grew as a tumultuous brook,
In mountain folds and treasured grooves
With prized appearance, lovely sure,
Is bathed in gore from human strife,
and frozen cold and seeks for self,
the hallowed wealth, of human pleasures black and grey..... (YOU)

I cared too much for little things,
And hence was bent with all my strength, for
The gashes sealed and long back healed
with passions from a human shape
erupted now, and pained me to my very core.
And well against the lessons learned, was seeking for a human touch.... (ME)

Unlearning is the law of life
and knowing the wide man’s destiny
The heart is but a touchy thing
Seek for self the inner wealth, not
Treaties from a love secure,
And live by mind that yearns for more, knowing not man’s night and day ...(ADVICE
                                                                                                            FROM THE WISE MAN)

The path today, as ever before
Will make man run till evermore,
As fate – Without has witfully stored.
But life would be a generous fit,
And joys will reel, as never before,
With cravings less and learning more....... (PHILOSOPHY)

The pain that grew and pierced me through,
Though silenced then, (as lions within a golden den)
Awaits for the moment to surge and seek a broken shape
Life has less seeking now,
That seas and winds are forever friends,
For man within his folds does hold, tyrannies from an uncouth mind .... (EXPRESSION)

~A
Sept 1996





Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Affirmation- Healing Prayer for a tired Soul


This healing prayer was constructed carefully for the young who find it difficult to embark on their journey through Life. 

Reconstructing the HEART with chords of FAITH
Reverberating the MIND with dauntless COURAGE
Reconstructing EMOTIONS with opportunities through LIMITATIONS
and
Blessings to REAP the harvest with the Eyes of TRUTH.

~ A.


Monday, May 6, 2013

True Life


Born to an un-tried Life
With Truth-less flakes of Love
adorned in flesh - Perishing
a shape confirmed as I.
Blooming to the disguised Being
With a nascent touch aglow
Me to a power confirmed
Nature's fastened freshness for sure.

Un-Truth disowned me
- an unworthy son to a worthless father
I yelled and cried on my way
to Truth's Orphanage
Here choices are few
and food enough - only to quench the flaming pangs
But am told the soul survives
It carries its thirst to a Pathless Land.
~ A


Sunday, May 5, 2013

This Anger

This anger, hatred and hurt
that my presence evokes in your heart
IS NOT ETERNAL
It's a limited emotion
to give me my lessons from a PAST
to which WE BELONG and 
lead us to a future,
morphising our PRESENT to a PAST.

This anger, hatred and hurt
is not a negative emotion
And we claim we  belong
 IN UNITY
Togetherness BINDS us, beings, for a PURPOSE.
and its most UNKIND
WHEN A BEING  IN ITS  JOURNEY SOJOURN
denies manna.

This anger, hatred and hurt
are constrained to BE
but not beyond the brink of life.
Its not ETERNAL
Its our LIMITATION.
Please forgive ME and YOURSELF
As it shall METAPHORISE in a blessing
As TIME HEALS and reveals HIS plan.

~ A








Promise of Every Soldier of the WHITE ARMY

In every birth....

Always in an open field

Below the shining SUN,

On a land caressed by a fragrant breeze,

Aware of a SELF, willing to sacrifice itself

On contention and a point of war -

-a  conflict of FAITH - TRUTH

Will I loose my Life.

The roar of my SOUL can be heard

by the being in which it resides.

Amen!

~A.




To My Hurt Wife

To
My Hurt Wife
It may not always happen the way it happened always
I may not always be what you have known me to be
Life may not always bring us back to the hills where we have met
With loads of love on pony backs and dreams to our feet.

But still where ever life shall take us
I shall always remember the warmth of your love
The great afternoons we have shared
The robes and the roses.

For our journey I am packing 
tonnes and tonnes of love
My balance living years longing and
a dream that could come true.

If you ever need
By dearth of adventure or
Just for the good old days sake
Remember ME.

Lots of Love 
Anand
 ~ A.




Home

Glimmer in your bright lit eyes and an enslaving smile
My little girls laughter and their cheerful leap into my arms
Their struggle to come closer and a fight for my laps share
Your warm, resistant and shy embrace.... always pushing me away
My little home tugged in the worlds corner best
The flappy gold fish's smacking lips and the chirping of my free birds
Some flowers born, some un-flourished and some bloomed
The world's best home-made food and your love potions
Make me - an object in time and space - a human, a man, a son and a father....
Looking forward to be with you - I.

A.

A Dialogue with my Fate

Below the culvert of Two heavens,
A little being Your son - I
Crowding around me a MYSTERY,
YOU- a loving Father.

Less to reason and more to YOUR PATH
I resist with my little MIND,
The mystery called YOU,
With all the might of I.

In within this shrouding mystery,
Much of my I sleeps and dreams
And through this, more than YOU
Evolves.

Have mercy O Father
Have mercy O Father
My loss, My burden
are all too much to take.

My heart awaits on the Rack
To be sentenced.
There is grief there is fear, there is dejection,
In this silence called I.

O heavens, let the MYSTERY loose,
Let the animals off their leashes,
For me to brave the circus
To tame or to perish.

In the waiting I.

~ A.




Shore of Truth

Is this world seemingly silent after a storm?
Is the empty shore so languid and bare?
Is not the fumbling measure of life
shaking and in a dream sleep
within the shadows of an unspent edge of a rock?
Who is there in the scorching sun to live?
Who in the shadows breathes respite?
There are no moving shapes punctuating the crashing waves
The living sounds all lost in a gurgling?
Yet from the sky unknown limitless unseasoned blue
Is a sedge of cranes.
They never stopped, they never will, 
but next year same time they will cross again.
I wonder if they ever looked how
Bare is the shore of Truth.

A. 
~ 4.3.13



to my Master

O Master
not that i have not tried,
but your disciple - I,
so stricken in love for what is
caresses every thorn that pricks the tender feet,
as a part of itself, and stoops on every pebble
that claims to block my way... a pretentious emotion.

O Master
i am so torn in dialogues of dreams
that the journey that was to begin upon a way foretold
ends with a search for steps back to the road
from which i in the morning began,
and lost myself in the wayside forest
being, dreaming, musing but never disobeying.

O Master
the sun never sets upon my land
the breeze is never felt
its a day within the night often moonlight in the shade of a tree
the stillness of nature within the motion of a storm,
and a droplets singular journey's story told, within a crashing wave;
the elements all exist within my being with enough love to share.

O Master
the principles that i seek to preach
live and breathe within The Design
of every stir of a leaf and stillness of every rock
of every social error of human action as in thy spiritual regime
where breath, movement and existence itself is a principle
and are best lived pondering in loneliness.

O Master
the heaven that i always seek
appears behind every corner, every tree and
vanishes as it occurs, it guides, but is never caught- comprehended
my blessing is to live a life where my concious participation
is a meditative solitude and every happening explained-unexplained
the elixir of life.

...  but someday I shall join the band o master
upon the un-tread land.
with a crowd that appreciates the notes and music of Earth
and with ones who have its breeze, its wind its sun as Scriptures
and live their fate  in a stillness of a speech from a priest ordained
they are discovering-composing O lord!, the music in Thy Lyre
and someday We shall sing.

A.

Dream Unchained


.... and little whirlpools
around tender feet
formed in the shallows
of a woody spring,
small fishes and shells
in the playful shallows
reflecting light skimming
on the surface
posing a shine
and trees arming
the rustic breeze
with a freedom
fragrant echoing chirps
unsettled around the
setting sun
shapes of clouds
changing as we gaze
and new stories
emerging from our
hearts resting on eyes
for a vision outside
to a sight within.
Together yet alone
and the time past
glimmering
through poetry
Often clinging together
in the pages
within jumbled verses
and meanings emerge
as an experience
of life so kind
to a day that is past
in a village
on the rocks
by the stream
a setting sun
to skim through
the night with
a dream unchained
I.

~A





All is Smoke


THE SMOKY MIST OF A CAPRICIOUS SPRING,
& SWEATY PUFFS IN A NIGHT OF CAROUSING.

THE SMOULDERING SOUL OF POET IN BEAU MONDE,
& LETTERS BURNED ON AN ANNIVERSARY OF LOSS.

THE PLAYFUL PYRE OF A WELL MEANING LIFE,
& HOPES FROM A WORLD DISCARNATE.

THE DUSTY STOMPING STRIDE OF A FOAL
& WHIFFS FROM A BOILING CAULDRON

THE DESCENDING CLOUDS KISSING THE MOUNTAIN HIGH
& SILENCE OF A SEER IN AN INSENCE LOST

A SIGH, A TOAST, DREAMY TEARS,
BIRTH DEATH, EFFORT, LOSS-REWARD
& A BALLAD FROM THE FAR WEST
ALL IS SMOKE,
.......BUT FOR A DISCERNING EYE.