Saturday, April 30, 2011

The Pain of Ecstasy

A wave of rejoice has suddenly arisen
like a wave in the ocean which is
unaware of its source
moving towards an unfamiliar destination,
unbothered for its past
and for its future too
even for the direction it's heading to;

It doesn't depend on anybody to grow
neither it cares anybody to wait for,
because it's just a wave,
its nature is to Rise, Dance, Move
and at last to lose itself into its source again.
This cycle is inevitable..
A Law of Existence.

But this time it has got aberrant.
This time it's a wave of Love in my life,
It bore for someone, arose, danced
attained its peak of bliss
and then what?
The inevitable end?
Wait...
It's an exception.

It refuses to!
It's going Insane
and neglecting its end.
How can one evade its own nature?
It has to lose itself, and become the ocean again
But something is wrong with it.

It's clinging to its smaller identity
Of a wave, and not of an Ocean,
It's making the journey painful,
creating unnecessary trouble for itself,
creating an unheard pain of ecstasy.
It has to meet its end, willingly or not
because that's what it's meant to.
But it's got a mind to think,
thinking of staying unnaturally
in the state of ecstasy, be it foolishly or meaninglessly...
Poor wave... and foolish attempt.

... and I Love to Die

Beginning of Love marks
the beginning of bliss in life,
it's unforgettable You
who made it possible 'a journey to paradise',
An unheard timeless journey
An unseen movementless journey
An unbelievable blissful journey;

It all began with you
when Tsunami of love left me no rescue,
I recall today that fortunate day
when my days started becoming fortunate;

At a short distance only you were sitting before me
like a goddess of beauty has appeared before its devotee,
then depth of your eyes gave an exquisite surprise
you made it all paradise with 'Jai Gurudev' with smile;

Your candor smile ashamed the splendid sun
and I wondered in No time how sunset happened!
Your melodious words were extolling sermons of bible
with echo inside me stentorian and multiple;

You were unaware of your doings afterwards
preaching something else and effects Opposites,

You were talking about calmness in worldly chaos
but making my inside chaotic in a calm room there,
You were teaching that Smile is the essence of Life
but I was dying each time when you smiled,
You said that God & the world is unending
then why did my world restricted around you?
You told God inside is the source of all bliss
I wondered how my source itself happened to be outside me!
You preached that 'present moment is inevitable'
still I wished it to be escapable
or atleast I could make its end changeable...

I infect realized a strange experience
wanna live and die at the same moment,
also i find myself into an ocean
where I love to die each time I dive
a zero-gravity condition enables me to rise,
swiftly from lowest of my existence
ultimately to Paradise!
And I Love to Die!

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Quest of Learning a Universal Language: LOVE

I was unaware of the language

that this existence is finesse at,

A language, sans words,

listened and discerned only by heart,

Why was I oblivious of it, while

entire life-system has this rhetoric art;


When sun appears as a guest in the morning

Its meet inculcates a new joy in every being,

Its rays revitalize everything they touch

a morning ablution whole universe does,

clamoring and chirping of birds is how it’s welcomed,

Dews becoming pearls is how they get enlightened,

The guest and the host both are at cloud nine

An alien esoteric communication, now I recognize;


Clouds at the horizon are real philanderers

whisper their beloved earth

Make plan of the rain, and stay or

Entertain with its VIBGYOR intertwined,

Or just scud across the blues,

Now I can read these all naughty clues,


Refulgent moon looks exquisitely romantic

Titivates the night with its lovely cool-light

Titillates the nocturnal life with highest delight,

Its sneaking in the sky

Clandestine work-style

Could be captured by only a paramour’s eyes;


Love is the only universal language,

I want to learn it

With finesse

And get attuned with my own forgotten family, this world,

Celebrate its culture in its own ways

And get rid of this stultifying oblivion forever.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Yogi Vs Flower...

In the silence of midnight
taking solitude from the quotidian life for a while,
sitting on the grass with a flower beside,
clouds of thoughts, for the moment, have just settled
some baffling questions, never discussed, are revealed;

The flower's a creature so am I
it's the divine innocence with which we were born,
but, it's flowering with all that it has
contrary to me, as if, something with me is wrong;

I like its beauty, does it likes mine?
it blooms in its totality that I deprive,
its very presence is spreading joy
unlike my true self, which is hidden, and too shy;

Its rhythmic response to each wind
shows super-sensitivity with which it gets attuned,
while i'm so insensitive and rigid
like a sensory disorder renders someone ill-fortuned;

Its graceful dance in air extols the glory of excellence
fine maneuvering corresponds with the wind's blow,
my dance, unlike its, is the result of silly reasons
depends on the others, the situations or the seasons,
that's why they're so less occasional and superficial
far from being ecstatic, they're not even natural;

Its immaculate colour and redolent fragrance
depict the height of divine expressions
like razzmatazz, of God's itself, is at its perfection
while my originality is a long lost entity
buried under the conditionalities,
my 'self' is no longer visible there
in the dirt of social, religious and educational falsities;

This flower stands for simplistic purity
while I represent a bitter conflict
between artificiality and originality,
how can I flower under such torment tension
enervated spirit's not likely to blossom.

Friday, October 29, 2010

Tryst With An Omen..

A new flower has bloomed, tell her
she won't understand, as she never did, but tell her
a new flower has bloomed;

A miracle your love's done
I can now talk to this new-born,
tell her
what a miracle you've done!

The same impeccable beauty again captivates
as long lost experience's re-alived today
tell her
your love's manifesting in an unfamiliar way;

Its newness and freshness
recklessness and vividness
tell her
wonders me of an ordinary flower's versatility
and similarity with you in its divinity!

Its fragrance's sharing its presence with surroundings
energize the ambiance with silent communication,
these are invisible ties
beyond people's eyes,
tell her
such esoteric ways are now my forte, all by your virtue;

Every form of beauty that existence's evolving
seems the expansion of love i'm experiencing,
tell her
what an eternal expansion you've blessed me with!

Its cherubic selfless expression reminds me of you
melt me in gratitude for such a divine value,
tell her
this new flower's a harbinger of a new destiny
whose journey's of love and destination's eternity!

Friday, July 23, 2010

Life Happens at This Moment Only...

Ah! this exquisite moment,
pure and fresh
virgin and innocent,
no sign of what has just happened
neither any clue of the next event,
complete in its own and total
ephemeral still so eternal,
a change each second yet very silent;

I move with it
witnessing all its manoeuvrings
all the naughtiness
and the haughtiness
its journey as short period continuing
and smoothly and mysteriously melting into the next
an impeccable eternal movement it is maintaining;

It is empty with no relic of the past,
it is pregnant with mysteries of the future,
invisible still so perceptible
incorporeal with impacts so tangible,
its notorious ways make it a maverick
while its Non-stop attitude make it so strict,
Still so compassionate as it accepts me
in its each change in each moment,
no expectation and no blame
it offers me its total glory and fame;;

I want to live with it
and move with it
in its totality and mystery
danger and uncertainty,
its each moment consists of whole life
then who am I to foolishly defy,
I wanna enjoy in its ephemeral character
a renaissance each time followed by a death encounter.