I am that

I am that, my mind, one beyond words
yet can be touched by words deep.
I am that, o mind, yonder craving senses
but can be sought by the same ,unsleep.

I can't be expressed still I try to write
I can't be felt yet I cry at night,
till I see the pure light with ears
and hear Aum with infinite tongues.

A black dot

Oh dear dot ! What can you be?
A maverick mark on wall else white
or a mole on a freedom seeking kite?
What will you see in this life?

Maybe deck atop a line unbent
and make it the greatest letter on earth
Else adorn the mistress delicate brow,
and let men sing songs as they grow.

Go forth my dear, into ravens as a pebble
befriending gusty winds and chilling rains.
Settle, o comrade, in this mansion large
part of a portrait, unseen, with a heavy price.

Hark! World is all yours to claim
live as you will, sans concern for any line
cross them, cut them or join them.
Earth is yours and everything that is above.

Clouds

I saw him first beneath the blue moss,
a white tear fearless and pure amidst vast sky,
untouched by this world's malicious hands
a sight of life and a symbol of pure joy.

He gazed at me with love or so I thought,
and I let myself to him in complete submission.
As he drank my life and world throughout
merrily I sang lullaby on forever union.

Lo! He grew big and I shrinked unnoticed
he laughed at his volume and colour new.
A new silvery black like a mountain unattached,
he stood majestic over me thru the morning dew.

Alas! At night, he went fast away
up at the hill amongst trees tall and wild.
He lost himself and gave me at mere wind's sway.
while here I laid -silent, hurt and cold.

I cried at silent nights to fireflies glowing
for he left me incomplete and bitter.
Sun rose unperturbed by my wails at night, signalling
dawn of new story and to have no bother.

Behold!! My tears made me complete again,
I am a lake that was and is still pure
for the key was sought in vain,
door is never locked as I am always free and alone.

I flew once

Mother, don't pester me to look at stars
for I was there amidst their light once
so close as you are to me on this skyward stairs,
built with golden dreams to reach their presence.

I flew once at night when world was asleep
with wings weightless pampered by winds wild,
into the sky that was deep as my mind
and rested my heavy head on star's warm lap.

Now, I came down where boundaries exist,
like a stunted deer caged in a golden maze.
I can't gaze at stars for they seem distant
nor can I smile here for this is a mere mirage.

I flew once
And I can't rest now.
Brick by brick.
I build this stairs.

At sunset

As the mighty sun recedes
behind the hills dark and silent villages
despite wails of helpless trees ,
I sit still with silent resignation at end of play.

I close my eyes in fear of darkness
that descends with malicious laughter
"Why leave me alone in this sacrificial altar?
Where plans crumble into dust for no reasons"

I opened my eyes at the loving caress if wind
And lo! I find the sun bright as ever breaking ,
shackles of clouds that are never strong.
There sun rises again in a bright new world.

Souls and silos

Oh dear mind! travel not unto the path
where name you tag for every hue,
in this beautiful life vibrant with no dearth.
Winds humming, trees dancing to melody known to few.

Words!! an insufficient mirror to feelings deep
that start from a place where few reach.
Deep inside beyond the mist of sorrows that creep
a valley with clear water running in each.

Joy in child's chuckle or  rainbows bent supple
can never be in silo known to you, dear mind.
The love that swells from valley's pure end
neither can be described nor  can other's see.

Live by night

Oh this world! Coloured with dark black
each judging another and deciding for brother,
no light they saw in their place of slack
Lord!! bad overpowered good in this mind's slaughter.

Falcon no longer is listening to master
and master busy with musings of past clear
there she is wandering for a sense of purpose
in the realms of skies, infinite light once.

Behold! there at a distance a twinkle
a lonely star looked up from the black veil.
Falcon flew towards light cool and gentle
master awakened by his bird's happy call.

The star didn't come to save Falcon
nor Falcon to beseech her master to her presence.
Star rose to live by night far from clamor and din
Falcon spread her wings for true love's essence.

Master joined his Falcon in flight happy
while star disappeared into the infinite sky,
there master and falcon fly forever in joyous union
light emanating from the lustrous bodies in unison.

Sadness, let me rest

Here comes the gentle sadness
into which I slip so gladly,
away from the happy mistress
who never stays with me eternally.

Here I rest with the black veiled lady
showing me the triviality of life and joy
busy I am drinking the cup of state sorry
lowest rung, where nothing to destroy.

"Dear comrade, look within happy faces
all you find is my mark so gracious
world is to be sad and not for joy or merry
alas, this world seeks happiness madly."

I nod my head in submission for thee
sadness fill every inch of me,
let not a child's chuckle or lover's whisper
enter this heart of mine forever.

Brand me, my new mistress wise
with scorn on face and view cynical
for you are true, happiness is a vice
from which I run away into thy valley dismal.

Castles in air

Oh dear mind! Do not fret over world
for this is a mere mirage, a reflection
of truth that is unseen- a single word
that is unbound by this dissection.

Waste not your energies for building
castles in the air- transient and unyielding
for a sesame seed can topple a mansion
built with care and with such passion!!

Dear! Delve on the eternal entity unseen
for He is constant , unperturbed by any avalanche,
forever Father sits on throne in real mansion.
Pine to rest on His gentle lap, sans ache.

My last breath

At last, I end my journey here
under stars cooing joyous songs
far away from crowd or crowns
trees the wise witness under sky clear.

On my left I hear serene stream murmuring
that world is just flow of my thought.
On right the bluebird ruffles his right wing
signalling me to prepare for the flight.

My last breath I take alone
just as I took my first one.
Ha! What a game, life transient
journey from one to another breath.

Now I take my last breath simple
with no guilt to bear nor path unseen,
free like wind and this body ends like bubble
God ! the peace in the path of unknown.

Farther down, I find you Father in orange robe
with tears of joy flowing on your cheeks.
With a single wave of your infinite hands
this drama ends on this false stage.

"Look son, all suffering is trivial
happiness, his beautiful consort.
Love, my dearest, is truth graceful.
Rest son here on my everloving heart."

The wedding

O angels and cherubs! Rest for a moment here
in the presence of our Father infinitely wise,
for here my two lovers come together
under the skies open and with hymns of pure water.

Oh thunders loving, clap till hands turn sore
and hearts filled with happiness untainted.
Wind, the eternal pursuer of contended life
halt here for true joy is in this Love filled land.

Here comes my mother, bubbly bride dewed
with tears of joy, for her moss vanished
by single glance of my father's hazy eyes
who loves her more than Earth and skies.

Oh joyous tears! Wait for a moment in heart recess
let eyes fest the dream that danced in my mind.
There by the loving gathering of friends
one they become at once, free and love bound.

I bid adieu, wilderness -clear green- is waiting
walk I with songs of love in lips and mind content.
Here you stay in peice of heaven eternally enchanting
treading this journey hand in hand and single heart.

Stilts

I walked with trepidation on a barren land
in a pace that makes a snail smirk,
for decked I was on stilts hard
curbing my movement like a thorn's prick.

O stilts ! Poured over by molten gold pure
and studded with diamonds praised by society.
I attached them to my legs once free
and unknown clipped my wings for eternity.

I drank poison of unearned guilt
and hung my head down far from twinkling stars,
heeding to norms agreed by major cult.
There I stood at nights greaving over unlived minutes.

Now, I break the stilts of gold once admired
for I see the sun rise from the treacherous clouds.
Free I am from these rusty gilt chains clinged
and I fly East to meet the towering orange aura masters.

Sans guilt, sans stilts and sans society.

Calling of wild

Here I stand, bridge of time immemorial
one side are the people and their rules
other side, unbarred trees and unbridled call
both within grasp of my tiny hands.

People I choose, will be no bother
for everyday will be a day another
ways of civility and politeness gentle
within corrupted by worms of malice.

Wilderness is pure and untouched by many
where I can stay with me and thoughts mine
unburied by claims of my soul uncanny
nor the fear of displeasing sundry mire.

I feel my satchel weighing me down
pressing to go back to people dear.
Souls for which I owe gratitude unworn
and dreams to fulfill in future near.

"Go my child, away from unscathed me
But remember you shall be back with thy mother
Sooner than your mind counted time."
Whispered the wild wind in my restless ear.

I tug my satchel and walk to this world back
With promise seared on my soul to unpack.

brick and creak

O dear!! You may say wall is tall
Adorned  by wires hard and wild
You complain that path is unkind
Filled with thorns and each step a peril.

O my love! Wail you may at wind's will
That creaks our mast for no reason
And cry you may on that glaring sun
For his bitterness and unasked trail.

My comrade, just remove a brick simple
To break wall tall and evil , a step of faith
For us to meet at that yonder place.
Where we rest forever under moon's sweet gaze
Far away from the devilish wind's wrath.
Just a brick , dear, and we gain golden wings.

By the sea

Many come thither for my beauty
they play with my children merrily,
Oblivious of their thousand deaths at their feet
Busy they are savoring world transient.

There I see, an old man gazing at past
Shimmer over my glorious form dusk blue.
Here a lover staring deep into my treasure trove
Seeking vainly the blue eyes of his dear, lost.

Everyday I see many couples happy,
but soon to be parted by pitiless sword
I see children dancing with heart merry
Alas! They are to be buried anon in brutal land.

Oh almighty!! Why you made me still
Despite the despair I witness at my bed
making me a soulless conqueror of eternal toil
Never setting a foot on that uncovered land.

By the graves

Oh heed our advice, people up above
we speak with wisdom from dreams broken.
The majority we that decay in unknown urn
made of soil, fossils and bones rotten.

We spent our lives under sun and moon
Sans count of stars and our infinite wishes
Raising sword against brethren for no reason,
far away we huddled in dreary deserts and obese oceans.

We lived,ha!, lives of self torture
gazing at each setting sun with fresh promises
to wed pen and scroll in charming paradise.
Alas! Asundered always by sloth's soothing whispers.

Hark! O being, pleas of the decayed souls
Spend each day with a miser's fervour for gold
Lest you slide down amongst sorrowful us,
with box filled with raking remorses and vows unuttered.

Two seeds

A tender hand sowed two seeds
In soil fertile, with love and care.
Water flowed freely in both their seats
And sun shined unbiased in that place.

Days passed and eyes sought the yield
Lo! One turned into a plant taut and tall
Adorned with stars of colour gold.
Alas! Another was twisted like a broken doll.

Months went by and golden ones waned
The shorter one endured dust and weed.
A flower blossomed white on twisted house
And once tall died-a martyr to a lousy cause.

A Cloud and a Rose

O Elusive lover! who had risen me from dead,

thou left me alone in this binding forest

of invisible sorrow and unwonted mirth.

Where do I search for your benign smile and nod?

I looked at the stars that twinkle merrily

unscathed by any loss one suffer's below.

Shall I seek your young grin in their mockery

on this sorrowful lover, crying in their glow?

O trees tall and wise! heed my pitiful plight,

 look with bright eyes yonder for purpose mine,

as these brown eyes are filled with tears moist.

Do you see the unbridled form of my joyful love?

Up above,I can see the moon once content,
under which we basked as merry lovers
unaware of other world, silly and transient.
 Now alone I lie under the moon morbid
 waiting for thy laugh of utter happiness.

 O lord eternal and wise! take me back there
where I can listen to melodies of his flute
caressing my heart marred by fears dark.
Let me fly to those times, like a free lark.
.

P.S.

Sought him I everywhere in wild forest
until, I heard him in recesses of my heart.
"My Love! none can asunder us for long,
for I am the melody and you the song."

Carpenter and cowherd

Epilogue:

Jesus Christ  was crucified previous day

an uneventful event for most citizens

barring few followers of man happy

with his cross and crown of thorns.

III

A carpenter was busy with his tools

driving nails, shaving wood , pruning edges

"He worked with me, the man sans fright

yet scorned and worshiped by mob." he thought.

"If only I meet him alone for once

to know love that spared the deathly foe,

for I seen him smile at crowd's ridicule

unmarred by anger on smiling face."

That night, Christ much younger and stronger

beckoned the carpenter to meet him in woods.

"Is it my illusion or play of my unfruitful desires

my comrade hast called me to where he dwells."

II

Thus, carpenter sailed thro' dreary trees

with moon mute as his companion strange

to the place shielded by innocent and wise

where his master waits alone beyond seven hills.

He had moved past the beasts awakened

crossed villages filled with jeers and laughs

with quest for love burning in his untouched recesses 

of heart that neither bereaved or smiled for world.

After few scores of birth of moon eternal

the carpenter reached the spot in woods serene

only to find a puddle of water clear and pure

that reflected his form- taut and tall.

I

"Master simple and clever, thou hast shown

the nature of this show of smokes and mirrors,

a just reflection of my thoughts in myriad forms

and thus, none can bind in this world forlorn."

" I am the One untouched by ripples

forever I am complete in eternal bliss

for world is my game and senseless play

not me a prey of praise or sword's slay."

Prologue

A cowherd cried to silent nights in forlorn hut

for his blue formed mate that left the town,

"O dear! when shall my eyes quench their thirst

for unbridled love that thy form bestow me upon."

Red Cloth

O here comes a cloth of pure red,

trudging  into world and to be held

by some hand and thrust a reason

for its role in this age-old grand plan.

Will it be symbol of super human

who descends from a forlorn planet,

to defend the people from enemy's gun

yet too meek to show his true potent.

If the soiled hands of toiler holds

the red would turn into wet cloth

withers by sweat from morbid vows,

lost in work forever with no air of mirth.

Would it be a symbol of twisted thinkers

that pledge to sacrifice self for greater good

and convert men into mere statistics

obviating freedom of one's thought and deed.

O cloth of serene sun! fly father away

where children laugh with innocence and joy

while men toil in present and not for unseen future

there you flutter like a dove dancing to its own tune.

O red cloth! exist as you will to

with fervor and unbridled gusto,

 a unmatched symbol of man that stands alone

on his own mountain far from worldly care.

Shelly never left

As I sit here on the park bench, my eyes

gazed around the beautiful scenes,

that gave my heart a gentle nudge

to clamor for happiness that was once simple.

Children sundry, were here busy with their sports

that can be only understood by mind innocent,

youth over there blushing like fresh blooms

at the sight of damsels giggling in merry froth.

On my right, I find an old wise person

reading the invisible ink amidst the rising sun,

and mother fretting with love over her apple

wrapped in blue gown and her tender love.

Ah! What more can I fathom that moment,

a chunk from heaven that fell on land mundane,

How I wish to stay in that happy abode

like a carving on an urn that stays forever put.

Alas! muscles aren't supple till judgement day,

Shelly left into the womb of dreary waters.

O the nimble toiler who makes night and day

  divulge in me the reason of your sorrowful ways.

Heaven you place for a moment, in hand

only to asunder again with your ruthless sword.

Yet, I shall light this moment in my memory

that lights my path thro' winter nights many.

Hide or seek

This wonderful creation turned a tinge darker,

Grandfathers looked up and wailed, "Sooner or later,

this world shall become a doleful abyss,

ruled forever by evil, shunned in darkness."

Children who are playing joyfully continued,

 without twitching a muscle when darkness reigned

"Oh! Its so beautiful this place of sans light

as we can learn to enjoy this game, never a plight"

Cloud above was just playing with sun,

the one happy to remain hidden and unseen.

Grandfathers hid in burrows,cages and nests

closed their eyes with utter dismay from unnamed fears

"Never can we open our eyes and mind

to the state so dark, better that we be blind."

"O Lord! we are full with thy grace

and we shall shower them in our love."

Children played in puddles of pure water

created by happy bursts of cloud matter

"We seek the reality whatever it is,

never giving up thinking till God we kiss."

Grandfathers shut their selves from reality

and thus, banished to eternal darkness of ambiguity.

Children, go on to play with confidence

and they shall be granted the truth after cadence.

"I wish to see my dear love, 

o clouds! make way as I come."

The sun shone brightly on the empty streets,

children ran freely on those golden lanes

with happy note on their lips, an anthem

to life joyous for those who seek and dream. 

Fettered Fog

It drapes with care the lazy lake below

like a blanket sewn out of  dull dreams,

 and covers trees tall and creepers low,

 like a comrade bound by pack and duties.

O Fog! isn't my state just like yours,

caring for few and chiming with many,

with conviction unsure in dreary nights

yet stranded here by chains of responsibility. 

Responsibility! its a thread woven by heart

that is burdened by past and scared of future,

just like you, O fog!, I stand still and inert

marching  thro' this dreary dusk like a martyr.

Thou vanish unburderned into nothingness

when splendid sun rushes to your aid in morning

  I  too, O comrade, shall be unfettered at once

when the wisdom within ends this mourning.

Hill On The Other Side

My gaze fell on the fog draped hills

that reminds one of a young bride under veil,

tender and innocent with expectant smile on lips,

waiting for the man with unearthly zeal.

 O look above! here comes the startling sun,

in procession preceded by clouds small and huge

while the morning breeze ride as chief captain

and the groom, turned orange with tender love.

The birds above begins the hymns

  water under serves the guest august

fairies unseen sings joyful long choirs

and sun arrives in all splendor to his better part.

 mind.

Love of the couple  permeates the air

untarnished by the daily worries and woes,

shielding my mind from world unfair,

Ah! that early beauty never fades nor withers.

Lost and Lost

Why are you staring at me?

questioned the lake to a lone lad,

who had been kneeling under the tree

away from horses hooves and people loud.

I ain't here for your treasure trove

nor for thy pleasing ever-new form,

seeking I answer for a question simple,

"How did I lose in this caustic chloroform?"

All I ever wished every shooting star

is a place yonder from all mirth and din,

a secluded spot with master in my altar

none to bother and nothing to clamor attention.

'Well', gurgled lake,'Your wish is fulfilled.'

'Pause thy lament and observe me

ducks float,leaves fall and men abscond

yet, within I dance with master free.'

'Though, in this outer varied visage

I move, cackle and bounded here

look deep within lad, I am the ocean

infinite -the form of truth behind screen.'

Young lad touched the grass with fervor

for he found the way to be lost forever,

'Never let the ripples to touch core

for that is residence of the self true.'

The once lamented lad never let a silent tear

for he whispers to the carefree wind

thoughts on all things beautiful and dear,

thanks to lake which spoke and heart that heard.

Saints in the city

Three saints met God after penance

of decades to please almighty for once.

God appeared and smiled with pride at creation

for they are the epitome of great supplication.

"O dear father!"the first one cried happily

"Give me the chance to guide people

to thy destination, thro' this dark alley-

world of delusion and proclaim my love."

"O Holy Master!" second saint conversed,

"Make me the warning sign in people's lives

lest they hurt themselves or neighbors

in the journey to meet thee,o Lord."

Third saint pondered for a second more

"O mother! let me be a benign beacon

in the misty myriad ways to thee,

and help travelers to wade without pain."

Tathasthu

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I find the three saints in this city,

one became the blue signs of direction,

other is the traffic signals lay in center pretty

and last one is street lights at every cross-section.

Rest and Restless

God, the almighty created this world

of boundaries and rules for each art,

lakes to be silent and stagnant on land

and birds to fly in sky with craft.

He made fishes to be in water blue,

while the trees towards roof unknown.

Man to bond with family and friends alike

and stars to twinkle at night over souls worn.

This world would be a place of satisfaction

as all creations breathed with divine injunction.

Yet, God all loving touched a fine chord

deep within the unexplored recess of each mind.

Lo! Fishes became dolphins birds into seagulls,

lakes became oceans infinite and trees weeds in water,

Stars became sun that doesn't twinkle at dark nights

and I, became insane for the presence of my master.

Great or grace

I

A plant wild and unknown to men,

gave birth to flower-yellow and small

in a nook unseen nor untouched by other green,

yet the pride reverberated in the little hill.

The flower grew into a boastful bloom

huffing at every shortcoming from kitchen

and scowling at the leaves green,

a boring color in contrast to his form.

Yellow beacon sighted one day, a flower

atop this earth,hanging from the blue screen

produced by handowork of  an invisible farmer

 took care to perfectly sculpt from divine pollen.

"O creatures of green! put me up,

for I wish to converse to a being like me,

up there I see her while night drop,

O! a form chiseled to perfection I love."

Leaves obeyed the wish of their child

rested the son on their shoulder

for him to gaze at his love beloved

and  to talk to her all things under.

Flower looked at the sun always

in  attempt to catch her attention,

for he never cared for lacking leaves

who cooked food and fed with supplication.

II

Days went by with no result for wooings

and the withering lover bent down with pain.

Lo! all he found down were happy maids

singing in praise of Lord who has magic sown.

"O leaves! why art thy sing in praise

for God who cut my heart asunder

 making you carry this burden of forlorn love

while not aiming for anything grander."

III

"O our beloved! we owe the almighty

for he dropped you - an image of perfection,

our amidst and gave us an opportunity

to carry and behold thy pleasing form."

Sun-flower was stuck by the revelation

and gazed his reflection in leaves near.

"Pardon my foolishness, O! workers worn

perfection is in everything both ether and nether."

Where we end

A fly, when born in pond murky

gazes at sky with eyes curious

and heart filled with perception happy,

dreams of a day it swims in sky spacious.

Alas! it ends under a random fat hand,

which never dreamt of great ascend

nor bothered it is for heart little once.

Lord! where we begin and where we end.

"Fear not, O child eternal and free,

for this isn't the end for your castles.

If not fly I shall make you an eagle,

glide my dear! like the king of skies."

"Bear in mind thro' trails you face

by people who never wonder nor bother,

that you had the beginning in this world nether

but end you will when we merge together."

  

Love all around

Rocks are strewn by grass green,

hills are hemmed by flowers wild,

sky is adorned with cloud white and clean,

look around mate! its love all around.

Trees kiss the air invisible and subtle,

while roots cuddle the earth brown,

birds chirp unwritten symphonies to dale.

comrade! this is love pure and unworn.

Child smile at every click of camera

and mother's eyes twinkle with pure pride,

companions hold hands till end of  era,

my dear! this is the love I care and crave.

Friends for each

Fire found its friend true in wind,

for wind sustains and destroys.

Water is the friend of laudable land,

which thrives and submerges at times.

Darkness is the right comrade of light,

one sacrifices another in their presence.

Weeds are, my dear, friends of growing plant,

for they highlight at start and kill at right time.

Insanity, my love, is the truest friend

of sanity and sense in this logical world,

for what I believe a minute before,

is a  theory foolish as insanity takes throne.

Cathedral for one

The mansion of Father looks upon

the empty streets carpeted with morning fog,

as I enter the hallowed premises sans throng,

while the air is filled with sweet smell of pollen.

Roof raise up in supplication of the lord,

king of heaven far away from this gloom.

O behold!  the cross in center of the world,

destination of every man in this myriad loom.

As the water holy touched forehead of mine,

vision cleared of inner-eye, eroding my sadness

Lo! I see true reality so sublime,

a cathedral where God beckons in silence.

Hark! voyagers of this mesmerizing mire,

this world is a church open and wide, 

where each mould ,a symbol of destiny

 lord presides within in unseen glory.