He cannot be held in chains


Nor in temple walls can Him be enclosed.


He is the overawing Presence


The Name beyond all Names


The Nameless.



She binds Him in her chains of love

In her pining heart, she encloses Him

She forgets all the words she has learnt

repeating His sacred name

finally she forgets His name too...

And becomes Him !

if only i could show you how much i     


love you........   


But since i cannot,  


i am a poet   

i am a star over your head
i am the dust under your feet 
who am i ?

The number line




Two points in a number line

We travel from infinity to infinity


The line is a circle

And where we begin -

We reach there in the end.

And we travel once more 

Now its a line

from infinity to infinity...

How can one
not see the rain and look
away, like work is all
important !

The conch shell, the church bells,
the muzzein's call
synchronize;
to create a melody
that God cannot resist.

The endless ocean, Salutations to thee ;

The ceaseless mind, you win .

Veervati - a [poem]

Veervati



Veervati looked only at God-
with all the love her heart could store.
and pined like one lovelorn,
like one with an unbearble passion torn.

towards her Lord ,
Towards her lover,
towards Him whom her heart would never seek enough-
and never would she care that people would scoff

for , for one who has been torn away from her master's bosom,
what was the world to her.
and till her master comes not to claim her-
what happiness does this world contain.

And when Kanha comes
In his embrace she will rest
And shed tears of joy
and dance in happy forgetfulness.

It is sirs,ironic & indeed cruel
 that you send me notice

for showing you the mirror.

You should have known

how you look.

In the open fields

within the little grass

The little insect thrives

Till the SEZ law is passed.

The little pegion soars into the sky


And trusts the wind.


And man who lives on the ground


trusts not the earth !

Where have they gone?

Where have they gone?
Where have they gone?

Mother, Where have they gone?

...Lal Bahadur and Subhash Chandra,

Lala Lajpatrai and Lokmanya

Where have they gone?

Gandhi and Bhagat Singh, Mother

Bismil and Chapekar,

Nehru and Sardar, Mother,

Khudiram and Ambedkar.

Where are they, Mother

When we need them the most.

Where are they?

We miss them , Mother.

Can you send them to us Mother,

Just for one day...

Where have these come from?

The 'leaders' of today;

Why did you send them ,Mother?

What mistakes have we committed?

The mistake of not valuing our nation.

The mistakes of apathy towards our brothers and sisters

of letting them die of hunger while we feasted.

Can you forgive us , Mother

For remaining stubbornly silent for several long years.

For letting the baton drop when they passed it to our hands

and not caring to pick it up.

No religion or scriptures can fill the chasm

That you have wrought in my heart;

She says : Krishna, My Lord ! My Savior!

We , the power

'Kill the messenger.'
'Kill the messenger.'
He talks true things 
He brings bitter tidings


We will first bring him disrepute
We will tarnish his reputation
How dare he challenge us
He breaths because we allow him


Call  I.T.E.D.C.B.I.
Buy everyone you can
See that those who stand with him 
Are beaten to their knees.


Argh ! He speaks ! he still speaks
Can no one silent him ?
Crush his agitation ?
Why is he not afraid ?

These few moments, sister


when we meet


do not last long ;


But they remain - 


forever !

What the Dervish thought of the Judgement Day

" Beware of the Judgment Day, Dervish."

Snarled the King;

"you will have to answer for your deeds."

" If God is going to judge me."

Replied the Dervish calmly;

"I think not, I will have to answer for His deeds."

What the Dervish said,reflects on me

A similar episode of a different age entirely.

When a great war of blood and carnage had just been fought;

And in darkness ,lay injured and pitiful, the villain ,defeated ,lost.

And the Lord comes to him-

"What have thee wrought on yourself?

What have ye done?"

And the villain in agonizing pain replies,

"Ask not me, Krishna, what have I wrought.

When everything begins and ends by your mere thought."

On Partition

On partition

There was a blank page/

i drew a line across it /


Now there are two sides.

The Mute Voice

If our voice
makes a little less blood spill
strikes fear in someones' hearts
creates a new law
makes people think....
Then its time,
to prove we aren't mute
to sing a song
to make some noise
to join the prayer.
Its time to break our silence
our long dark silence.
And show the gratitude in words.

Let our words echo
There where no bells of joy ring
no sounds of giggles and no birds sing;
Where the wait is long and unsure...
Let our voice give them hope
To wait a few moments longer
To wait for us.
we will come.
Let our voices sing
of hope & peace & love
of fire & sunrise & full stomachs.

Now lets raise our voices a little more
And find the power in our throat -
' Neelkanth. '
if our voice can wipe someone's tear
and show them a way
Then let us be the anklet of a distant morning.

If our voices can
Then we should
Break the silence
This millennia old deep,dark silence .


According to the mythological stories, Lord Shiva drank the poison that appeared from the 'Sagar Manthan' (churning of ocean). This place is said to have been the same place, where Lord Shiva drank the poison. On drinking the poison, his throat turned blue and from that time onwards, Lord Shiva came to be known as 'Neelkantha' (One having blue throat  ) - chttp://www.culturalindia.net/indian-temples/neelkanth-mahadev-haridwar.html

She  runs  to  his  open  arms -

and  disappears -

Like  the  first  drop  of  rain  kissing  the  scorched  summer  earth !

Earth's Child

A flower that was never plucked,

And never was offered at the alter;

Neither did it ever adorn a damsel's hair;

And never was showered on celebration of glory;

Neither did it rest in the peaceful tombs.

It lived all spring and faded in autumn.

Though lesser men might not think much of it-

 

Or might not think at all,

It had lived a life of fulfillness.

It spread its beauty amongst thousand eyes.

And its fragrance allured many bees.

Though it never found the pride of a lovely bride,

The Angels say it was Earth's child.

You & my other beloved ...she writes

I shall wait , my love,

for you to return, (she wrote)

even as i pass through those doors that take me

away from you

to my other Beloved -

Death

I am Nothing 

Who I?

(..............)

And what binds us is love,

And what binds us is love

There is no more to say ...

For what binds us is love...

I searched for Him everywhere

And there He was all this time,

Waiting in my heart.....

Love is the only language that every living being can

understand. It is universal. — Amma

No religion or scriptures can fill the chasm 

 
That you have wrought in my heart;

She says : Krishna, My Lord ! My Savior!

Laila you are the luckiest girl

     For Majnu loves you 






                       

                                  - The puzzle of Love

Waiting for her ;

I die a thousand deaths -

Only to be reborn again. . .

And suffer the endless wait.

"There is no human being who doesn't posses at least one divine quality. Even

a broken watch will show correct time twice a day."
                                                                                   - Amma








WHY THE DERVISH CREATED A NEW RELIGION !


I found fault in all religions,

so i created one mine.

i found fault in it too;

so i created another nine!

And then in a moment of silent reflection ,

(as i was sipping a cup of tea)

Realisation came- the fault was within me !

Like an oyster

I withdraw into my shell.

Her indifference makes me so...

And from those tears are born -

the pearls of poetry....

She leaves me -

with a broken heart &

a thousand verses of poetry.

How many mistakes may I commit ,

I once asked my master ;

' As much as the stars in the sky ' , he replied

' But you can be perfect only once.'

It is so difficult to talk .....

when she hangs the phone.

Wish i could do likewise to her sweet memories...

And tell them to leave me alone.

pearls of wisdom i wanted to find

i travelled across the seven lands

not knowing that pearls are found in the sea.

I shall wait , my love,

for you to return, (she wrote)

even as i pass through those doors that take me

away from you

to my other Beloved -

Death

She runs to his open arms -

and disappears -

Like the first drop of rain kissing the scorched summer earth !

One thousand Dushashans

A thousand Dushashans

Stripping women cloth by cloth.

In their tearful agony,

They cry and wail. Disrobed and dishonoured.

A strange world where everyone is- either Gandhari or Dhrithrashtra.

Or bound in their debts of apathy.

No Krishna this time , woman

You must stand (yourself), to protect your honour.

Let they fear your wrath. Pick your choicest weapon.

Yagnaseni, you are born from fire. From Sati to Kali transform.

 Pandora opens the box of miseries;
Eve is tempted by the satan

Why must it be 'her' everytime - ?
the cause of all sufferings ?

A husband never burns himself -
On the funeral pyre of his wife.
Why must it be always that -
Women wear purdah -
( why not men close their eyes instead ?)
- & be created from the rib of Adam ?
( When she is the one who gives birth to man !)        


Why must it be the woman who is the seductress ?
Leading men astray , in all those tales ;
How cleverly does 'he' put 'his' weakness on 'her' shoulders ;
And imprisons 'her' in bonds forever.

A lil' bud in the morning

The prettiest rose by noon.

Fading light beckons her

To the bosom of mother earth - as humus

But wait,

From the pregnant womb of mother earth,

She is reborn

As a little shrub.

And soon again the rose bud blooms...

A rose plant isn't a bamboo ;

And a bamboo isn't a coconut tree ;

Each of us are created differently.

Yet we compare ourelves.

...Imagine how difficult the world would be-
If coconuts sprouted on little shrubs ,
And roses blossomed on coconut tree !

Thought of the Moment

Pray: Let there be no wars, violence or natural disasters this year. — Amma


If there was no Nadat, Hafiz - Would you ever have found your true love ?


I will you my breath

I will you my senses

I will you everything that I own;

- If only I could do so.

For you have already taken them , everything

from me.

Atleast all that mattered.