Prayers To God

You have stealthily taken
That I had held close
to my head and heart.
I stand now void of my ego.
All I ask now is your mighty shoulder
To wash away my tears
And taste your eternal love

Tears

A tear trickled down my cheeks
I know not...
Whether it's my pained heart or my pained body
But it heals for a moment
Washes away my pains
For a flashing moment..

I just want to be a bird for a day

I just want to be a bird for a day

I don't want to be a mighty eagle,
nor a colorful peacock.
I just want to be a little sparrow
Don't want to be sing like a myna,
nor swim elegantly as a swan.
I just want to be a little sparrow

Just a bird
away from my home,
office and love.
Away from everyone whom I love
and everyone who loves me.

Away from everyone who hated me, 

away from everyone I had met until now,
and everyone I am to met in future.

I just want to be a bird for a day

Just to be myself
Just to listen to the whisper of the winds
To watch the sunrise and sunset
perched on top of a lonely tree.
Just to taste freedom and my true self.

Just a bird
Away from anxieties,
hope and aspirations.
Away from all to-do's
planning and tracker sheets.
Away from all my past,
mistakes and decisions.


I just want to be a bird for a day

Come upon me my Lord.....

When my heart is hard and parched up,
come upon me with a shower of mercy.
When my grace is lost,
come upon me with a smile of a child.

When all the joy of life is lost,
come upon me with the melody of a song.
When all hope is lost,
come upon me with the compassion of words.

When the tumultuous work
shuts me out from beyond,
my lord of silence
come upon me with thy peace and rest.

When my weak heart sit crouched
in a dim corner,
break open the door and
come with a ceremony of a king.

when the desires and dust blinds me,
come with thy light and thunder.

My desires...

My desires are many.
My cries are pitiful.
Thou had kept me,
untouched by fame and glory,
unknown to achievement ans success.

Thou had saved me
by hard refusals.
By your cold mercy,
thou had saved me
from pity desires and passion.

When I research for my
goal of life fervently.
Thou had hidden it from me,
when I had cried for
all my lost passion and love.
Thou had hidden thyself from me.

Day by day thou had made me
worthy of thy full acceptance
by refusing me ever and anon
saving me from perils of weak uncertain desire.

My songs to God

The song I came to sing
remain unsung to this day
Till now I have been stringing
and unstringing my instrument

The words are not set right
rhyme is not perfect
But there is only this agony
of wishing in my heart

I have not seen his face
Nor have I listened to his voice
I have only heard his gentle
footstep from my front door

I live in the hope of meeting him
but this meeting is not yet.


The painting is one of Ravivarma.This painting inspired me to write this poem.

My songs has dropped her ornaments...

My song has dropped her ornaments
Lest they could mar our union
They could come between us
Their jingling could drown Thy whispers

My song has dropped her pride
Lest they could break or connection
They could separate us
Their treads could corrode our harmony

My song has dropped her hatred
Lest they could move between us
And form a great wall
Their presence could hide your love

Pluck this little flower.delay not.

Pluck this little flower.delay not.
I am afraid lest,it may droop into dust
not seen Thy feet
where lives the poorest, lowliest and the lost.

Pluck this little flower.delay not
I may not find a place in His garland
I am afraid lest.The day may end unaware
Offering time may go by.

Pluck this little flower.delay not
I am afraid lest,it may fade
unto ignorance and negligance
Let it touch your feet

Pluck this little flower.delay not
I am afraid lest,its fragrance may escape
without tasting
your fragrance of love

Pluck this little flower
while there is time.

I know not...

I know not, how to sing.
But I had ever amused
at your light of music
that illuminates the world.

I know not, how to dance
But I am stunned
at your choreographed
dance of life.

I know not, how to write
But you guided me
scribbling out my thought
on a paper mortal as mine.

Thy music breaks through the rocks
Thy dance baffles me
Thy thoughts fills my soul
My soul longs to join
Thy song, dance and thoughts.

Leave me not
For I am lost away from you.
Away from your sight
My heart knows no rest and respite.

I forget.I forget ever not.

I am restless and athirst for faraway things
My soul goes out in longing to touch the flower on far away land
O Great one,Beyond the beyond
O sweet call of thy flute
I forget.I forget ever not.
I have no wings to fly
and that I am bound to this spot evermore

I am waiting eagerly,a stranger on a strange land
Thy song comes to me whispering hope
O Farthest and Closest
O sweet call of thy flute
I forget.I forget ever not.
I have not an iron arm
to break open the wall that confines me.

I am listless and wander endless in my mind
My soul longs to see thy smile blossom
O Indeterminate, Unknowable
O sweet call of thy flute
I forget.I forget ever not.
That the gates are shut everywhere
in the home I live alone.

On the seashore of endless worlds

On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.
The infinite shy is motionless overhead
and the restless water is boisterous.
Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.

They build their houses with empty shells.
With worn withered leaves they weave their boats
and smilingly float them on the vast deep.
Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.

They know not how to swim,
they seek no hidden treasures,
they know not how to cast nets.
they just gather pebbles and scatter them again.
Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.

The sea surges up with laughter
and pale gleams the smile of the sea beach.
Death dealing waves sing meaningless ballads to the children.
Children have their play on the seashore of worlds.

The sea plays with children .
plundering and flooding their castles,
and pale gleams the smile of the sea beach.
On the seashore of the endless worlds children meet.

Tempest roams in the pathless sky,
ships get wrecked in the trackless water,
death is aboard and children play.
On the seashore of endless worlds is the greatest meeting of children

I adopted the some lines from gitanjali..

A Tree's dance

When the sky opens
 his shower,
trees dances
 to his roar and light,
washes her dusts and sins
in the heavenly shower,
she dances and dances,
finally exhausted
she fell down
on her knees
tired of love,
separation
and excitement.
To ease her,
he stopped his
shower of dews
and showered
showers of light and hope
For her to continue living....

Mountains

He had the courage
to raise among his equal plains
towards sky
and towards glory.
There he sits majestic
as always
in his eternal chair
watching over the plains
with wisdom unknown
to mankind.
The monsoons
pays their obeisances
prays on their knees.
His observation omnifold,
His inquest everywhere.

I took this shot from my house terrace..:)

My musings.....

Somethings fly
birds, hours, joy
Somethings stay
mountains, grief, eternity
But they all take some rest
to continue
henceforth.

Dawn

Not knowing when the dawn will come
I could open all doors and windows
they come unwarned,
noiselessly they creep
and fill the darkness around and me.

Breathe my words...

It's hard to write
It's hard to scribble
It's hard even to squiggle
when no one understands
when no one comprehends
when no one hears my words cries
when no one perceives my squiggle's griefs
when no one minds my scribble's wails.
But my words have to live
and survive and breed
so breathe My words..

Breathe and show your power
to the world that glower
at your sight.
Breathe and show your vigor
to the world that jeer
at your abilities
Break your silence and Breathe
my dear words

I will find you...

I will seek you
at the edge of the land
at the beginning of the sea
upon the silky sand
under the canopy of stars.

I will find you
in the rush of the tide
in the caress of the wind
in the secret happiness of unfathomable rays.

I will feel again
the love once shared
the joy that lasts long ago
the peace my soul longs for.

I will hear you
in the silence og the breeze
in the song of the birds
in the rustling of the leaves.

Thank God it's not ME.

The man with no eyes
walks up and down confidently
the train and bus stops
begging for money.
walks guided only
by a mere white stick.
Yet people try to ignore him
people, who are not even confident
to walk with stained cloths.

The child on the street
wrapped up with dirt
with smile so sad
has been mistreated to a hell lot
scrambling for coins
dropped near them.
Bravely asking aloud.
For money they live
a life filled with mistreat and abuse.

A man with one or two limbs lost
ambles differently through the indifferent crowd
sits quietly by the side
Praying someone takes pity
hoping that somebody cares
Trying to make a living
From the kindness of passers-by
Yet nobody sees him
or the tear in his eyes.

What kind of world we live in?
They can't eat without begging
we don't even bother
to ask their story
how they end up there?
But we effectively
avoid them
shun them
and uncomfortably walk past them
Thanking God it's not ME

Someday....

Some day I will see you and not your image
Someday I will see your face not your mask
Someday I will see the truth not it's wrappings
Someday I will see the picture and not the pieces.

Someday I will feel the hope and not its hallucination
Someday I will feel your aura not just your presence
Someday I will feel your love not its imitation
Someday I will feel happiness not its illusion.

Someday I will hear your silence not your noise
Someday I will hear your thoughts not the altered words
Someday I will hear your voice not just sound
Someday I will hear your song not the humming.

One day I will see the path and not the mirage.

Dance there upon the shore..

Dance there upon the shore
What do you have to care?
For rushing water?
or the roaring wind?

With the hair drenched by salt water.
covered by sands from the castles built
with friends and kins,
dance there upon the shore
What do you have to worry about?
For the castle plundered by the sea?
For the efforts gone in vain.

For you don't know about
the fool's triumph
shattered dreams
lost love
betrayal of a close one
Dance there upon the shore.
what do you have to worry about?
what do you have to care for?