Man and Superman

 

This planet, mother earth,

is one body,

When she is happy

the flowers bloom,

Ravaging floods are her tears,

Green pastures are her skin,

The verdant forests lungs,

Beautiful lagoons and lakes her eyes.

 

She is joyful, angry, kind,

cruel, healthy, sick,--

all these at her various parts,

Forest fires show her anger,

Spring dews on a rose show her joy,

Fruit-laden trees show her kindness,

Volcanoes catapult her seething anger,

She flaunts her health

in pristine rainforests,

She shows her sickness and famished body

through deserts and ribbed sand dunes.

 

It’s a living entity,

Your very own Goddess mother

holding you on her palm,

Why seek godliness

far away in the cosmos?

It’s right here around you,

in you, in her,

Sadly we can’t see

what is already at home

and faraway we roam

looking for clues to divinity,

But all this while we just

walk away from it.

 

There is an imprint of godliness

in you, trees, ocean, flowers, snows, birds;

in everything,

Own it, accept it,

When we talk of seeking bigger truth,

we have a vision of the sum total

of our own tiny ones,

When we talk of godliness,

we mean our own humanness,

So stop, pause, rest, relax

and feel the super-reality

with your own super-self,

It’s in you, around you, just nearby,

Worship this home deity,--

our very own mother earth,

You’ll have paradise here only,

The unknown milestones of the afterlife

will blossom and manifest here only.

Open treasures

 

Read the colors in a rainbow,

It’s an open book,

See how the colors melt into each other

and make a pathway for dreams

across the endless cosmic terrain.

 

Pick up a flower that has

happily dropped on mother’s altar,

Smell it if it’s smell to offer,

Marvel at its petals if not,

or both if available in the bouquet.

 

Feel the friendly brace on your skin

by a leafy branch

as you rush past lost in thoughts,

It touches you to be present;

be with here and now.

 

Soak the sunshine,

Feel its warming smile on you,

It showers you with warmth

to take you out of the frozen cave.

 

Feel the kiss of breeze

on the pores of your skin,

It absorbs your tension.

 

Walk with naked feet,

Mother earth will caress your soles,

Like sponge,

She’ll draw out your agonies.

 

Feel the rain on you,

The drops will drum on your soul,

You’ll hear its cleansing music.

 

Look into the open sky,

The formation of colors, shapes,--

the shifting canvas of eternity,

It’ll teach you

to create without clinging.

 

Peer into the night sky;

into the galactic distances,

Receive the starry smiles

reaching you from millions of miles.

 

Rich man, you own the treasures,

You just need to acknowledge it.

  

A joyous and lively day

 

The morning bright,

Hopes fully in sight,

Then a dark cloudy mass

suddenly stamped its shadowy class,

It ate the sun

with thundering chuckle and darkish pun,

A sudden spell of September rain,

The birds retreated with little gain,

It seemed it’ll rain for long,

Sky’s tears fell with depressive throng,

Too much rain isn’t good,

All go with a sad brood,

But then the sun lifted the eastern veil,

Light flickered with a victorious feel,

The winds swept away the cloud

hanging with its dark shroud,

Dark, gray, bluish, white,

the sun emerges bright,

Quickly happens all this,

Rain-bathed trees glisten with bliss,

The birds come out with chirpy showers,

Drops glisten on flowers,

And everything is again

as it’s supposed to be after a brief rain,--

A normal rain-washed day

with its sun, clouds, rains, winds,

all having an equal say,

The day accepts all,

These are all its call,

The rise and the fall,

It won’t be a day

without its undulating ray,

Just like life won’t be life

without its order and strife.

Transfiguration

 

There is an indefinable nobility

and dignity in one’s soul,--

the scented core of

one’s essential being,

despite all the

muck, dirt and foul smell

on the surface,

Allow it to come

a bit closer to you,

first in thoughts,

Reading can help you in this;

talking to nice people too;

opening in the unbounded

confession box of nature also,

Then slowly over a gentle

and slow period of time,

you can still bring it closer

to your seat,--

this body vessel,

You can bring it into action,

It then is like

holding a fragrant most flower

in your hand,

And then you smile

in consonance with your soul.

Suppliant-stony & Bitter-sweet

 

Delicious flavor of freedom

lingering in her eyes,

The only way to taste it

was

through her lips,

Loving warmth tingled

in her body,

Giving a feeling of vast space

in her intense embrace.

Spurting, seam-bursting sorrow

 

The night sky looks so close

and so big

from the top of this mountain,

I peer into it

and read the

voluminous story of betrayal

written with splashy font

in her twinkling eyes.

Freedom Vs Imprisonment

 

A part of me

lost touch with life,

A door was shut

upon a little alley of life,

Then I was blind to

that aspect of life

which the little alley carried

in its journey to the main street.

But whenever a door opens,

a part of your soul comes out

to mix with

a lovely piece of art, architecture,

pattern, design,--

man-made or

self-evolved

on the canvas of nature.