O thou wonderful woman,
I’m honored
when you share
the innocent purity of a little girl’s
wonderment about emotions
that you felt
in your near-puberty self for me,--
a grown up man at that time,
I’m honored to be the prism
through which you saw the
larger aspects of your womanhood.
It’s like a tiny bud
sharing its story with
the sun, the moon, the dew,
the bees, the flowers and the spring air,--
all that which helped it in blooming.
I’m a free spirit in my own way,
bearing my outer chains all intact,
Then you arrived
as the manifestation of
my free spirit
that knew the possibility
of free love and real freedom.
Your free spirit trapped in its freedom,
But freedom lay still and intact,
trapped within you,
And you proudly proclaim,
‘So many freedoms are
enchained within me!
Aah, how much I’m trapped
in my set of freedoms!’
I see all this by holding you
as a mirror in my life,
This ecstatic insanity
makes me laugh and cry
without any walls between them,
And floating in that tranquility
I need not have your body
to feel you in me.
I’m feeling you in me,
For I’m never away,
Never really left,
Always watching you in me,
The tornadoes of your being
heave, dance and sing,
On your waves I’m surfing,
You too surfing on the
tidal waves in my heart
like a majestic queen,
All these ripples created by
the exciting uncertainty
of our undefined, free relationship.
You are all spirit
and float in air,
I’m all matter,
running on the ground
to catch your shadow,
You’re the air that doesn’t stop,
Holding your balance through
tantalizing misbalances,
But I’m a poet
and I can keep the shadows of air
in my heart like real things.
Your spirit has to
see the matter
as a milestone on your path,
While the matter has to
hold onto colorful dreams
to rise to a higher dimension.
A poet is a labyrinth,
Wherein only
an unchained spirit like you
can dare to get in.
When I want you,
This itself is my fulfillment,
The distances melt
when I feel
how close you are,
Time stops
when I know here you are,
Right here in my heart.
Love is simply a natural need,
A pleasant sweet-sour greed,
It’s as much the need to take
as is the need to give,--
A sizzling seesaw of give and take
that excitingly shake
our life’s shape
and repackage it
with a new drape,
We have the need
to spread the seed
and fit in humanity’s creed,
We have a need
to beat our fears
with bitter-sweet tears.
We are missing
many things in us
and we need those things
from that sweet someone,
Take it with a right
without judgmental blight,
We also need to give
something that we have,
Give without feeling as a donor,
This give-take is
above the feeling of indebtedness,
Giving here is equal to taking,--
An accounts equation
of the laws of soul,
Giving as good as taking,
We are joyful to give
and equally happy to take.
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.
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.
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.
