Friday, April 19, 2024

Her query

She asked me,
How thou be? 
And I had to flash a smile 
and hide the pain's guile,
Then I reply,
I'm fine,
Drunk with life's liberating wine,
Enjoying the summer's shine.

Thursday, April 18, 2024

My own love

My very own is my love,
It has nothing to do
with yours my dove,
And now when I realize this,
there is a gentle surge of bliss,
I own, accept and embrace
the soft brace
of my own love,
and welcome it,
without a bit
of expectations from the interest of my love,
my determined dove.

The beauty of a new day,
a fresh ray
makes me forget my pain
beyond expectations and gain
and makes me smile,
above jealousy and guile,
A cool morning opens,
A fresh day of karma beckons,
I take full responsibility for my love
without bothering what does my dove.

I see and be with the now
with an accepting bow,
And the world changes for the better,
The clods of pain shatter,--
A lovely bird in my little garden,
A white-browed fan-tail flycatcher,
It sallies like a butterfly
to catch the irksome house fleas,
A beautiful bird,
Friendly, flirtatious hoops and loops.

Comes then a sound
above the human hound,
A solitary sarus crane
comes sailing through the air
with its trumpeting call sharp but fair,
I hope it hasn't got a love-fall,
It's amazing to see a sarus crane,
It's a symbol of love and fidelity,
The traits getting lost among we humans,
But the big bird holds it aloft,
The emotions soft
in a world hard
gets a smile the bard. 

 
 

Unripe for love

You spurn love
and its soft, supportive shove,
You think in love you are,

but maybe you are just at war
within yourself,
And instead of love
you are looking for pain;
through habitual suffering want to attain
the same painful past and addictive gain;
just a repetition of the past,-- 
cries, separation suffering.

Maybe you aren't yet
prepared to receive love,
rather you are scared of it,
The deep, habituated pain in you
is uncomfortable with fresh, new day's dew,
You are scared that
the love's warm rays
will reach where the suffering brays,
and melt it
with its divine hit.

Is it just about 
the partners being wrong?
Maybe you are unripe
and take another swipe
to clean and declutter the past,
Maybe you are just 
running away from your bitterness,
So how can you embrace
with full grace
love's sweet grasp?
Maybe you aren't yet ready to receive love
with grace, humility and dignity,
I just pray for you
and feel your pain,
Travel you well and ripen,
then receive and welcome love
at your doorstep o my dove. 
    

Tuesday, March 19, 2024

Hope

There is always hope,
As long as nature holds the rope
through its smile pure, 
Survive we will for sure!


Monday, March 18, 2024

Taking a deeper control of the Self

 Being true to one's intrinsic nature is no weakness. If you happen to be a person dominated by feelings, don't underestimate your heart. Feelings have longer roots to one's real self. Thoughts are utilitarian ripples on the egoistic surface. They have their utility though. Mind is just a faculty that has the potential to create something out of life. But still it's a utility, a skill. Heart is what we are. Controlling mind breeds a healthy outer life, which surely supports peace and joy inside. Nurturing heart gives us a joyful inner life. Mind is predominantly a trigger mechanism operating basically on our fears. It's merely a tool to survive, but not us. Go guys go...have a pleasant joyride with your feelings...and use mind for survival in the the forest that life is...best wishesπŸ’πŸ‘πŸ»πŸ™πŸ»

Saturday, March 16, 2024

Spring

Flowers are abloom 
in springy riotous passion. 
Snow melting on the peaks 
and the valleys abuzz with 
fresh leaves and regenerated dreams. 
Colorful birds spraying chirpy notes around. 
Come fella come!
Come out of dispassion and cavernous glum!

Wednesday, February 21, 2024

Dance

O thou beautiful woman,
your charmingly feminine undulations
make me feel
the pulsation of life in my being.
Yes, undulations are a lovely part of
the feminine polarity,
It keeps that vibration
that soft rhythm
that lovely push
which defines life and living,
If not for this,
everything will be just passive
like a stone.
Your ripples across the
froze clods in my heart
bring it back to
even more sensitivities of life.
Thanks for being present in my being,
Feel my presence in you,
For a shared dance--
a dance the way you want it.