Kutch Lamhe…

Zubaan khamosh hai, dil bechain
Yeh kaisi tadap hai, yeh kaisi pyaas hai
Yeh kown si aag hai jo bujhaye na bujhe ?
Yeh kown sa khel hai jo mujhe fana kar raha hai ?

Mai aaj kho chuki hoon khud ko
Dil aur jaan use de baithi hoon
Na koi hosh hai, na koi gham
Bahut aage chal padi hoon
Khud mei mai aaj fana ho gayi hoon !

The Mango Tree

I sat on the mango tree
My favourite place it has now come to be,
Yet another teaching came my way
When I closed my eyes in humble pray.
“Practice silence even while speaking
Practice Stillness even while moving”
That was my lesson, my teaching for the day

The full force of its meaning was yet to hit me
As I sat in contemplation on the beautiful mango tree.
Days went by and I was lost in work
The power of words had once again taken control
But this time I was determined to test the silence in words

So as I spoke with total eloquence
I detached myself from content and context.
An electric wave immediately engulfed me from head to toe
A sensation so rare that I had to go further to explore
I gave into it to test its force,
Only to discover that I was the source.

And even as I continued to speak to everyone around me
I experienced the silence that was louder than thunder before rain.
I made a humble bow to friends around as a warm smile spread over my lips
My pace hastened as I ran to my favourite hang out – the mango tree
To receive my next lesson on how to BE !

Senseless Sensibilities

I am satisfied & contented – totally at peace
For I have found the essence of my being
I sit today, like I sat yesterday
The difference is…it is my Birthday !

Another era, a time gone by
A new life, a new soul
Out of the ashes, the phoenix arose
From life to death & death to life
I wander in cycles of endless time.

One form into the other losing my being
Until one day I sit like I sat yesterday
All senses awakened, I disintegrate again
Each piece staring right back at me…from me into me.

And then arises the formless form
With knowledge of its being & all existence in scene
The master, the creator – the ruler of all
The spark ignited I see it form

It grows large – yes, larger than life
Consuming everything from Mite to Might !
A smile creeps over my face
For I too have been consumed by its Grace.

I have been born yet again
But this time with knowledge of the flame
I am burning hot & I am burning fast
For the coolness of being can be experienced only by the burning flame !

I laugh recklessly, crying out loud
For all sense & senses are One Now
The senseless sensibilities have begun their rounds.
There is no looking back into my Bountiful Bound!

The Faceless Mask & The Mystic Sage

Hidden is the face…countless masks we wear
From birth to death…a new façade every other day
When do we stop & where do we go…
A life without a mask is frightful to the core !

And then one day I met a friend
After years of hiding behind the ken
Only to find that the mask he wore
Was no different from the one I bore

Mirror images every where I saw
Each pretending to be more than he was
Stark naked did I stand
Before the mirror on the stand

No where to hide, no where to go
It’s time to understand what I stand for
My purpose, my existence …all questioned today
All masks broken…my judgement day.

The faceless face behind the mask
Another wanderer on the task
Seeking the truth I cried for help
But all I found was my lonely self

Through my walks & journeys long
I met a sage who sang a song
He took my heart & took my soul
And breathe life into an empty bowl

All masks blown to dust
Today I stand where I must…..

A maskless face, yet full of grace
A song in my heart & a merry dance
Praying that every mask gets his chance
To meet the Sage from a mystic age !

Burning Bright In The Night

The light is burning bright & wild
But there is a killer in the night…
He stalks & walks in grace & style
Preying on the heart of the little light.

Would the darkness engulf her now?
Or could she bring light into the killer’s night?
All time and space are standing still
Waiting and watching for the kill.

The time has come to tell the world…
Of the killer in the night & his lady burning bright.
A moment so magical, a treat so rare…
History to be created by those who dare.

The play of the light in the night
Cannot be hidden from a true knight
Those pure of heart, have come to know
That light exists because of the night.

It took a killer to bring insight
To knock some sense into his lady light
That they can be no light without the night
‘For…In every night there is a light even if it is a glimer, it burns bright.”

The lady light now with her killer Knight
Stalk the world both day & night
Telling all those with sight & might
That there can never be light without the night !



God Bless Always in Darkness & in Light !