1. A lass lay i lassitude near her dear deep in dreams
11.02.1990
2. I looked
She Blushed
She said
"Go ahead"
So said
she smiled
I'm Blessed
(1989)
3. The hope of future
Is the phial of existence
So the destruction of hope
Is the greatest sin.
(1989)
4. A cigerette
Is the fume of life
That fumes to form
The lovely forms
That hurrying to dissolve
In the moving wind
And the wind of mind
That wheels i thoughts,
And in the gloomy moods.
(13.02.1990)
5. Don't tryto winme
You'll loss me
Spare me free
You'll get me, love.
(1989)
6. Burry your brain
And rise up with your heart
And go back to God
And see how you are happy!
(1990)
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Brain & Heart
A brain is a brain when it is free
To think what it wants;
A heart is a heart only when it is bound
To another loving heart
To think what it wants;
A heart is a heart only when it is bound
To another loving heart
On the day of parting...
On the day of parting
Holding her hand in mine
I told her with pain in heart:
"Remember me when you forget me
And forget me when you remeber me"
She stood still and said nothing
With trembling lips and flowing eyes
But grasped my hands with added strength...
25.09.1989
Holding her hand in mine
I told her with pain in heart:
"Remember me when you forget me
And forget me when you remeber me"
She stood still and said nothing
With trembling lips and flowing eyes
But grasped my hands with added strength...
25.09.1989
Rose Petal
A Drop
Of tear
Comes out
Of the tearing
Of one tender
Heart
Fell on a rose petal
And make it
More red.
25.09.1989
Of tear
Comes out
Of the tearing
Of one tender
Heart
Fell on a rose petal
And make it
More red.
25.09.1989
A Question to the Creator
Oh! Creator! Oh! God!
Here kneels a Creature before thy golden throne.
Care for my cries, and bless me with your hands.
My blind eyes Oh! Creator ,desired for the light of Wisdom
And my deaf ears longed to listen to the sound of Truth
My tasteless tongue Oh! Creator
Craved for the sweet words and my dumb lips seek
To produce the tune of love.
My unfelt body Oh! Creator aspired for the touch of relief
And my broken hands and legs are useless to help my brethren.
Oh! Creator, the greatest Wisdom
Oh! God the Love, Justice and Mercy,
Tell me Oh! Father, Is this Creation
A mistake or a failure?
Here kneels a Creature before thy golden throne.
Care for my cries, and bless me with your hands.
My blind eyes Oh! Creator ,desired for the light of Wisdom
And my deaf ears longed to listen to the sound of Truth
My tasteless tongue Oh! Creator
Craved for the sweet words and my dumb lips seek
To produce the tune of love.
My unfelt body Oh! Creator aspired for the touch of relief
And my broken hands and legs are useless to help my brethren.
Oh! Creator, the greatest Wisdom
Oh! God the Love, Justice and Mercy,
Tell me Oh! Father, Is this Creation
A mistake or a failure?
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Poem-01
The Search
On the wings of winds, through days and nights
Went I , to the city of mountains, to meet Him on His throne.
But my journey long it seemed, was to end at His palace door.
My eyes, tired and sad, espied an old soul on some Grecian street
I descended and queried to learn,his lips mumble,” I’m looking for man”.
Quietly, I left and was on my wings again.
Past temples and spires, past the silence of synagogues,
I flapped my wings and flew; but what I saw was spilling blood,
Murder, rape, envy and gossip.
A father beaten by his younger’s hand; Mother making her child still born
And forms vanishing in wine .
Now I know world look like; a sphere melting in flames of pain.
Enough of search, enough of everything; I sat to close my eyes and sleep.
But not for long, I heard some one call, some faint feeble voice call, “ water, water …”
I looked around and see a man half dead; reaching his hands for some water…
I gave him from my little bottle, what was left, a drop, a drop of love ( and not water )
He smiled and said “brother, I’m God” ! and filled my heart with growing joy.
On the wings of winds, through days and nights
Went I , to the city of mountains, to meet Him on His throne.
But my journey long it seemed, was to end at His palace door.
My eyes, tired and sad, espied an old soul on some Grecian street
I descended and queried to learn,his lips mumble,” I’m looking for man”.
Quietly, I left and was on my wings again.
Past temples and spires, past the silence of synagogues,
I flapped my wings and flew; but what I saw was spilling blood,
Murder, rape, envy and gossip.
A father beaten by his younger’s hand; Mother making her child still born
And forms vanishing in wine .
Now I know world look like; a sphere melting in flames of pain.
Enough of search, enough of everything; I sat to close my eyes and sleep.
But not for long, I heard some one call, some faint feeble voice call, “ water, water …”
I looked around and see a man half dead; reaching his hands for some water…
I gave him from my little bottle, what was left, a drop, a drop of love ( and not water )
He smiled and said “brother, I’m God” ! and filled my heart with growing joy.
( Written in 1985 )
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