Raksha Bandhan

Oh Sister, a precious gift Divine

Emerald Blue sky in reflection

God gave thine, for me to behold

Chastity of purpose, Purity in vision!

Oh Sister, a precious gift Divine

Of Blood comes and goes

Of matter, that is ‘spirit’ remains

Relationship, love bedecked jewel!

Oh Sister, a precious gift Divine

Thousand births I spread waved

In all, thee supported thread woven

at Hand, for hearts bonded in eternity!

Oh Sister, a precious gift Divine

these times not so pleasant

World has forgotten values

Messed in purpose, lost clueless!

Oh Sister, a precious gift Divine

May I protect thee from hawks

May I protect thee from your fallings

Weapons chiselled in thy love’s Chastity!

Oh Sister, a precious gift Divine

For the promise in Eternal Almighty

Thee behold my voice, in Prayer

Together we see, God’s paradise on Earth! 

|Circa 2014|

Oneness

My friend told me that, 'You seem crazy when you speak'!

'If you want to appear nice, better don't speak!'

And went on, further,

'You must not only be quiet, but should write!' 

I pondered the paradox, of the expressions and it's means.

Does beauty of the self, seek words or praise, or even recognition? 

Or would It find the approval by just being itself, here in the heart?

While the world mostly asleep, through a dark night,

A secret woke up the soul, with deep spirit in sight;

In the silent darkness, the soul sees neither it's fault nor others.

Music pauses, crossing the distance between the notes, the lower one awaits the Higher one's grace;

When made empty of all noise, the low & the high became One!

In oneness, when words have gone nought, the music begins. 

Oh friend, what can I write then? Would the beauty of the self, be denied, because others can no more, see or hear?

Come, let me share the secret;

My treasures have been found in you, for yours in mine.

Be the voice, I be your words; 

Be the instrument, I be the notes;

Be the night, I be your moon;

In oneness, let's complete our expressions!

Dwijaha says, wanderers know;

For the Creator, exists (in) the creation!

Cup that holds

Dried off my inspiration, 

I seek thee for help, 

The favour that pours, is not 

worth the cup I hold.

Enlarge me my heart,

To behold Thee, Thine.

This moment and ever;

Shadows gone forever!

A friend far & near

You stay far away, 

yet feel so near;

In my solitude, a friend 

who finds me!

Revelations by the dusk

Such a rhythm & balance,

Mother Nature is Herself;

Setting of the mighty Sun,

Settling into dusky mellow;

From genesis to revelation, 

Such a perfection, joy poised;

No hurry, no pomp, but 

So a very pleasant show!

Let my hearts be so full, 

Never dull even a moment;

A perfection evolving in itself,

A painted canvas in every frame;

Monsoon laden graceful clouds,

Pour unfettered, the heavenly Love;

Ever drenching, the Mother Earth,

A revelation of Genesis, Joy abound!

Beehive

Bees are known, not for their size, 

not their ability to suck nectar,

not how high or low they fly, 

not in its ability to be a queen or king, 

not in being the centre of attraction for other bees, 

not in creating groups with special affinities and bond 

not in its ability to mark boundaries of what is his or others

But in bringing honey to One collective nest

By staying together for every other bee in the nest, 

Fight together in protection of each other, 

live together rejoicing the autumn mist 

or frightening winter, in delighting 

the sweetness of that honey 

in which every other small or big bee's love is there!

Those who behold that which is undivided reality 

really knows and is known 

in the realm of the Creator!

Detachment - An introspection

Let me seek of me, those ideals of constant inspiration;

Those ideals, that persistently challenge the status quo of comfort;

Those challenges, that won't go that easily, are wrapped in hard misidentifications.

Those misidentifications, that are subtle & sly, hiding in the guise of conditionings;

Those conditionings that are favoured by bondages of blood & belongings;

Those belongings wielding the pangs of emotional attachments & wants;

Those emotions & wants fed by evolutionary vulnerabilities of subtle system;

That subtle system clouded by delusions & treaded by illusions.

Those illusions & delusions that come through forms of thoughts & intent;

Those thoughts & intent fail to grasp the reality that's beyond its realm;

That reality lost in deep abyss, but which heart yearns to discover;

That heart touched by graceful light recognises the beauty of joy;

This Joy establishes the eternal connection to the source of its existence;

That existence unfathomably expansive while intrinsically simple;

This simple truth profoundly mysterious expresses as unblemished Love;

This Love supreme binds all existences, detaching the "existence" of all bondage.