Saturday 16 November 2013

NOVEMBER RAIN


Love needs no understanding



Death leaves no trace



The leaves that fall in autumn



Get washed away in the November rain



















CUP OF QUALIA

Sky is vast and the cup is empty



Still water, still keeps flowing!



As boundaries and labels vanish



In this qualia of evanescent experience



Happy is the mind that breaks free !  











ROSE GARDEN

The rose is gone


The thorns remain


The garden lies deserted


Weeds are overgrown


Perched low on a withering branch



The Little bird chirps! 





ROCKING CHAIR

The window is shut and the door bolted



Crumpled papers lie scattered by the desk  



Pondering over pointless existence



 Restless, sways my aimless mind



As I a sit rocking in this lonesome chair ! 











Friday 15 November 2013

STARLESS NIGHT

Another starless night


Long dark and lonely


Staring blankly back into my eyes


Restless as I roll in anticipation


For death, dawn; or either


Oh let one of these


Stop this pointless ticking clock!

















BELOVED'S GLANCE

Eye to eye! A moment’s glance

Breathless now I stand!


Words not supporting


 A smile, a blush!


What more can I say  


When your eyes say it all!


Oh my beloved!



I am so filled with you! 



TRUE REFLECTION

In this evading world of illusions

You are my only companion! 

Lost and lonely; nowhere to go; nowhere to hide

Helplessly I stand before you!

Solid and unshaken by the ever-changing

Unashamed and undeterred ! 

You silently showed me the blatant truth! 

In your shining blemish- less face

I see my true reflection; I see my true inner self

Standing before You; I now realize

My crooked imperfections; and my wrinkly evanescence

Oh Mighty mirror on the wall!  

Is my fading face of my existence


Just another image,  after all? 

Thursday 14 November 2013

ACADEMICAL GLORY

Purple robes and fancy plumes! 


Music playing to the pomp and show! 


Gaudy gowns filled with pride! 


Power and knowledge glorified


Walking in this procession of self glory


Beware!  Oh great friend!



Trample not on the saplings of wisdom!