WINDOW OF MEMORIES

Through the window of hope, we once peered together!

But in the shadow  of death , I tread alone now!

Colorful rainbows and sunny days, we imagined our future!

But did we imagine the sorrow of  today!

Together we were, as we held hands in every  stormy weather!

But now, drenched and empty handed,  I stand  here alone in the  falling rain!

My hopeless soul yearns for those lost memories!

But what else do they bring, but pain!

Oh beloved of my life! How  much longer must this lonesome journey last ?

WHISPER OF LOVE

Deep to the hustle and bustle of the battling mind

In the deepest  depths your heart

There is a silent whisper! A silent whisper of love!

Listen to this whisper of love! As she awakens the music of your soul!

Lost and lonely; you had  been accustomed  to the deafening noise of  daily indifference

But listen now, to her silent wisdom!

Behind the wall of pointless words, and rusty reputation, you had conveniently hid

But how long, can you hide  from yourself!

Behind the veiled face of  your dirty ego

There still lies a soul of sentient sanctity!

The soul who silently watches; the soul who silently whispers

So listen now quietly, to her gentle whisper!

As she leads you to the secrets of the beloved!

As she leads you to the gates of  heaven!

Oh noisy mind of mine! Listen to this everlasting whisper of love!

DEAD END

Remember, those days of sunshine

When the sky was still clear

When love was  in the air, and happiness all around

But seasons change; just as everything else

Surrounded now, by the darkness of the clouds

The cold  winter air beckons me

As my road is covered with fallen autumn leaves

Where else can I go now?

When the road I’ve taken, is only a dead end!

SHEPHERD OF MY SOUL

To green pastures and clear waters, from time unknown, you have lead me!

You trusted me, when I deserted you for other pastures

You fed me, when the grass was dry, and the sky was overcast

You protected me, when the wolves of suffering surrounded me

And welcomed me back with open arms, when I wandered away

Yet, in this lonely pasture of today, I yearn for your missing staff

Oh shepherd of my soul!  My only benevolent redeemer!

Lead me to me to your very home! 

WILL YOU COME ?

Entangled in the messy monotony of my vacuous life!

Will you not come, to unwind me?

Bound to the hedonic ropes of pain and pleasure!

Will you not come, to unbind me?

Wandering in the wilderness of mindless action

Will you not come, to guide me?

Lost to the noisy life of pointless existence!

Will you not come, and  take me!

IN THE ARMS OF AN ANGEL

In the arms of an angel, let me be born again!

In the arms of an angel ,  awaken me to her world of eternal  love! 

In her loving arms, my soul is forever comforted

In her arms, my heart is alive again

In the arms of an angel, let me lose myself to Love ! 

Oh! In her arms, let my final slumber be !

MYSTICAL WHIRLS

Bismillah! As you whirl to the mystical music!

Bismillah! As you whirl as a blossom of love!

As a falling flower twirls and dances in the morning breeze

Before its washed away in deaths inevitable stream

Whirl away, your life of impermanence

Whirl away, to the land of eternal glory

Whirl away in eternal ecstasy, as you enter the gates of the heaven within

As you whirl away in heavenly bliss of this holy union! Bismillah!

Bismillah! As you whirl to the mystical music!

CLIMBING UP THE WRONG TREE

Climbing up the wrong tree of religion

Yet, rooted in the same soil of humanity!

The man on the other branch, is he not your brother?

Fixated on the colored fruits, hanging in your own branch

Intoxicated on the pompous drink, of self-righteousness

Blinded to reason; but driven by heartless passion

Is that why, you cannot really see!

It’s the same old bark, and the same holy tree

Brothers of the same seeds  

Forever in arms, if we really choose to be!

Clinging to the colour, of some illusionary fruit

And fighting over the fragrance of their blessed flowers

If all your life is lost, in the pointless rituals of one mighty tree

Tell me dear brother

Can the mind really be free?

WEEPING AT THE PALACE GATES

The palace gates remain open, and the royal garden lies deserted

His tired horse has returned home empty; his head still  hanging low

The queen in weeping, and the king couldn’t show

His little boy slept, little did he know!

His wife’s sad eyes say it all, but her tears couldn’t flow!

Oh great Siddhartha! What sorrow has descended upon your family!

Seeking happiness and wisdom, must you leave your home!

What luring torch of truth that you will find

Can make you leave your love behind

What wounds of suffering you seek to soothe

Can make you forget your son’s innocent smile

What strength of heart, and what mindful determination!

Can make you win over the mighty tricks of  Mara  

Oh great Siddhartha!

Did you weep when you left the palace gates?

SILENT WISDOM

If you can see the hidden shadow of sorrow,  behind the crescent of every smile

If you can feel the wounded heart bleeding,  behind the sharpened spear of anger

If you can see the darkened clouds of fear gathering,   before the ravaging storms of violence  

If you can see emptiness in all; and  fullness in all emptiness

If you can understand this wisdom and yet be keep your silence 

  

Can you still be proud my friend!