Boat

Its a cold night
the waves are roaring high
Its a long night
by Ive got to make it by

I am hungry, afraid and nude
Ive got to get to the shore
before the waves ask for more

Mumbai

On Terror

It was very sad to see Mumbai and especially these landmark places destroyed, even more the precious lives of innocent people.. gone in a split of second.

Nothing could be done? Nothing?

I sat here watching the television, helpless
so handicapped

All I could do was pray
Is that all we can do? That's it?

It was very sad to see death come so easy, destruction, blood oh!
They were like us...they should have been in school,
did they ever go to school?
Perhpas they did, perhaps they studied what they performed.

How can a mind like mine think, live and breathe so much evil?
How can the consciousness in him be the part of the bigger consciouness?
How? Isnt this contradictory? Or is it?

Or is it the truth is really all about perception?

I dont know, may be Ill never know
What I do know is there was death, fear, blood, debris and flesh wound ...

And I sat here watching the television, helpless
so handicapped!

El Péndulo

Eno kerimen privideyo
Ze de peh no to hilo
Le peh te yé
Suo

Eno kerri puiyo hireyo
Hireyo
Virro hinmé

Endon kiventé yeroseno
Firregeyo mno horó
Le peh te yé
Seia yonsó
Beiya deya perendo
Perendo vessun haré

Nataraja

naach nataraja
nritya mohoni
grace in destiny

nach nataraja
madhur sangeet
museque with beat

naach nataraja
sundar nayan
bliss within

naach nataraja
to the cosmic beat
nach nataraja
and be one with

Mea Culpa

mortal body
painful flesh
blood, beautiful blood

undying hunger
lustful needs
beauty, beauty of the divine

eyes, skin and the soul
sight, touch and nudity

what is left of me? what was mine to begin with?
beauty? skin?
nothing but the soul
nothing but me

what is mea culpa?
lust, greed?
nothing but thought
thought which is designed to manifest

Eden

Did you ever think of me, as your best friend?
Did I ever think of you?
I am not complaining..

I never tried to feel, this vibration
I never tried to reach your Eden

Did I ever think of you, as my enemy?
Did I ever think of you?
I am complaining

I never tried to feel, this vibration
I never tried to reach,

never did really reach

your Eden.

नैहरवा.-Kabir

नैहरवा हम का न भावे...
साई कि नगरी ...परम अति सुन्दर,
जहाँ कोई जाए ना आवे
चाँद सुरज जहाँ, पवन न पानी,
कौ संदेस पहुँचावै
दरद यह... साई को सुनावै
आगे चालौ पंथ नहीं सूझे,
पीछे दोष लगावै
केहि बिधि ससुरे जाऊँ मोरी सजनी,
बिरहा जोर जरावे
विषै रस नाच नचावे
बिन सतगुरु आपनों नहिं कोई,
जो यह राह बतावे
कहत कबीर सुनो भाई साधो,
सपने में प्रीतम आवे
तपन यह जिया की बुझावे
नैहरवा...

-Kabir

There is none for me at my natal home
My beloved’s town is most beautiful
But, nobody goes there or returns
There is no moon, sun, wind or water
Who will take my message?
Then who will convey my pain to my beloved?

There is no visible path to move forward
and you blame the past for It
How may bride go to the house of her beloved?
Powerful pangs of separation are burning from Inside
Dual reality is fashioning a dance to its tune

There is none other than the Guru who is mine, who can tell me the way

Kabir says,
Listen oh Aspirant!
your beloved will come in a dream-like state
that alone will quench the thirst of your heart

On love

Pale sunlight
pale the wall.

Love moves away,
The light changes.

I need more grace
than I thought.

-rumi

Falling Short

strings that will tear it apart
strings that will make it bleed to death

responsible for the ache and scars
and also for the suffering that will last

these that never give up, I notice
these that tug till the end...everytime

strings that are blamed for their kind

What I now realize is,

I hold them myself
and pull

I pull on them until I break...

and yet lost in the bewilderment
of expectations, that I fall short on

that I am always made realise of how incapable I am
of how unsensitive I am
of how I dont love
and of how I dont see

Of those that I fall short on
I can only be sorry
and watch the strings... pulling

pulling untill I break...

She Prays...She Loves...

On this day...she sends you blessings, she sends you love, she longs that you were by her side.

On this day, she thanks the lord for the gift of your presence in her life, of which she longed and loved for all these years. ...
On this day, my dear, she is grateful to the goddess to have let her given the capability to create...and to infuse a life in flesh, to nurture and nourish and call it her own...

On this day, she prays for your longevity, and prosperity...for your happiness and for grace, to guide you, to lead you, to the truth...

Wake up and look....the grace is all around you... protecting you.. her child.. with all the love in the world.

She is protecting you, because that's what she knows, and that's what she longs for...

Dreamcatcher

Dreamcatcher...my dreams slipped through

way into the blue...

Shantaram

I am reading Shantaram and its taking me back to Mumbai in a nostalgic sweetness. Gregory/Linbaba is a very powerful character. I seldom love books, but this one is exceptional.

I am loving evey word printed in the pages of Shantaram...

Masquerade

Indeed you've been hard to understand
As radical as you are
But you've done the unexpected
And left me quite early--quite far

How I see you
The way you are, or the way you seem to be?

Yes I doubted you
Coz that’s what you brought me to
By keeping me in the dark
I wish I'd have known it when I needed to

But I can’t ignore anymore
Coz I misplaced me
Its not about forgetting , or
Coz its about my love for thee

Now that you are honest
I love you even more without regret
Your talks...shallowest
Asking me to forget

I dont know how do I see you
The way you are, or the way you seem to be?

My thoughts of nothingness
Is my unfaithfulness to myself
But your radical change
seems like a conflict- a shade of you, unknown to your own self

Don’t make that mistake
Come back, look, recognize thyself
Don’t delve deep, as you know what it takes
What it takes to trust as alien self.

Don’t change, don’t unveil
Learn the truth, as you know the game
I know you are aware of-
Aware of the soul aim

Yes- Please tell me how do I see you
The way you are, or the way ou seem to be?

Nothing fades away
As it once was present
And so here were
Both of us sent

The damage has been done
I don’t know where I stand
Did we swap places?
w/out a command

If so,

The musique wont play
The rhythm wont flow
During a masquerade
The truth wont glow

Therefore I ask you again...my love

Tell me, How do I see you?
The way you are?
Or the way you seem to be?

Death

A senior souls departure

Influencing thee



Departing solemnly

Thy witnessing the divine withdrawal



Design unsexing itself

Reveling its crude nature



Yet...essential



Scourging not only thy thoughts

But also the flesh on thee

Buddha Bar IV Agricantus Amatevi

Departure

Time of departure
Veering homeland

Surmised thee my archer
Of ensuing my passive command

Why do I crave for thy caress?
When thy caressed my hand

Vacillating thy loftiness
For thy lofted for my jitters stand

Time of departure
Veering homeland

Amassing my abated stature

Learning, design is freehand...

Forbiden Cabbinet

I close my eyes to look inside me
There is so much going on at the moment
What is it that I see?

A young woman caged like an animal
A child behind the bars...

I search the file cabinets of memories
Precious memories, smiles & lost conversations
Flashbacks occur in a fraction of a second
The smell of a rainy day-my best friend-my first love-a feeling of beauty

The child whimpers
The young woman-gazing at her scars

I delve deeper in the cabinets
The cobwebs disappear with my touch
Moths begin to fly away from disturbed to resting areas
I see places that I instantly recognize
Forgetting my fears as I walk through them
People surrounding me, the sunshine, the splashing rain, a smile from my mother...

All gone…Displaced
Lost in the corners of my mind

The child innocent
But the lady now attempting to parse
I finally reach a locked cabinet
Memories forever lost to time and fate

Behind me I hear a growl from the cage
And the innocent face begins to wail

I’ve gone too far in my mind
I begin to resort my feelings, memories… thoughts
Slowly backing away
Putting it back where it belongs

I lean on a wall..I can hear my breath

The caged girl glares at me now
The child is once again silent

I open my eyes
Glaring at the stars...