An ode to a sanyasi

Perhaps here

in a sound old family
I spend my years
wondering how

The saffron robed
solitary master
How does
he live without

Perhaps the earth is his mother
The sun his father
The trees are his friends
And night his lover

The birds are children
The sky his heart
The stumbling jeeva
A friend in need

Love is his job
And wonder his income
Blessing his expenditure
But incurs no loss

Truth his embellishment
Ahimsa his crown
Vaidika dharma
His passion abound

I really do wonder
From my sacred pond
His oceanic grace
Are those drops of rain.

Living with honour

Born of a mothers labour of love,
Cared and nurtured by gracious earth,
Where has man left his conscience
That he has forgotten, to live with honour.

Honour the sun that brings him light,
Harbours food and all this life,
Honour the trees and fruits they yield
The labouring cows in Paddy fields.

Honour the land beneath his feet
The space he walks and where he stands
Honour the moment that lets him be
To dream and dance and play in 'time'.

Honour the rains, and honour the sky
The wind that moves and breathes alive,
Honour the men and all living beings
For praise and insults both teach alike.

Honour himself for who he is,
And all of creation for what it is,
For he must not wince at that moment of death,
Had he only lived a life of honour.

And her smile

I wish to see her endless joy
Infectious smile , unbridled expressions,
Celebrating life, as only she can.

With ceaseless giving, of love and charm,
Like joy itself swaying in your arms,
A delirious dance , And a dreamy heart.

Like a flock of birds, painting the sky,
And a paddling of ducklings, splashing down,
Their spluttering wings, sprinkling on.

Or a crazy night, of senseless chatter,
All faith and logic, going for a toss,
As her laughter fills the evening air.

My heart it years for her alone,
Yet she considers me far away,
For reasons whose worth, is as yet unknown.

watsup

Chat and watsapp but can't really hug,
Send cake and flowers, but can't cook a dinner,
Play Facebook games, not a deck of cards
Meet up over Skype, not a juice bar .
Set up birthday reminders, not the hard old bumps 
Send meeting invites, not a shout next doors,
Shopping over amazon, not a full day at the stores,
Share mp3 links, not a round of antakshiri .

Technology has certainly brought minds closer,
But have hearts been distanced?

Fountain of joy

Discover that fountain ,
Of infinite joy,
Where every single arrow of hate,
Every spite of negativity,
Every iota of doubt,
All the poison of ignorance,

Rains of blood and naked violence,
Rivers of deceit and confusion,
Sprouting seeds of cunning wit,
Clever narrow paths that lead to dark dungeons,

All that arises from mistaken identity,
All that may be exhumed,
Transformed,
Negated,
Rendered non-existent,
As insignificant as the
dark spots on the surface of the sun.

Discover that fountain of Joy,
That lies undisturbed, ever present and most intimate within you!!

The kiss of love

She blew a flying kiss,
closing her eyes,
Steeped in love,
as love itself.
And it meandered along,
in waves of joy,
Spreading forth cheer,
unlocking the dreamers,
from the trance of sufferings,
and the pain of separation.
And for a moment,
we all closed our eyes,
And we felt her love,
Her shudder under our skins,
alive in pain,
alive in pleasure,
alive in separation,
alive in unity.
She was not loving.
She was love herself.

Violence

As I arise,
I dare to impose,
I dare to judge,
I dare to agree,
I dare to disagree,
I label as positive,
I label as negative,
I wait for a result,
I am patient,
I am in a hurry,
I am good,
I am bad.

For without holding on to a tree,
I will be washed away,
By this great wave,
Only to find,
That the wave is an ocean.

Violent when I see,
But as I drown,
its calm underneath,
Am I a wave? Or am I an ocean ?

I know I am both, and neither am I.