Wanderer to Chimera

Chimera,

“Noise the Savior of Loneliness
Silence the redeemer of the Shrill Crowd–
Either choice pushes the Soul
Farther down the Reaches.”

- Wanderer

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From Reel life to Real Life

Watch fabricated stories
Inspired by legendary
Or nondescript lives

Become the queen
Of those fables
Of tragedies and miseries

Shed tears
Or sob silently-
Keep the world
Oblivious
To whimpers
Of the soul

In the darkness
Of cinema halls
Teardrops fade
Sometimes
Under the eyes
At times
On the cheeks

Silent sobs are unheard
Outside the emptiness
Of walls
Noise is the savior
Of loneliness

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painfully soulful

Words taint the pain
a soul bears for years

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The universe is my unconditional lover

The one who suspects he has a heart*
Opened my eyes to my unconditional lover
How I never saw it?
The hardest thing to see is in front of my eyes

My unconditional lover is ubiquitous
It hides itself in my shadow;
disguises in those who cross my path;
flutters in the dry leaves;
shines through the sunrays.
It finds me through many ways.

It plays tricks to catch my attention-
Gives me surprises.
Sometimes it shocks me, too!

Like a mad lover
It caresses me with heavenly winds
It kisses me with calm drizzling
It whistles through the foliage
It sings through the autumn

It annoys me
With unsolvable puzzles-
Doesn’t come to my rescue

He is a teacher-
Whispers in my ears
Those jumble words
Behind that lurks
The invisible story of my life

* A friend whose poem inspired me to write this verse. More than that it made me feel the joy that seems to have been missing for last few weeks.

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I’m God’s Hermit in the making

God, you are so ruthlessly smart. You hit me hard through your mediums every time I try to go the other way. I don’t know why you are so obstinate about making me a Hermit when all your efforts have failed so far.
You seem to be more hopeful that your creations. I hope you are not hoping against hope, God! I hope I become a hermit.

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Love or the lack of it…

Whatever…its roots are always in the childhood. What one becomes in their grown up years; what one gives to the world, or receive from it all their lives. The roots are always in the childhood. It took me 30 years to fully understand that the anger that I harbor inside and sometimes spew as venom at the world has been brewing up since my childhood! Sometimes it comes out as irritation, sometimes as criticism, and sometimes as hatred. But some days I’m lucky too, that is when it flows out of my system through my eyes, wet in my tears. It feels so good, because the dampness of tears extinguishes (temporarily) the fire of my deep rooted anger. I ask for forgiveness from God for whatever I have done and I’ll do in future to hurt others. But this wisdom comes only in the times of serenity. I lose it completely during the moment when I really need it.

Last evening, I watched Taare Zamin Par with my nephews. It was such a beautiful experience. This film melted some bit of fire in me. But there is so much still left. What do I do with that? I hope Vipassana helps.

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My New Year Resolutions

For Mental Body
· Live in the moment
· Accept things as they are (happily)
· Transform each negative emotion into positive
· Wear a smile whenever feel angry or irritated
· Meditate 30 min a day
· Do a Vipassana camp

For Physical Body
· Eat less but healthy food
· Drink warm water
· Walk more
· Do some warm up exercises everyday

For Spiritual Body
· Be charitable
· Do things for others without showing off
· Love Krishna, the God and friend unconditionally
(even if He doesn’t give me my soul mate for this life time)

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A Speck’s ode to its universe

IN my madness
You are the universe
Of which I’m just a speck.

I’m a nondescript among your
Extraordinary lovers.
You love them,
I revere you.
You want them,
I breathe you.

You are the universe
Of which I’m just a speck–
Does the speck not have
The entire universe in its bosom–
The microcosm of the macrocosm?

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Now that you are gone

I stole a few moments from the ephemeral time.
When it was taking you away-the breath of my life.
I hide those moments in the inner pocket of my jacket
That warms me every winter.
Your memories are wrapped in the covering of your gifts
That I have preserved for ages-
They bring smile to my face even today.

The scent of old wrappers
The fragrance of fresh memories
Take me back to the time
When you and I were one

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Love and Light

Like distinction between a particle and wave blurs at subatomic level, “love” and “light” become “one” beyond the third dimension which separated them. Beyond the physical dimension, love doesn’t yearn for light and light ceases to dim.

Do you know what I mean?

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