vultures

vultures
in the mind
are waiting
to gorge and feed

make a clean lick,
on the carcass,
of feelings
almost dead,

how does the vulture know?
has the decay,
gone so deep, is it
so irredeemable ?

do the vultures sense
what the mind doesn't,
want to admit
that time it is
to say goodbye?

thoughts

thoughts..
trapped in social graces,
these never ending trains
that which never find salvation

thoughts
that could have led to deep understandings,
of self, of others, in short....of us,
of our common universe,

thoughts
doomed to suffocate and die,
un understood,
un appreciated, un worded even.

thoughts
that crumble and
languish in
forced silences.

routines

Most routines would have been devised by modern civilization, also because of this human need to keep himself constructively occupied with some activity to constantly fill his time, and codifying these activities into routines, would have meant to help him structure this time with relative ease.

But when we end up taking too many pressures to maintain routines, the whole idea becomes self defeating.

New beginnings

Where the last wall crashes, where the last defense crumbles,
Where the last insecurity is addressed,
where greedy torments meet rust,
And routine grumbles bite the dust.
where words in all its glory
become redundant... unnecessary,
to hide, or express thoughts, where guilt, or obligations dictate our actions not,
when worldly cares no longer strive,
To barge into our uselessly structured lives,
And when silence is all,
that eternally prevails,
where two breathes
in unison breathe,
as everlasting soul mates,
There my love, we 'll meet,
A wonderful journey that awaits us, we'll greet.

two worlds

two
opposite worlds
both,
strong, magnetic
drawing
pulling, tugging
me towards them.

one
where all
i can feel
is love;
it feels so real,
each sound,
look,
smell, taste, touch
living proof
of an absolute truth
that love is
all there is,
there can be.

the other
where
i just know,
all of the above
is a composite product
of evolution;
an illusion.
where emotions
are but, deeply meshed
fine, almost invincible
delicate steely lines
of business, accounts,
worldly dealings.

and even as i know,
there are no winners
and no losers,
in either worlds,
even as i know
i have to choose
to believe
in one of them.

i trotter
between
these two worlds
back and forth,
in disharmony
unsure of where
to find my peace,
where to settle and
rest.

radha's yearnings...

another dawn breaking.
mists of sleep awakening,
she remembers her krishna

the cows she is milking,
the vessels are filling,
her thoughts are on krishna

the kitchen fires are burning,
the watched pot is boiling,
she thirsts for krishna

the ropes are swirling,
the milk is churning,
she longs for krishna.

the cowherd's flute is soothing,
but she is seething
its not krishna

her friends are all teasing,
laughing, name calling,
krishna krishna krishna

dusk approaching,
night soon coming,
where art thou krishna?

dawn to dusk
like a deer's musk,
silly radha, u seek krishna!

of god and his heart

Isn't it better to be god's heart, than keeping god in ur heart. I mean its better to dissolve into god instead of god dissolving into u, since obviously God is the better person.

And if u say both r ok or both r similar, it can mean only one thing. We r god and God is us and we are all the same the very same! Ok,, I'm sounding like Osho!

freedom in love

love

I thought I had seen it all,
nothing new left to know,
Of that age old emotion
we know as love,

a love of giddy headed highs,
and soul shattering lows,
of un fulfilled demands,
and never ending rows.

Those exquisite pleasures
The un requisite pains,
those unaccounted losses,
the immeasurable gains

It conquered lofty heights,
And plunged deep seas of sorrow
It filled the lonely heart,
With empty promises of tomorrow.

There seemed
no new frontiers,
The price of love
was always tears.

then I met u,
and suddenly,
I understood love
Differently.

I learn t to love
all over again,
a new way to love,
A love free from pain

a love that is not a prison
how so ever golden,
A love that is not
a soulful burden.

A love that doesn't bind,
into tight suffocating binds,
a love which is free,
Of accounts of human mind.

that which is effortless
in its giving and taking,
that which gives wings
to soar and fly, in its awakening .

A love that finally
sets both free,
as naturally free as ,
the air we breathe.

when darkness descends

when darkness descends,
yet again,
one more time,
and u want,
the pores on ur skin
to close tightly shut,
and you dont want
to feel the breeze
of freshness
to break the darkness
of the tumultuous night.

u want to crawl back,
into the now growing
dimmer and dimmer
alleys of ur mind
and relearn to explore
the distantly familiar
roads once again
u want to revel
in the never ending
morbid thoughts
that ensnare your brain
with a stronghold
tighter than death.

u find the darkness
snugglingly, comforting
it is kind enough
to help hide your fears away
to help you escape from
the hugely tiring effort
of setting things right,
yet again.

and you find u dont want
any other help,.
just some space to hide,
just some space to rest,
before sunlight breaks through
your cocoon
and makes u want to fly again.