Dream

Falling over a cliff
I die
And I walk
Remembering Rumi and Sri Aurobindo
"There is no death."
Echo all over, I hear
I turn, and I see
All
Is there no death? I ask
To whom?
I am the question
I am the answer
I walk...

This poem is written by Daya Balaji

Stone Cutter

An old, unprepossessing feeling
Somewhere from the depths,

 a native atavistic urge
The rain-washed streets disturb
bringing memories of the distant past and the unforgotten
A voice crying inside
"We are the stone cutters."
"the builders and the destroyers "
"We destroy what we build."
"We destroy ourselves."
The atmosphere, too, sharing,
the sounds of laughter of the primitive!
They all seem to be alive
Alive inside me
I am the stone cutter.

This poem is written by Daya Balaji 

Layers A Spiritual Awakening

Deep within the psyche
lay clustered
emotions
stirred once;
revealing beneath
black misty subconscious
opening with vibratory
disturbances
the primitive urge
atavisitc
a devouring ugly animal
stirs up violently
waking
the
divine... 

The following poem is written by Daya Balaji

The Monalisa

Millions of Eyes
Some look at me
Some pass by
Some stay to Stare
Some see me through in hope;

Some find my beauty intriguing
Some write a book and
Some come to study and
Celebrate me and Da Vinci

I stare and see
and murmur to all
but in the mind they think
they see it all

Oh how I wish to speak
to those searching eyes
had you not with your brush
sealed my lips with a smile.

A Conversation with Silence

It was as if there was no life around Surrounded by the dead, the stagnant, the transient All around me was Silence And it spoke! Peace and Permanence Belonging and Beauty Love and Life, are within you Listen to it, It said. I listen only to you Your language I hardly understand And in you I hear only the emptiness Only the facade of everything present. Not with the mind, my dear, but With the soul, Listen to its divination Seek its permanence and joyful eternity is yours The Silence says. I listen to the howl of breeze and smell its scent The door bell rings and I have my companion I see Silence leave, perhaps leaving the apparent civilization Only to return. May be to engulf the transient in Him.

Dancing With Time

Yesterday, I remnisice
Tommorrow, I anticipate
Today, I while away
with Time,
dancing in
the stage of space
along with Him
in swift steps
I cross Yesterday and Today
and enter Tommorrow
He repeats His steps
and I go on
in this
whirlpool
Life
dancing with Him;
dancing
with Him.

Disturbing Peace

A candle burns
in the silence
of the night;
though eyes
not awake
to see it burn,
my mind perceives
the disturbing
peaceful aura
it spreads.
Something is so
dreadful even in
Peace

Rain Romantic

Her hands clasped the tiny rain drops
with rhythm a heart beat
she turned around
her saree trailing behind
and saw
Rain
she smiled
raindrops all over her face
her hair disheveled
yet beautiful
her eyes sleepy
like mist
her lips parted
like seashell
she held out her hand
inviting
and the rain came pouring
down....

Wanderer

So encroaching are the crossroads
entwined in the psychic progress
hindered by practical issues
confounded
I wander

to europe
searching the past exotic glory
given in the books
confounded
I wander

to the himalayan mountains
plush with green forest
beauty admirable
confounded
I wander

to the lonely islands
the hollow sound of the ocean
emptiness that ringed my heart dreary
confounded
I wander

to the hermitage of ascetics
the active peaceful atmosphere
disturbing the mind, wrenching the soul
confounded
I wander
and come back
struggling with
my psyche and soul
to find
Harmony...


We all are wanderers..........

Whereto

The Purpose seems adrift
Directionless
Mind wandering in the wilderness of civilization
And entangled in the web of technology
Things seems to be only a click away
everyone seems to fit in a Bubble-
Something stirs within:-
There is a blast
The soul escapes...
Leaving only the feeling of being alive...

Chaos

The world is
but an unfortunate accident
The immortal play
of Gods and Goddesses
Rasa-lila, the erotic love
out of that a man
He will not be a' lone
so a woman
The Avalanche of creation

Creation is
but a fortunate accident
Without it
neither you nor me
You and me
somehow become we
We, the society
then a government, a state
The Avalanche of Nation

A Nation is
but mis-representation
Mis-representatives
it comprises
They rule or serve
a question not to be asked
You and I do not know
yet we seems to know all
The Avalanche of International

International is
but a misnomer
Nothing really is international
everything is mine
Mine is everything
The Universe exists
because I think
The Avalanche of Universe

The Universe is
but atoms and molecules
Electron and proton
neutron and positron
In eternal work
of an abysmal infinite chaos
Chaos is
what we all are!

The world is but an unfortunate accident
The immortal play of Gods and Goddesses
The result is
Nothing more than
a spite of an infernal chaos .

I Remembered Myself

I wanted a rose
you reminded me its thorns
I wanted purity
you reminded me its austereity
I wanted to work
you reminded me my health
I wanted beauty
you reminded me reality
I wanted solitude
you reminded me my friends
I wanted art
you reminded me its laziness
I wanted poetry
you reminded me its over indulgence
I wanted books
you reminded me my duties
I wanted God
you reminded my 'you'
I wanted you
I remembered myself
lost long ago
In unknown lands
of imaginations untold
yet by some
destiny unrecognised
recognised me.

Time

Yesterday passed in remniscing
Today in thinking
Tomorrow in anticipating
Time was, is, will be
pulsating
Years, months, days
Pass like tiny specks of dust
There is an unending oscillation
In the mind, listening
To the call of the wild
of yesterday
To the call of the superhuman
of tommorow-
Past was once present-
Present was once future-
all illusion
of Time

Go On

What came not into my life
A sullen passion
A stroke of avarice
A sense of helplessness
A song of despair
A scene of agony
A sable of sickness
A strike of sloth
A sate of surfiet
A scar of lust
A sheaf of tears
A self of Lucifer:
A shadow of my own self
But a voice within
So shrill, yet so deep
Life is possible
Go on...

Walking With You

Walking With You
down the lane
nothing crossed my eyes
It was you I was aware of
And the whole world became beautiful
The dusty road
The Crowded place
The bridge
The sunset
The madman
The on-lookers
Everything was beautiful
Until I looked at my watch
The reminder of the day
The reminder of the life , as well

A Life So Changed

A Life So Changed
(written after I visited a monastery)

A Life so changed
By the coming of spring
Unexpected it was
Took me by a wave
I let it
Let it caress me
Let it engulf me
Oh! how late I was to realise
That I wasn't
I was left in the sea
Untouched, Unblemished
The vastness surrounded me
Alone, all alone yet, I
Wanting to be engulfed
Stood watching
The wave receed
The spring receed
But the change refused to change.