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