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

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...

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..........