You and Me

On sleepless nights
Call me from
heaven

On days you lumber
Remember
I am there

Hopes if slaughtered
Look for my
Impressions

For i dont exist
If you are not
aware

If you dont exist
Then find me
Everywhere.

Jab woqt paas aye mera...

Kab ankh band ho
Ki phir kabhi na khule.
Sans aye ki phir na aye
Us din ka intjaar hai mujhe,
Jindagi door aur maut
Kareeb nazar aye.

Khwahish na thi
Hamein samandaron ki
Ik bund mayassar kar
Teri pak rahmaton ki.

Hosh koya yun
Tere aagosh main phir
Deedar diya na
Kyun Alaah?

Tu gareeb nava
Phikra kar is rakibi ki
Ye dunia teri kab
Humdard fakiron ki.

E- parwar digar
Ye inayat kar mujh par
Mere maula mujhe de
Rahmat'e nazar.

Jab woqt paas aye mera
jholi main teri Inaayat ho.
Jami ban jaye khuda
Aur asman ...Alaah ho.!

जब जब मन कान्हा ध्यान धरे...

जब जब मन कान्हा ध्यान धरे...

कान्हा का तन
कान्हा का मन
चिन्ता सब
चितचोर हरे

मुरली की धुन
श्ववण मधुर सुन
चन्चल अँखियाँ
मृग स्वर्ण हरे

अर्पण तुमको
गोविन्द कमल मुख
यह जन्म पृभु
कृष्णम् सुमिरे

Cuckoo's Call

Cuckoo's Call

A sole burned tree
neither shed nor
Grow its leaves

Blossoms robbed off
Nor branch so green
Or seasons await...

But Nature awakes
In Her solitary reign
And call for a change

Sulken shadow rugged elm
Straw build nest
But the soil fertile.

Loosing lies, greed or anger
Lofty desire but
Hope resides.

Cuckoo's call shrills thr'u
dusk nor dawn
In the darkest of night

Its a merrier time
Incense breathing morn
For knowledge sunshine...!

cuckoo's call is the voice of our soul which can b heard only when we are truly detached and our mind is stable in the stillness of solitude.

Gyan

Gyan

When i was a child-
I knew You
I could feel, touch and love You.
How happy i was!
Blissful serene and joyous...

Now i am an adult-
I doubt You
I question, debate and divide You.
How perplexed i am!
Tensed, aimless and lost...

I yearn to be a child again
O, Ignorance
I plead.
Bless me with your maya
For You are
The Mother...!

तकदीर का विधाता

उड़ते देखा है
आसमां के वाशिंदों को?
ये परिंदे नहीं अक्स हैं,
तराशे हैं मैंने
रात की सियाही से।
कलम थी किरणों की
और तख्ती तकदीर की।

क्यँू झुकाऊंँ मैं सर
किस्मत के दरवाजे पर?
खुदा की इबादत में जो
झुकता है केवल,
कह दिया कल उसने
फिकृ न कर
ऐ बन्दे,
तेरी तकदीर का विधाता
मैं नहीं तू खुद है !

Story of a Mumukshu-- the spiritual seeker.

Search search search
Till you exhaust
Fly to the heights of heaven
Seeker
With wings and breath
No more....


As far as i remembered, i didn't want to come. I didn't want to take birth. Who would want anyway to leave that blissful state which was beyond all explanations and words. How to go back there was the question that kept hanging in the outer and inner space of my entire conscious and subconscious being, not letting me abandon my quest from the very moment of birth and stretched through the whole span of my spiritual life.

In early days of infancy mother was the only solace i got. In her lap i always felt the divine love but swiftly came the childhood bringing with itself new horizon of different gods and goddesses. Having the blissful state of childhood ignorance the variety didn't bothered me much, in fact, it gave way to intense curiosity of knowing the differences well.

Krishna captured my imagination with His little pranks, colourful attire and giggling tales. Bholenath struck my inner cord with his blue throat, poisonous snakes and utter simplicity. Goddess Saraswati couldn't be avoided long as she gave me intelligence to compete in study and of course, Hamumanji and Durgaji too were always given a prominent place in our mandir. There were many more who conquered my heart and soul.

Returning from school one day, at the age of five, i saw the virat roop of Ramji with Sita and Lakshman.... i collapsed. Mother consoled me saying that it happened due to some weakness but it was an incident which neither she nor i could forget for ever.

Why Ram? This question never strikes me surprisingly till late in my thirties. But that incident lead me to search.... for what, i didn't know.

I was a generally happy child with no particular desires but with a seemingly unquenching thirst to know. Holy books, dohe, or shloka based on occult attracted my fancy. I tried to seek through science but soon was told it has its own limit. I prayed in front of Bhagwad Geeta to let me understand its divine wisdom. I read whatever i could lay my hands on but as the resources were very few it lead me nowhere.

Life took a new turn and as the karmic cycle was on full swing, one storm came after another. Each and every suffering drew me closer to God. Not a single moment left without His remembrance. Though my God's name changed according to my psyche but my soul always knew His omnipresent nature, so it never mattered much.

Years of sufferings broke the physical body but spiritual body was taking it as agni pariksha. It came out of the holy fire like hot gold ready to get moulded and then came the first teacher.  Nature had started shaping the sculpture... I learned practices related to Buddha then came in touch with an Indonesian saint followed by a Bengali yogi and then some more saints of different origins.

Now the fire was burning inside. Nothing could solace me. I was like a fish dying without water or
was like a lover whose love had disappeared. Night and day my whole being burned in spiritual
agony. The more i meditated the quench became more fierce making my faith profound and surrender complete. Ready to leave anything and everything to reach, on the path of spirituality, I was a mumukshu.

The dawn always comes when the night is darkest. When the spiritual fire almost burned me came the first shower of His fragrant blessings. Gradually the darkness of the horizon gave way to a new born shinning sun that filled the entire universe with its golden glow. The path turned into destination and the destination was within me....i was the fish and i was the water, i was the lover and i was the loved one. Krishna became Buddha and Buddha turned into Guru Nanak Dev. The whole existence merged into one Omkar ..... Naam and Roop lost their identity, the multiplicity merged into one reality, beyond the laws of time and space, all was One.

I came to know, this journey has no end because it has no beginning.