My experience

My experience with less trodden path (that is-dhyan)--

"And when you go deep in ocean you are afraid....waves are higher around the shore but then they are shallow there and here they are deeper.... churns you from within....its so vast the endlessness is diluting your already molecule like existence..... you are alone...now you know if you give up you will drown and you also are very much aware of your diminishing strength.....sun is about to set and water is getting colder.... no hope no light....

Dont give up....the cry that comes out now is pure and will take you to your destination fast...and believe me...its inevitable!"

I care!

To mend the broken dreams
And heal those bleeding hearts....
To voice staggering speech
And wipe off salty eyes,
No need to have or spare
millions...
If you dare....
Just say, "I care!"

Ek fasana

Jindagai ki kathin rahon par
asman nahi milta.
Hum khade rahte hain samandaro par
Wo jahan nahi milta.
Tair kar lahro par jana hoga
Rasta jo kathin hai wahi thikana hoga
Badhate kadam phir roke na jayenge
Tab jami na nazar ayegi
Asman hi tera fasana hoga!!!

Some precious thoughts

In the drama of life sometimes the stage is ragged, the role is shoddy, dialogues are forgotten, lights are poor, backdrop is torn.... no matter how hard you try, the audience is unresponsive.... you enact your last best part and the curtain doesnt drop when you wish.... all hope vanishes...and then someone claps! people gets up to give you standing ovation... you take your last breath leaving the stage for others to perform for the show must go on.....!!!


Surrender..... If you want to know Him ......for He knows the purpose of our actions and thoughts....until every small bit of our ambition, our desire, our dream is filled with His name....until we surrender our last worldly wish to His longing.... until  we hear in the silence of night the cry of our own heart.... until we turn our very soul into wet clay...... That Divine Sculptor won't chisel our life to His design!


There is so much written everywhere.... does anyone know the truth? That all questions ends where He prevails.... there wont be any trace of you or me.... this world turns into liquid... having waves and mingling in that vast ocean of Super conciousness... the drop being as powerful as the sea itself... sparks consists of the same properties of fire itself and lotus blooming as the sun itself... there cant be any end for there wasnt any beginning... it is absolute, omnipresent.... and mysterious to those who knows not and for knower it is.... Self.

An ephemeral world

An ephemeral world--

Strolling on a beach
Once
I looked behind to see
my own footprints;
Small yet precise -soft and fragile
They were mine!
 That filled my heart
A sense of pride-' i am me.'
The damp sea air, the fading twilight
A pungent smell and some broken shell-
It was complete
Myself and my footprint!

I walked to create more
Storing the image
till it ached n sore
Having a last look i left for the day
Promising to return
I could never be assured.

Reaching home tired at midmight
Exhausted on bed
with everlasting smile.
Before it closed asleep
A ray penetrated my eyes
Peeping from my window
Full moon was trying to hide.

Sinking heart missed few beats
It just realised-
On my secluded beach
There must be a sea with a roaring tide....
I knew before i sleep
 I have to recreate
Again n again
The world i left behind!


I felt this very strongly yeasterday that involvement into this ephemeral n perishable world made us forget the mighty sea-- the almighty God. By the time we realize the futility of our actions, its too late n then we have to relive, take rebirth, again n again.

Life is a book

Life is a book.... wide open..... for anyone to read and judge... everyone can become his or hers own critic..... choices are laid down..... nothing is hidden..... one can open chapters of ones own choice- no boundation..... one can start from the finish and finish at the start- weird yet perfect..... cover and pages signifies nothing- only the matter counts..... filled with the stories of tears and smiles, saints and satans- promises to never let the reader be bored.... how old it may be- rugged and dirty- its value remains the same- priceless- as even the angels need it to cross the finishing line!!!

Maya

With deepest feelings
i shall pray
Reconcile your maya
I am far away

A starry veil
Just half withdrawn
A silent gaze
Or a sultry yawn
All half truth
of a passing night
Babies of dawn
Who are born to die

Charm gives wings
And angel's shrine
heart went still
I dreamed
a misty wine.
Am i awake
Or asleep?
Its a magician's wand
That makes grass dewy
Of a forbidden lawn!