Festive Presence

amidst snowflakes, 
lore corroborated 
exhilaration galore,
my disquieting mind,
filled with an ensnaring joy,
craved to find you,
by my side,
from the flurry of excitement,
Season's elations
from the vapors of glee..
i came out to balcony,
looking at the stars
and joys all around,
i inhaled your presence,
the blooming feel-goodness! 

Merry Christmas.





 

Harbinger

the impassioned euphoria, 
the feel-good wintery dreams,
the overcast sky,
appearing like a clean slate,
blue and clear
the stereotype flummery,
sometimes irritates me,
the warmth 
as if gone for a long leave,
even in the holidays time!
and love is reserved,
for equals
or more equals
don't ask..
why not for less equals
or less privileged,
for i  have evolved like this
for years
for my benefits
i don't see the darkness,
behind the sparkling lights
on the streets,
crying faces,
with a lid of despair,
know, by this time,
how unmoved,
the brothers and sisters are
a fiasco of heart,
a zone of endangered compassion
feeling good,
with them
is a wonderful thing to do,
with a joystick of love
for the search engine of heart,
for looking out,
for the supreme light,
elsewhere,
is nothing but a profanity!

Self searching

is-2

birth of a midnight thought,
a cognition of aloneness,
a by product of a messy hectic day,
engulfing many of my roles,
performed during the day,
as an actor in life drama!
haunting roles
a trail of being misunderstood,
a knoll of subdued emotions,
a farrago,
overpowering my 'now'
my fear 
my pain
my hatred 
or someone's else sourced to me!
believe me
this is not my original 'me'
the 'me'you saw,
is my outer surface,
covered with layers of afflictions,
manoeuvring my restless tendencies,
to meet the material or sensual objects
for the 'true me'
is love purity bliss incarnate,
the epicenter of unalloyed joy!
while searching the true me or self,
to hold on to it for ever...
hidden in the cocoon of chest chambers
or pineal gland or heart,
i thought
no matter where the self is located,
let me try withdrawing my mind and senses,
from the objects
towards a journey of spiritual consciousness,
towards a pinnacle of 'true me'
for bliss supreme that is ineffable,
before this thought is lost in to oblivion,
before another same day resumes it's work!   
        

Change

the dried stream 
was once full of life
flora and fauna all around
the dry leaf was once green
not flying here and there,
with a provocative gush of wind
the wrinkles were once firm,
reinforcing the ego of immortality
the futility of their resistance,
to change!
irreversibility of physical change
thank God
mental change is reversible
a mind conditioned,
to sway of likes and dislikes,
enslaved to addictions,
of anger jealousy greed,
proliferating a set of actions,
and the boomerang chequered,
joy or sorrow
happiness or unhappiness,
for all to see,
a swirling pattern,
of living the life,
based on the circumvention,
of song of likes and dislikes,
miles away from equanimity
or liberation!
staying firm,
in abidance of one's duty
and devotion,
Paves the way for repose,
a respite in mind,
a state of mind,
of nothing much
or nothing less
is it steadfastness,
in duty,devotion,
or right attitude,vision?
a change from within!
Yes
a big Yes!




Steady Intellect

is

the minefield of ego,pain,failure
is wide open
peace of mind 
always a victim
when the victim is not a victor,
happiness always a plausible miss
paving way for mainstay hedonism
or unbearable heatwave in lives
when the fruit of actions,
are regarded 'mine' crediting the doership,
the impunity from worry for fruit,
hard to achieve. 
steadying the intellect 
to the thought that fruits of actions,
are of God
whether success or failure
joy or sorrow
precluding the contemplation of objects,
leads the way to the dispassion,
breaking the chain of attachment
or cycles of desire,anger,delusion!
the wisdom of tuning in
to a path of discounted doership,
the seasoning of intellect,
leaving the screenplay to the creator,
are nothing but way to go..
towards eternal bliss
happiness
or beyond!  

What you say !

is-12

as i embraced the new winter
under the blanket
still awake
eyes half closed
and began my soliloquy..
searching solace from nostalgia,
you came on to the stage
en route the blanket,
to sing the lullaby for me!
when i longed for hearing your voice,
you sat still
like a silent freesia
i wanted to tell you
how the bench near the mall,
laughing at me 
how the still hibiscus, 
sympathizing with me
how the photo frame on the wall,
accusing me
i wanted to tell you
how i missed the full moon
or even the thin crescent
after the fortnight of darkness!
i wanted to tell you 
how i wanted
a meaningful hyphen in our relations
what you say
say something now,
please!       
 



Dear Mind!

is-11

the horizon is not fixed 
the assortment of layers,
sprinting from the mould of subconscious
to the mound of hidden subtle thoughts,
biased or unbiased
rich or trivial 
the cruise encompassing from here to there,
from least to most
from mundane to surrealism 
from the transparent ambience of heart
to knoll of jumpier sniveling!
if you are with me now
the next moment you accompany me
to them or there,dissecting everything,
forming the cocoon of my behaviors!
at times I wonder
who controls you
are you auto-controlled!
or it is my wisdom or ignorance,
my background,my persuasion,
my being prone to hypnosis around! 
or my neurotransmitter
I once thought to bring a rope
to chain you in a corner,
unplugging from the main socket,
only to invite a stinking darkness
go wherever you want
no curb on your freedom
but just a request..
change your direction,may it mean a misdirection
towards the pinnacle of positivity,love
leaving the tracks of hatred,ignorance or fear
far behind 
for the endorphins of goodness,
brainwashing,persuading all that come in between
for you make my day
perhaps you make me what I am!