holika_and_pralhad

Burning Holika in me ,
that the love of pralhad may express.
In the bricks , mortals and malls ..
In the body of glocal society ..
In the streets of Manhattan ,
In the rocks of himalaya ..
In the towers of mumbai ..
In the silence.. between a traffic jam .. in the city of joy..

Like this way
In the way I am going
having no address ..
Facing the stranger staring in my eyes
One pain is only standing in my heart

Like this way
Let your eyes meet with mine
Let me design my eyelids, by all the tears of yours …
You are where there, in all the moment with me ..
It might be .. my body have stayed some time without you …
And sometime with you.

Like this way ..
I cannot see the sadness in your face
I don’t find your relation with sadness a good one
Hear my request .. remove this sadness from your face ..
Give all your sadness .. my address …
And let me liberate from your symbol
And go deeper in your love ..
on a journey from soul to soul …

Oneday , I will become a eternal lover
I will live in the dream of love..
And there will be flow of words
Explaining my love ..

Oneday , I will become a eternal lover
Tell me my mind ..
When I will become a eternal lover ?
Which way you are going .. to become a eternal lover
What have you not got so far ..
What are you are searching for ..
What is that you have not heard
What is that you have not seen .. so far

Oneday , I will become a eternal lover
In life and love ..
Whenever I have seen anybody new ..
Oh my mind …You have always asked, is this the one ? .
Whom you are searching for ..
Whom you are missing ..
Who will make me an eternal lover ..

Oneday , I will become a eternal lover
Please tell me my mind ..
When my search will end .
And I will find the one I am searching for ..

You also Know that .. and I also know ..
That our roads are becoming different ..
Even if you will be away , you will still be in my memories
So, never bid the final goodbye ..

The fantasy of the clouds
And the boats made by paper ..
Small steps of watery mind
And smell of jui flower..
refreshing the shower of life
We have become together .. when we are parting
So, never bid the final goodbye ..

Two minds were walking together
In the mist of winter ..
Waiting for a bright sunlight
with the heat of life ..
Now the tramlines, have taken different turns..
Lets not forget, we have crossed many summers together..
So, never bid the final goodbye ..

Meeting with Night,
In your afternoon.
Don’t know where is going ..
the tram slipped from line.
Still dream of a new beginning,
flying more kites of different colour
in the blue sky of afternoon …
My Brave Mind …
Give some more courage ..
that I can wait for the dawn
in midst of darkest night ..
to smell the flowers of morning
to see the color of waking sun
My Brave mind ..
Show me some courage ..
if sometime in the morning ..
the cloud surrounds the sky ..
with a full blown storm ..
to cross the long dream of thunderlight ….
to reach you …after a long wait.

Walking around the rainy path towards my garden ..
There are strange emotions ..
Like a human being could feel sometimes in life
That there is also a worth .. sometimes to stop running
…chasing things
Sit back and become silent …
Just like the pole star … remain where it is …

Sometimes there are drops of water ..
Falling from the leaves ..
After a heavy rain ..
Enjoying the falling drops , and not the rain …
Enjoying the individual which stay within us
Looking at the leaves .. and not the tree
Looking at the small and not the big .,,
Looking at the little moments .. for sometime ..

Every human being should be given that chance ..
To look towards the little and not the big ..for sometime in life …

Imagine for sometime , that those little moments don’t exist ..
The leaves don’t exist .. and only there is a tree …
There is no small blisters in my back , there are just mountains ..
There is no candle in my room and there are only stars ..

The candle and stars are equally important to me …
I don’t want to loose the light which is so close to me ..
For a light so big and so far .. like the light of star
I want to stay with light of candle so small, and yet so bright …
Might be, for sometime in life …

Dreams

Dreams like reflection of water
can, move away, with a stone …
Is not what I dream about you ….

My dreams are as real, as the world itself
It flows from time to time …
And make time spurn out of it …

It makes me feel, that I have crossed the galaxies
And reached into the other corner of universe…
Where there is no shadow of you …
Where the bodies are lost ..
I stand with you, as pure, like a embryo ..
In the womb, of Universal mother.

This roads, and journeys from one city to another ..
This traffic , and this crowd
The call of owl, in the middle of night …
This madness …cutting across multiplexes, shopping malls
and my favorite lonely secret places …

I reach where the planets meet
And stars host …

There I am .. standing with you ..
Where the world, just looks like a long cherished dream ..

In a pin drop silence ..
my mind floats away ..
towards a unknown plane
in a dreamlike space,
where I don’t know anything.

It only thinks about you …
I hope the night will end like that ..
and you and me ,will stay together ..
in a long cherished dream.

If you want, there will be rain ..
or if you want ..
the moon will be awake..
in the skin of cloud …

In the silence .. my thoughts move away..
towards that dream .. I don’t know
.. where everybody wants to love
and become one ..

there are so many lights..
and so many colors..
only my drawing book is empty
waiting to express
something unknown,
something untouched
something I have not felt yet.

I hope that … in this celebration ..

The distance of you and me, will also be merged in a long silence …

I am in search of my sacred star.
running across the planes of life
crossing so many rivers,
I have still not reached her ..

The blue ocean and the bright moon
the clouds of morning sky ..
the lonely evening …
and the sounds of midnight ..
They are all partners, in my search.

My fearful face … and my inability..
the crowd of life around me ..
and the crow on my roof top ..
and my night of depression ..
are all in the search of my sacred star.

Some sends me a cool breeze ,
and some a help file ..
on “how to search”
Some also ask me to have a look
at my wrist watch ..
with a satire smile ..
Yet .. they are all part of my search.
.. unknowingly..

Who says you have to find the
sacred star ?

Isn’t the world ,moving everyday
in a search of something which are never found …

Yet we keep on searching ..
in a hope .. we might find..her..
someday … somewhere.

The world and I, keep on continuing
the endless search …

Then in a winter night it stopped.

The waves of endless desire , and the frustration followed by them .

Death slowly peeped in .
The body is no longer there .
The muscles and bones are gone ..
But do ideas die ?

So many kings who have ruled the world, at there times, with mightiest army, and enjoyed the greatest pleasure in this world, are vanished ..

Time has swallowed the greatest personalities in this world .

But can it swallow an original idea ?