Tuesday, November 24, 2015

easy to blame

this whole world bores me, really -

Another day under pine trees

Another day under pine trees

Monday, November 23, 2015

The little fairies

===One Autumn morning, surrounded by === 

When I was roaming around the forest, I met these little fairies and, they had been shifting here and there, for their picnic spot. 
when they'd find the woods, they'd shout out loud. 

All had a work.
The boy-fairies enjoying nature. 

A stone for their picnic and the road is uneven ! Oh they all can fly !!!!!!

They found this spot but along with their loyal guard, they moved from there again. 

Their voices faded into the forest. May be - they found their picnic spot. 
One Autumn morning, surrounded by
"synchronicities and blessings all around"
all meaningful, pure and free.

autumn colors

Other people's idea of having fun. 

Friday, November 13, 2015

The memories of the fallen Shadow

Here , the self is revealed.

without any wishes or desires of its own,

it falls with the shadow to quench my thirsty eyes -

how liberating !

oh the self reveals...

this divinity !

This divinity ...

Out of the frame Still within the frame ..

like it was there

since countless years

Here I surrender to this divinity,

the darkest infinity

The clear reflection so distinct

pure and free

this unclear reflection,

still pure and free

The blurry reflection of the fallen shadow

on the gently moving water

And all these memories to keep for I can relate it to the depth of life !!!

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

May be not.

Sleep awakes deeply as,

hammock swings gently

the night fades into dark

under the moon-lit night.

To the sound of here; 

the tiny waterfall 
down on the green pond,

on its own rhythm 


The fishes under water 

let the cat drink the water

oh they let him drink

so, he doesn't eat the fishes 

how they live in harmony !

or my hammock is lonely? 

 One day the cat may change his mind. 

The fishes under water 
let the cat drink the water
oh they let him drink
so, he doesn't eat the fishes 
how they live in harmony !
May be, one day the cat changes his mind. 

Monday, October 26, 2015

All is seen, All has been told.

Everything returns.

May be in different forms through different people, at different time and space ... but everything returns ! 

Fortunately, I've spent uncountable moments being with nature and just few, being with humans! 

My favorite time of an any day ! .....Just when the sun goes down and everything looks still visible then, one after another, some at the same time, lights from far away home shines in the darkness and I think of returning home !! 

like an object for my thoughts,
utterfly ! utterfly !! 

जितेर के हारेर के !

सके आफ्नो मनलाई जित्नू , नसके प्रयास नछोड्नू ! 

Sunday, October 25, 2015


In your light, 
I glow more. 
In my light, 
you, be my shadow! 
In your shadow..
I, the light. 

Saturday, August 15, 2015

Wisdom of fire

Now that I'm known to the fire
 once had burned me    down;
In the dark, in my mind 
an agony ripped off its own fate
It lost its way, 
Changed its forms,
Knowing not where it shall go
and it went round and round 
to begin to end;  to end to begin

Then, the delusions died 
sparkling in the blue blue
 flame of fire.

Oh the king of all warmth !
Hey the light of darkness !!
Oh the essence of glory !!!
Did you touch my soul? 
Oh then Did I dance, 
upon your grace? 
 or Am I 
drunk with your wisdom, 

hey fire!
If you'd return to things you'd burn, 
For what you'd exist  
then what you can teach ?

Hey the light in darkness,
Oh the king of all warmth!

Blaze ! 
Blaze !! 
till eternity. ...

Friday, August 7, 2015

what makes us free

 Love yourself even more and it reflects on others when you express. Love in its purest form, sets one no boundary yet one is light and loved. It isn't just a feeling but a practice, a state of mind. 

Wednesday, July 15, 2015


घृणा जाग्यो मलाई !
हे देह ! हे माया !!
 तँ कस्तो भ्रम ?

Tuesday, November 19, 2013


It won't be the same because, 
you won't be. 
Time was not you 
you were not time
neither time exists 
nor you do, 
even you being you 
and me being me 
none of us exists, really. 


Because she is soulless

 out from the woolen threads 

my hairs were made,

eyes as hazel as they could get 

but could only stare 

forever into the soul

that - 

you never made. 

I don't know why I was decorated so well 

that one could buy ! 

Every pedestrians make faces

to the creature without the soul,

but framed so well. 

 will they ever know what I already know ? 

and someone leaves me there on the table, 

hurriedly, sits in front of mirror, 

looks at me every now and then 

to draw the five moles exactly the same 

 she looks at me again

as if it meant I had to look

Oh, the one with the soul, 

why you want to look alike 

to the one without the soul?? ? 

Oh, the one with the soul, 
why you want to look alike ,  
to the one without the soul?? 

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

River of my eyes.

look at the river of my eyes, 
you will see an end
that never stops
 for you to observe 
to look into, 
without talk.