A River When Floods…

Never underestimate her meek flow under your mighty bridge…It gives you life. Food and water to sustain that life….. It rinses your sins…and your poop. Her meek flow forgives and assimilates all alike…
She creates and sustains all forms of lives….But only man is worthless enough to rape her sweet loving motherly basin….
She forgives but it is not her weakness…..
When the river floods…she takes back all her gifts…It is her crude revenge just as violent as her love…
As she cradles them to rise, She can gulp civilizations down, mind you. The waters will cross your  tin-made bridges and engulf your false safety lines….
Every wound that you left on her sandy shores will be healed by her own power….but she will bury your egotist name deep under her current…. Can you heal your non- existence then?!
River is that woman in your life… think a hundred times before you rudely walk over her tender offerings…. she is your doting mother… your chirping sister….your sweet friend….your caring wife…your glowing daughter…. she is flowing around you, so that your life will never be deserted….
But let that not be forgotten… that a river when floods, takes back all her gifts….

You know…I know…

You know that I live… I know that you live…
We live beyond death…. we live across time…
you know that I love… I know that you love…
We love beyond death… we love across time…

You know that I wait… I know that you wait…

We meet beyond death….we meet across time…

 

I wish I could threaten you somehow…

But you trust me too much to do that..

 

I wish I could beg, you I could borrow..

But you are my pride, too elegant to do that…

 

I wish I could shout to the world…

I love you and you love me, no matter what…

 

You are too precious part of me to reveal so easy…

And in the end, though it sounds crazy…

 

You know that I live… I know that you live…
We live beyond death…. we live across time…
you know that I love… I know that you love…
We love beyond death… we love across time…

You know that I wait… I know that you wait…

We meet beyond death….we meet across time…

 

His Wordless Glance…

Through the drizzle of smiles and bows…
I hungrily look for that one critical eye,
whose satisfaction means world to me….

But the almighty appears so insensitive,
when he leaves me amidst these fawning angels….
…knowing I would blessed in his wordless glance…
than being at the gun-point of so many smiles….

though I smile and glow in this glory….
my heart yet chants his name incessant…

Musical Footsteps…

It was only at the dawn
that I realize the night was gone…
And there is just another day
to live through today…
There are tasks that do not really matter…
…words of frills and smiles that flatter…
But I shall light my lamp at the sunset…
Thy musical footsteps, I eagerly await…

I Go Away…

Sometimes it is important to go away….
…to admire you from distance…
…to admit that you are vital for me…

Time and distance we have outgrown….
rivers of ages have steadily flown…

no, the parting has never set me free….
…..but sometimes I go away…
….to admit that you are vital for me..

Behind All The Scenes..

I’m an ancient soul…
in search of my old mates…
I’m past fickle tempations
I’m past time and dates…
I have walked through slaughters…
I have seen glorious fests…
there are sunfilled vallies
and hidden dark treasure chests..
but my aged eyes can look,
past all these scenes…
there is a golden thread running deep…
and I know what that means…

Imperfectly Perfect…

we just play…. we only pretend….
in the divine enactment…
we just laugh…. we only resent…
our loves are momentary…
our hatred runs deep…
we are not really bad…
its actually love that we seek…
we just shout… we only fight
in the holy name of God…
we are blind….and innocent…
but no, definitely not fraud…
we forgive sometimes…
sometimes we truly love…
with every heart we connect
we rise from the muck, a bit above…
Inside these imperfect us
lives the perfect divine one…
To his love that we seek…
To him we return….