Build your stairs before the flood!

Last breath do all see in certain
None can escape death,
Be it a vivid flower
or a winged beauty in the sky

Perceive a difference, O! human..
Frequency of life at its best in us
So is our frequency of death
The plane from which we breathe our last
Is all that matters at the end

Plane of death is most crucial
Masters, disciples and all face death..
But, be sure the plane's not the same

When the floods approach,
Use the stairs to reach your terrace
The stairs built while alive
That alone paves way to get on top

Each step built by maturity,
contemplation & understanding
Strive hard to construct your stairs
Wasting no moment in vain
For the floods may just be around the corner

Life-given & taken .... Strange game indeed!

Life, I see all around
One day, snatched away from us
Why at all is it given

Giver of life, ofcourse not a fool
To give it to us, to take it away
Life breathed in us all
Rests back with a 'hope'
A hope that a few may taste it

To taste life has He given to us
None to blame if one tastes not while alive
As rules pervade, He takes it one day
But leaves us not from tasting

Plans to pack us in bodies different
With the same hope, indeed
Persistent gets He with His game
Before death-bells ring
Let's fulfill His one small hope & leave

संस्कृत श्लोकाः

1. तत्त्वभरितवाक्यैर्मे जायन्ति सर्वसंशायान् /
आराधितुं गुरुम् एषो धन्यं मे जीवनस्सदा //

Meaning: By your words filled with depth and substance, all my doubts vanish. To worship such a Guru, this life-time of mine is blessed.

2. सह धावेम अस्माभिः धावनस्पर्धजीवने /
असूययोपमानेन जन्मं नोचेत् अनक्श्यत् //

Meaning: We have to run the running race of life with none but ourselves. If not, our life will be ruined by comparison and jealousy.

Eyes that have seen....

The Divine calls on to show
To show none but Herself

Alas, blinded get we to Her call
lives pass on, we rise and fall

Very few wait on & strive
For a glimpse of their heart's Lord
A glimpse that relieves their longing eyes
Only to rest with a fulfilled spirit

Great souls, supreme swans have seen it all
A sparkle in their eyes proves it all
Deep will be their vision there on
For divine they see in one and all

Mother grateful to Her child

Sweet are Her words, yet sharp
Straightly penetrate into our skin
Awakening all cells blinded in misconception

For very long, have we tried to build on
Nothing but our identities strong
Mother arrives in, attempting to knock it down

Her charm n glory displayed fervent
In paving ways for destroying our egos
One such way's slipping into Her Sangha
Persistent needs the ego to flee
Else, no where do we get to,
except nurturing our head-weight

Mother and child, both responsible
For bringing joy mutually in each others hearts
Simpler a process ceases to exist

Ah! perceive the ecstatic smile of Her
Our ego when offered to Her feet;
Only for Her to slay it and dance on

Eternally grateful gets She
Towards Her child for this act
Nothing more expects does She
Only but to find us in action and in inaction....
with not a slight tinge of ego

What more joy lies in us children
Other than keeping our Mother in ecstasy
Let's consciously move in life, bearing no identity
Every situation She creates with a sole motive
To dance in gratitude on unmasking us
From our vivid masks of false identities

A strange picture I see

The more the days that come by
The more does it get mysterious
Each day unpacks in creativity around me
Making me stay in wonder perpetually

She hides herself in the withering leaves
In the waning moon, in the soft breeze
My cells does she hide in, in my emotions too
Peeping out from everywhere,
Only making Her presence evident

A picture that is as puzzling as ever
Am very much in the frame
My heart does yearn, once at least...
To step out of the frame for the real view

My hand when stretched out for help
A hand does come by and take me to the skies
For a glimpse of the whole in one go
Indeed, grateful am I to this guiding light
None other than my Master,
Alive today in skin and blood

Comparison - The Green-eyed Monster

Every child born unique
Filled with potentials and talents
To express them is prime
Fulfillment to be touched
Being the only purpose of taking birth

On landing, blinded get we
By a green-eyed monster
His name being 'Comparison & Jealousy'
Fills the inner chambers of us
Strangling us to live else's desires

This needle of comparison may poke us
Deflated we fall and scramble
Let's forget not to soar high
As happy as a vivid bright balloon
Flying free, up in the blues

Plea to taste the permanent

Bhakti, an emotion strewn across the planet
Its concept remotely perceived
The existence of devotion taken casually
Just greed and fear fueling it, alas

Having pondered over this
Lands me to an answer...

Impermanence of the worlds seen, outer and inner
Deep has its roots in our cells
Making the plea to that Intelligence
To lead our spirits to the permanent

Seeking for the understanding
Paves a platform for bhakti to flower
Devotion ripened with right knowledge
IS the one and only key to get there

May this urge get urgent
May this plea reach restlessness
May that Intelligence help us to taste the permanent
May all mortals taste their immortality!

Breathe Her before your last

Sun rises and so does the moon
We breathe in and out persistent

Casually gulping millions of air packets
Pushing time and life forward

Purpose of life misconstrued
Last breath when approached,
Scramble do we in vain for more

She very much lies in each inbreath, outbreaths too
Making us up on our toes is she ofcourse

A longing to breathe Her is prime
For if not, repentance are we left with

Intensity has it all, to taste Her spirit
Breathe Her before your last!
It's simple, She's right here....

What for is all this?

Questioned ever have you,
the well harmonized cells
Persistently in action
Any anticipations have they??

What joy does a stomach get?
What reward do the WBC's get?
Why should the bone strengthen?
What do the alert nerves get in return?

Such dedication in their work
Such precision, such perseverance
So many intelligent molecules on the move
All packed in skin, flesh and bones

Yes, you hit the nail on the head....
Vested interests have they, evident
Posing constantly as reminders
Of our existing alive in skin

Ponder over, and over again
Until the purpose of our existence get clear
The very questioning leads you to the Ultimate, friend!

You are born King!

Strive not for any goal;
For there exists no goal!

Gradual progress is not the way
A moment's pause; slap yourelf; awaken
That is the only way...

Shed your beggar robesright away
Know Thyself to be a King
Now, hold on to the reigns of Kingship
For the Kingdom of the Whole belongs to Thee, Always!

Thrill of the Uncertain

Joy of life stolen away
when planners and organizers rule the way

Fall out once from the monotony
Aliveness and freshness befalls
Every moment; await in suspense
to look in thru' the eye of the Uncertain

Feel the thrill of the next turn;
For you know not what's in store

Succumb not to the dull mind
Pestering always to stay on sure tracks

Simply don't befriend the dry certainty
For the key of life is in the hands of the uncertain

Celebrating amidst impermanence

In this world of impermanence
busy are we setting goals

For a moment, let's think
'What is this mad rush for?'

Look into your dear Self deep
It surely has something to say

A few desires brought have we
Energy too have we tagged along
Intelligently work them out, burn them out
For, the climax of death shall be in peace

He's there, very much...

Heart's assured He's there
Very much with arms wide out
He cares not for our conviction
that He is forever embracing

Pour out your Being to Him
For not a way has He to escape
Hiding just beneath every breath
Keeping us on toes, on & on

Aware or unaware be us
He holds onto our hands, tenderly
Leading us to unseen depths
The depths of heightened bliss forever!

Embraced Forever..!!

Foolish are we indeed
For we know not the Truth

Long before our birth
All along the way, our life
At our last breath too
Embraced and protected are we

Oblivious to these protecting hands
As though alone, staggering in fear

Persistently showered are we
Just relax into His warm arms
For He IS there forever...

Relax into the lap of Hers

Somewhere along the way,
A heavy boulder, called 'mind'
Have we tied meticulously to our Beings
With strings of 'ego'

By and by, boulder n strings
Crowned as King & Queen
Ruling the kingdom of life
Only but to make things worse

Blinded are we by the rulers
Getting assured of life's reins in their hands
For a moment, let's pause and ponder
'Who's the real crown-bearer'

Pop comes the answer
Existence, form or formless can be
It's She who has designed us
She who will guide us
It's She who will care and caress
She it is, who knows what's best

Left are we, only but to relax
Farewelling the dark mind and ego
to fall into Her hands, Her lap...

Who's the one enjoying?

Gravely mistaken are we
to even think we're the enjoyers
In vain, trying to feel good
That moment strikes depression

Unique talents strewn across
Some having none, though
Who do you think is enjoying this?
The bestower, ofcourse
Never, for a moment fence in with possession
For all belong to Thee!

She's thrilled all along
Gracing us and enjoying
Vivid seems her plan
For, she alone knows best what to pack us with

Your landing here...

Unconscious my be our landing
Reasons pondered over; in vain
Assumed a form, clueless why!

Serious gets our life
Pulls and pushes of life taken hard
with every little endeavor draining
Forgetting to catch the thread,
To celebrate life have we landed

Eyes have we, only but to see the Ultimate
Ears have we, only but to hear Her call
Tongue have we, only but to utter Her praises
Hands have we, to work for Her
Entire body down we brought
Only for experiencing the Ultimate

Awake? Then get Awakened!

A man with eyes
Fears not a man blind
Least a clue does he have
What an eyed one is upto

Think again, the reason
For the blind fearing the eyed one
Simple, Awake is he...
to the world outside

Just turning into an analogy...

A brush with an Awakened one
Alerts on the one who isn't..
Why tremble with fear like the blind
Let's allow the happening to happen
of an unawakened one becoming awakened!

Both the worlds seen by the awakened
Putting one on track to seek
Why bother what He's up to
One thing alone demanded always
is our openness & patience

Pray to Become God; Pray NOT to God

Enter in to the Energy field

fresh as a child, eyes wide

Only to be led to a new space

Just step in, ring the bell

Inner chatter gets a death blow

Further in, grab on a pillar
Shut down the senses you can
Just allow the silence to penetrate you
Beware, you may meet yourself!

Some steps further in,
You meet God, in stone or marble
Think not of praying TO Him
Just meditate, you BECOME Him

Prayers answered, no doubt
Only the impermanent joys reaped thus
Just look in, get curious
Your permanent aspect shows up,
Your divinity, your omnipresence;
Your identityless-ness, your zero boundaries
Indeed, you have Become YOU now!


(this poem is written to emphasize the very significance of TEMPLES the planet, and an effort to make understand the aspect of worship in our lives. The sacred temples have been reduced to mere greed-fear fulfilling stations, and not as an incubator to become that God ourselves).

Meet the Serpent, Slay him

Coiled meekly within

Lying comforted in silence

Juggling with masks, on & on

On a confused errand, switching roles

Vividly displaying his permanency

Not aware his slayer's near

Hisses his way along

With a bold badge of defence

Poke him, he at once retorts

Raising his hood, only to prove himself big

With the bow of Un-clutcihng

Shoot out arrows of awareness, persistent

Slay on, pause not this game

Watch then; the head of the serpent of ego shatter

to be led to doors of a new realm

The realm of the divine, unseen before!

The Eyes of my Intimate

Waves of darkness spilt all over
At once assumed a form, human's..!?
Leading my way; She opened my eyes
Only to look into Her eyes

She held my hand, i held Hers
Shows me all around, far and near
Experssing Her grandeur every moment
To immerse me inspired with awe

Eyes of my Intimate
Eyes of the Existence
Eye-to-eye watching Her,
stuns me more as never imagined

She flies as a fly, blooms like a lily
Twittering as a sun-bird
Journeys me in and out,
of a weaver bird's castle

Endless getting this endeavor
Tirelessly opening up vividly
In the micro world and in the macro space

Stay open, for the intimate awaits on;
To widen one's frame of sight
Only to discover the freshness, the novelty
Of my intimate one, the Existence

The Call of the White kingdoms

At a slight tilt of head, in skies open
None can afford to miss
The cottony castles;
with Water & Air crowned as King & Queen

Free to form their own form
With boundaries undefined wildly
On an errand to convey
Something, but nothing!

Gently smiling their way
With silver strings binding them
Mere dialogue of the 2
Brings down rain-pour
Ah! perceive their harmony

Having entered their kingdom, by sight mere
Leaves one in awe forever

Who do you think?

The Whole awaits on
For you to become the Whole

In deep slumber, consistent
Pulling on like dead zombies

In vain, trying to postpone death
Forgetting this is the only certainty

Just short of a hard slap
Only to eternally awaken us to the eternal...