Listen, O! proud seeker

The Master recognizes your urge

Being gets relaxed

By & by, ego gets thrilled

That you are a recognized seeker

People feel high about this

Try all routes to nurture..

this recognition & pride

and hold on tighter the form

Cozy with the attention got

This pride gets no far

Drop at once this foolish identity

Go behind the questions

you had from birth

Answers come from everywhere

Your urge becomes the cosmic urge

Every tiny creature comes to your rescue

Every enlightened Being in body or without

Nurtures you closely

Until this drop knows of the ocean

Until this drop learns it IS the ocean !

Album of virtual images ?!

Born with nothing; go back with nothing
At some point, an album we grab
We behold it close to our hearts
Only to fill the empty pages soon

With eyes open, or closed,
All we see are but virtual images
People we see, objects we experience
Places we visit, actions we do
Vivid & real though they appear
All but are virtual moving images

Waste not time in protecting hard
these virtual images of the past
By & by, past enjoyed in future;
becomes our life-style; Beware!

All we are striving hard is..
To hold tight the loving breeze
To grab the free flowing river
To capture this virtual world..
Alas, virtuality trying to covet virtuality :-D