Amma

 

Amma

Just the sound of Amma..

Gives such eminent calm,

That no state of spirituality can claim.

I wonder why sages meditate for ages,

And yet break furious by apsara & rage.

Wherein you stay gentle in different forms,

Help us gauge life in all stages.

You form solution to all our confusion,

Still equip us to make revolution.

Your voice strings many nodes,

Pulls me together and gets me grounded.

My fond for you is profound,

Sometimes I pond on you and make faces,

While you face all that with grace.

Being a mother myself today,

I am nowhere close to you or your shadow,

I am looking up to all tomorrow,

To be like ‘U’.

You are my universe and university,

In which I’ll continue to learn forever.

Love you Amma.

Let it go

Let it Go 

The closer you wind it,

The harder you will find it.

If you could hold it,

You can rule it,

Is just a thought in your mind.

 Mind it, you will feel full,

You will start making your own shell,

And slowly it would become your spell,

No magic wand in this land can expel

You from that hell.

Go out and let go all that you feel and hold,

It’s just like the breath,

That you can never hold for long,

Realize and release that sand,

The harder you grab,

The faster it will escape your trap,

Swap it, before your life becomes a crap.

Focus on what you are and where,

Remaining will be you with flair,

Be that person in your fairy-tale,

Live the moment with no trail,

Train yourself from everything that you fail,

Arm yourself up for a new sail,

That circles you and travels deep within you,

Looking for a bright and beautiful tomorrow.

Dear Men

Dear Men

Men, please be real,

If you feel,

Don’t make her your heal,

You never know, she too might have a nail,

Stuck in her feet that she never revealed.

Look into her eyes you will never fail.

Invest to know what made her pale.

Men, please be real.

You might see her walking on heels,

But deep down learn what she feels,

You might see her smiling and laughing with you,

In all lengthy walks and talks,

But try to see through her thoughts.

It might leave you spell bound at parts.

Men, please be real.

Nothing is a big deal,

So give up a little,

When you see her brittle,

Be gentle and get her warm water from kettle,

Sit next to her for a talk and cuddle.

Men, please be real

Get to know her zeal,

Before you own her, know what she feels

It is not about a day or two but a lifetime sail

With ups and downs, let nothing trail.

Let not the age peel away her glow,

Give her time and never a blow.

Men, please be real

Never forget she is just like you,

With all the emotions that trigger her,

By this world around that includes you.

Let her out of the jail of dictators,

Into the peace world, where she is a creator.

Whatever she might be for you,

She is first herself for her,

Treat her well for a life time treat.

My Runner

My Runner

Yes, I know you are a Runner

But once you become a runner up,

No one values you and your values,

But it’s not something that you wanted for yourself either,

Then why bother.

Yes, I know it’s not easy

To keep your eyes and ears closed,

And keep your heart and mind focused,

And yet run, My runner.

You remember when you were taught running,

You were taught only how to run and not how to win,

Then why has your focus changed in this particular run now!

For all you know, you are running now,

Yet a long way to go,

So don’t let your eyes to close,

Your hope to low, and

Your focus to dilute.

Yes, I know there are many ahead of you

But be happy that you too are in the race,

Although not with their pace,

Still, when you complete this race

Very much like others you have completely ran it through,

Although, a little late.

You might not get the attention of the crowd,

But you know, the crowd will cheer for anybody who tops the list.

They are not the judges, who grade you

It’s just the sound or noise that roars around the winner today and will die down tomorrow.

But it’s you who needs to grade and cheer yourself.

Yes, I know you can do this

May be you are not running ahead of the remaining,

But that does not mean you have not covered the distance behind you,

So cheer up for what you have behind you and keep moving forward,

Keep up the pace and don’t slow down,

Time will change.

Yes, I know you will do it J

Little drops

Let your mind grow,

Let it collect drops.

Don’t wait to harvest,

The ‘wait’ for a bigger one,

It can be a hailstone,

And might hit you hard.

Let your mind grow,

Allow it to collect bits.

Realize that you can consume only a bit in a bite.

When you fit in all with patience,

You can envision your passion bright.

Let your mind grow,

Let it connect dots.

Every new thing you learn, becomes your part,

It adds a dot to your completed degree in the past.

It gives you a new kick start.

 

Let your mind grow,

Give it a hard blow,

To fly high,

And glow forever.

Gravity

All that a Human brain needs, is a dyne.

Once it knows it’s gonna die,

It works for its survival,    dreadfully !

The moment it has got time to breath,

It just breaths,

Converting all oxygen into carbon dioxide,

And nothing else.

Manual operational mode, 

Of both the brain and the moods,

Are atter flop.

They are so floppy that,

It ends up unstable.

Doing no good, than burning all the fuel.

When under the threat of survival,

It’s the same brat brain,

That shows 100% efficiency.

It’s no efficacy,

But the consistency in the pattern,

That the humans have shown

for ages, of their evolution.

More than the survival of the fittest,

It’s the survival that evolved them, “The homo sapiens”.

It is no surprise,

And you are no specimen.

So live your Life,

Show your efficiency when required,

With full thrust,

Against all Gravity. 

Gap

 Gap

It is, what is between
What U want, and what U do.

Let alone the world say a lot,

Listen to your heart,

Has become the cliché of the era,

Where people say a lot but for 'sahara'.

Though the “want” is defined,

The path is not definite.

Your thoughts take U around, but not forward.

Sustained focus fickles,

That oscillates U from various source.

By the time U settle,

U realize, it left U pinned at that point in time.

The only way to reduce this gap in time,

Is to join hands with it,

For all good and bad.

Never fall apart.

You will reach where U wanted to,

As it is only the TIME that knows it all.

And will keep it a secret,

Until U become its buddy.

Image

You are what you project,

As an Image to others, to see and capture.

It is not their Imagination about you,

But your image that, you had projected out from your vision.

Though your Image is clear to you now,

Well the perception of others on it differs.

But there is nothing you can do to change it or cover it in their mind.

Image of oneself, shows the destination to oneself,

It needs constant effort to keep it dust free forever.

Such a constant Image removes blurred thoughts and starts getting clearer to others too.

Get working on your image and make it beautiful.

Wish list

                                                        Wish List

I wish I had it all,

I don’t know why,

It is damn easy,

To count things we don’t own,

But highly impossible to list, that we enjoy all alone.

In bliss,

We are blessed with a lot,

But never our thought accepts this fact.

Always we long for things,

And forget what we have all along.

It just takes a sec and no long,

To realize what we have,

And where we belong.

This tiny pin blows you,

Brings you down to reality.

Where things are both certain and not,

Where we just walk past space and time,

Adding our wish list,

Making it long and long and long.

Blowing it up and

Then once again realizing it all.

This cycle continues with different gains for all,

Amplified and attenuated to different levels,

Tuning our frequency at multiple stages of LIFE .

Growing Conscious

Growing Conscious

I hold myself tight,

To let not a drop out.

Frozen in me,

Are my zeal.

I grew conscious to all things around,

With fear, critic and wound

Made by this world.

I wound myself with a voice,

Carrying no sound.

I didn’t know the smallest move of mine,

Can generate hundreds of perceptions and interpretation,

With no intention of mine.

Making me far from myself,

My mind occupied by thousand things,

But none of mine.

Feeling of deprive and hopelessness,

Hovering around my fence.

Making me wind closer,

To reduce its circumference and dense.

Where I dreamt of my own castle

Of passion and interest,

Now only the remains of sand in my fist.

To commute in this community,

I need to compete.

Life has become a fleet,

Time is just sliding under my feet,

Even before I figured out to stand straight.

The fastest thing is not light,

But our plight.

Even before we see it clearly, we are in it.

Before I even realize and prepare

It is the part of my past.

Where am I running this fast,

Where is my destiny?

Figuring it out,

I am growing conscious,

About my past, present and future.

And my existence........ in present,

Has become a caricature.