The Mother’s Love

MOTHER
An unparalleled love and compassion
A deep affection that knows no frontiers
Spreading through every pore
Encompasses all in her unconditioned bosom.
Yet the center of her attention
The magnetic needle of her soul-affinity
Ever rests in the heartbeat of her beloved child.

Poet’s Perspective
A mother’s love is unparalleled. What is singular about her love is that it is capable of being universal and personal at the same time.

Void of the Heart

VOID
The heart-volcano erupts
And spews torrid tongues of lovelessness.
A pain sears the soul.
Should I thank that I am blessed
Or writhe in agony?

Poet’s Perspective

The quest has always been to find out what is hidden in the dark recesses of the heart. The workings of the heart are subtle. When the heart is filled with pain it erupts. It then gets the needed relief. Should it feel happy or should it regret for having been filled with sorrow? This is the enigma of the heart.

On Dream

DREAM
After all the living, all must end.
The cold morning grass underneath,
The birds with their heart-bursting songs,
The star-spangled dark skies,
The hidden cricket’ resounding scream,
All must to the mortal senses
Be no more but a fleeting dream.

Poet’s Perspective
Sensory perceptions by adding their color make life attractive. But when the time comes for the colorful dream to end these feelings vanish. When the bubble of life bursts, the air in it and the watery film disappear at the same time. Sensual enjoyment is ephemeral. There is something beyond that which gives lasting happiness and hence is real.

On Freedom

FREEDOM
Time passes me and in his eyes
I behold a vile laughter aflame.
A dark blanket of silence envelops me:
A silence that shackles my arteries of joy.
Is it that I should on some sunrise feel
The true worth of freedom?

Poet’s Perspective
A person ignored by time is overtaken by inertia. To break the shackles of inertia is difficult for empty silence kills both heart and soul. The mind waits for a new dawn a new awakening in the form of freedom. The same time that once ignored the person again gives him an opportunity to awaken and enjoy freedom. Time’s duality startles one.

Awakening

LIGHT
An unseen hand strikes a forgotten note,
A heart-melody flashes through the silence,
And a soul-tune escapes the melancholy-bars.
The Stardust of memories spreads over the night-mind,
All that is dark must one day shine.

Poet’s Perspective
The craving to bring about revolutionary changes leading to unbounded happiness is a youthful dream. An unseen hand must lead, a Krishna must preach, a Christ must reawaken the masses, a Vivekananda must dehypnotize the slumbering mind. The process of awakening must be an ongoing one.

On Progress

PROGRESS
A silent roar of the heart’s turbulence
Escapes the still, speechless, sentenced eyes
A thunder falls where another lately fell-
All must be struck ,must be moved and shaken
That they may grow, progress and prosper.

Poet’s Perspective
Both man and society need a powerful jolt from time to time without which death-like stagnation overtakes man and society.

The Bubble of Thought

THOUGHT
There is a thought
That seeks expression
From behind every creation.
A thought that waits lover-like
For the beloved to be comforted,
Or like the child that longs
For the attentive eye
Of his mother’s heart to spy
His prank-hid hands.
But neither the lover
Nor the little flower
Are caressed or heard,
And the thought remains
For some thinking pains
To reveal its smile-soft form.
Then the mind with wonder fills
And the labored heart thrills.

Poet’s Perspective
Everything in creation rests on a tiny bubble of thought. The sensitive mind senses the thought and nurtures it with great care. Each thought has its own gestation period after which it is born not without labor. The moment the thought breathes, the heart thrills.

Heart

HEART
A silent storm rages unseen, unheard
A clashing battle goes on unnoticed within
One must win and one perish
But what if the battle is between Life and Death.

Poet’s Perspective
At times the heart becomes the battleground of emotions. One must yield to the other. In any case, it is death that ultimately conquers life.

Music of Joy

MUSIC
In an eternal moment of ecstatic union
Of the Heart and Soul into Spirit
On the string-less instrument of divine intuition
Truth plays Her cosmic music of joy!

Poet’s Perspective
Intuition doesn’t need strings in the sense that it does not depend upon any sense prop. An intuitive endeavor unfailingly results in cosmic joy.

On Smile

SMILE
A gentlest wave of breeze flows silently
A laughing cloud spreads its love-pure arms
And the birds in a marvel and tear-shedding joy
With wide-spread wings float across
The Mother Sky’s breast.
The heart that watches the grandest spectacle
Of nature the soul that feels
The great wonder of purest beauty
Stop for an instant.
A smile rises from their bosom
As a wave from within a fathomless sea!

Poet’s Perspective
When a new joyous experience touches the heart it stirs the soul giving both a jolt. A deep smile results.