O my Known One, O my Love

 I Love you, My Divine,

You know me
You know my coming
To the exact point
You know I will wake up late today
And the Shiva temple will have no movement around 8 am
You know all this
And are eagerly waiting for me
For my foolish footsteps to approach the
exact desolate spot
Near Vimala temple
Behind the semi untouched serene area
You came out of your abode to meet me
You ran before me to catch my attention
And seeing me shocked & motionless
You too stopped
Looked at me
Made a movement towards my direction
And then changed it 

Too run towards
The semi bushy jungle...again
How you know
So many things about me
And I don't know anything about you..
This is a unbearable pain.
A new one developing...

O Friend, O my only Relative,
O My Unknown Lover,
In myriad forms you come before me
But seeing me unprepared
You go away...
My heart aches
My throat choked
Tear forming
And rolling down
What wasteful moments I spend
Among complete strangers
Whom I call my relatives...
O my Known One,
O my Love
I want to be with you.
In your true essence,
I want a cradle
O Merciful
O love, O teacher, O my Abode!

19.10.23
Thursday
Nabaratri Time
Day 5

Wo Nadi

 23rd August 2014

in Saota Swara My Page

Wo nadi…wo chhota sa nao-ghar 

aur Tumhara dibya-sparsh…

Jungle  ke nibhrut ilaake me hote hue

Chal pade wo pani ki raste me…

Sath me chale tara-bhara asman

Aur ek adha chhipa chand…

Jeise Tumhare lomash chhati me mere ashrit seer..

Nao chale ki taren chale, 

Jungle chale ki ham chalein, kaun jane

Par Tumhare safed sherwani, 

mere heena se range kalai me 

run jhun bahat sare chudiyan, kahein -

Tumhare ankhon me muskan ki daur 

aur mujhme neha ki jhula chale

jane ye nao chale na chale…

pani ki bahav jaroor chale…

itni thandi hai… 

aur Tumhare chhati ki bistaria 

eise me mulayam, ushum lage,

eise me ankh lagne ko hai ki Tum jagao-

hey, dekho, parde ke pichhe se Chand ne jhanka hai,

Tumhe dekhne…

Aur mai Tumhare unglion ko naak me lagaun,

Khusbu kisi barfili gufa me jalte hue aag ki jeise hai,

Bhaye mujhe…bahat…

Mitha se has dena Tumhara 

aur pukarne par ‘hun’ karna apnapan se….

Bhor se jab ankh bhi na khuli ho,

Chand apne ghar jae na jae sochta ho,

Raat ko andehera phir bhi jakad  ke dhare ho,

Tab kisi sugandh ki amantran se uthke beithun mai,

Sirhane ek adhe khile kamal ka guchha…

Tumhare man ki mahak ko mere tak lata hai…

Aur fir se Tum chale ate ho mere pash,

Dhire se ankho se haste hue,

Parda hatake…

Mere hath ki heena se ajeeb khusbu ae…

Aur chand chhup jae Tumhare ankhon me!

Nadi, nao ka ghar…ye aaranya-snigdhata

Tumse mujh tak chalte ae…

Mystic Muse

A Mystic Muse
With hidden jewels of intense sorrow
that he wears joyously,
An absent- minded nobody
Who knows the art of
Making himself alone
Even among the company of
The known people, friends.
Chosen to walk on the path of gloom,
Dejection, desolation, woe & melancholy.
Yet nourishes a dreamlight.

Priceless humans are like this
They mingle in the crowd like nobody
And are always in guise.
A conch shell they create around them
The only way to find them
Is to look deep into their fused eyes...
To feel the stillness in their body language
To hear the Mystic Muse their heart sing ...
Unreachable to everyone.

Had nurtured a feeling to hear it...
Always...
Got lost or faded for sometime now
In the path of Life - a Sadhana.
Relivened again seeing him
-unchanged
And restored it.
Feeling utterly empty like a bamboo
That let the air runs through it
Fabricating a flute.

The Infinite Companion

I thought it's you...

In my intense wish to

grab hold of whatever is left of you

O Pure Eyed,

I went after the voice that rings in me...

You seemed like a ghost

Always there

Happy when I return to my room

I remember 

some nine years back

I asked

Can you hear me.

You had said 'yes'

With a smile.

The voice turns out to be a direction map

The qweek qweek of the metal detector

Closing in now losing altogether in the next moment.

To see your smiling eyes again

For your tick marks, good girl tags

I started doing

All that is good and more good

A single spark of anger, vice, jealousy, fear

You are not going to tolerate.

Your request-

I should blossom like a lotus.

And in it's full bloom

I carry offerings

Not pride.

I believe this is what you want me to be, O Virtous Love,

And started walking.

I have reached a place now

Where I find lotuses in full blooms everywhere...

And strange beautiful birds talking to me.

So, I sit down

And demanded your company

You said you are there

Within me

But my point is you have a body and are living

For you, your company, I have forsaken the world, every relation, every possession,  every shred of it and is roaming here and there...

Making myself as you wish...

But you didn't come.

If you don't come, why this journey.

So, you cheated me.

I don't believe this.

You have been so good to me.

But this is the truth-

You are not coming.

All the Lotuses withered

Birds flew away

Long pythons started swirling the place...

I see Eyes everywhere...

Fear clutches my essence like thousand legged tentacles...

And I ran mad miles after miles, sobbing, weeping, screaming, sleepless, night after night, shaking like a storm fed leaf...

Then the voice appeared again...

-'It's me...

I am there with you

Why worry.'

I asked- who are you?

The voice was silent.

You are the vibration coming from my soulmate, aren't you?

Aren't you his mind, dancing like thousands of bees in the branches of my inner trees!

Aren't you my friend from the past lives...

Walking along with me all the time...

'No, I am you.

I live inside you'

The voice answered.

And I am Love.

Now don't talk to me.

Listen only...

You will hear distant train sounds...

Kirtans, mantras, from far afar places...

Humming sounds of the Universe, flutes will sing for you in moonless nights...

Hear the Dum Dum Dum of Damroos...

And see millions of fiery beings dancing,

Pass the myriad honeycomb of caves,

Follow the one who is guiding you walking ahead of you all the time.

Mark the lights, twinkling in the dark, flickering flames..

One being many,

Many being one.

Time stands still.

Behold.

And realize -Soham!

Listen and smile.

I presumed black magic and thought I am posseed by a spirit and gone a wrong way leaving the Kalpataru behind.

But the voice kept calling me

See, I am totally harmless.

Feel.

I am you.

How come I damage you.

It's hard to make pact with the true reality.

Harder to shake hands with yourself.

Once it's done,

Nothing matters.

When one finds the absolute companion,

Worldly companionship seems like a vast burnt jungle seen in a dream.

O Mute, When You Talk

O Mute 

When you talk

The buds open up 

Their petals

Slightly

Waking up from 

Deep slumber ...

Your whispering vibrations

Creates sparks within the deep chambers of dark clouds....

You whirl around me

& the tectonic plates slides slow.... Real slow..

To show glitters of diamond ornaments trapped within ....

A lost life

A lost story comes alive....

The vertebrate straight structure of your back

Makes me remember a forgotten mountain loaded with opium flowers....

Your smile opens up coloured fountains

And Spring descends in showers ....

In your eyes

I see me

I see you

I see you & me 

In your eyes,

So many mysteries untied

Begging me to unknot them....

You a whirlwind 

Start a storm in my chest

Much awaited...

Enchant me ...

Maddeningly.

You are magic

That I never understood 

Nor desire to do so ....

Looking at You...

 Looking at you

I forgot how you look like.
Day by day just staring, bewildered at your dazzling eyes, brows, lips, cheeks and all that make up a face unforgettable, I forgot how you look like.

Is it that I did it just a shade more to the extreme side.
Did I just align my stares from your face towards my heart?
Was it that it's my heart I kept looking at all the time,
For you have left quite a while away, I can see it by now.
Or is it that
You stare back so intently,
You reflect me
So I forgot how you look like....

Its like one colour now.
Your essence and my heart
They vibrate with one rhythm
So, let's not just ponder over how I forgot your physical looks.
All I remember is you look like me.

Making of a Story

Drawing lines and myriad dots

With the help of leaves

That soon are going to loose their colour for eleven hours,

Mischievous Evening drops down upon earth along with her charioter, the twinkling fire flies, stars and moon with an intention of amusement....

Her chariot stumble upon 

 the number 9 in the clock

And She is hussed down

As mesmerizing Kali appears with the Tranquil Shiva ....

Kali says,

Let's party yet meditate

Lets twinkle yet meditate 

Let's whirl yet meditate

Let's shine yet meditate

Let's dance and meditate

Let's love Shiva and meditate....

So does everyone 

The firefly glows and meditate

The moon shines and meditate

The star twinkles and meditate

The earth whirls and meditate

Kali dances &

Shiva is loved 

Evening meets with mystique night

And a new story is made.