shashi - Hello Poetry

The journey within And the undulating path River of time flows on Shores travel along side All the way long, Before offering their very existence At the altar of life Along with the flow of time Fabric of ocean is all consuming All consuming cosmic design My journey too Churned in travails of senses Some times I sink Some times I surface, in little bit of light Gasping for breath of life Some times I wander, helpless And some times totally lost Slowly, under my feet The road disappeared Am I the destination? ______ Om Namah Shivaya

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Jan 11, 2011

Jan 11, 2011 at 3:32 PM UTC

The Journey within

The journey within And the undulating path River of time flows on Shores travel along side All the way long, Before offering their very existence At the altar of life Along with the flow of time Fabric of ocean is all consuming All consuming cosmic design My journey too Churned in travails of senses Some times I sink Some times I surface, in little bit of light Gasping for breath of life Some times I wander, helpless And some times totally lost Slowly, under my feet The road disappeared Am I the destination? ______ Om Namah Shivaya

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The temple bell Silently calls my soul Echoes, all over the deep forest In prayers of silent lotus song Temple Waits Buddha too As the pond whispers From the surface calm Alone in the deep forest, I am prostrate in devotion And search Before your shore's Of love, life and living Laboriously moving, in every steps of sigh, Pregnant with leaves, roots and Residual karmic earth -Lotus pond in deep in thought- Wondering why The flowers have to wither and fall Before fruits can burst forth; in living Why love and loss results, only in the end, An acceptance, Cowering in depths of empty soul? Why Life regains calm, Only, after It has flowered through pain And bonds? Why Lotus can only flower After breaking through -The sludge of senses, In the depths of love From the depths of pond The laughing Buddha Smiles With laughter in His heart Pond, all alone, in the darkness of night Softly sighs Goes back to living On the temple’s Shore Yet! The silent Buddha Is not so silent, you see Just listen with laughter in your heart The lotuses do sing The beautiful life's love song

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Dec 25, 2010

Dec 25, 2010 at 11:37 AM UTC

The Lotus Pond

The temple bell Silently calls my soul Echoes, all over the deep forest In prayers of silent lotus song Temple Waits Buddha too As the pond whispers From the surface calm Alone in the deep forest, I am prostrate in devotion And search Before your shore's Of love, life and living Laboriously moving, in every steps of sigh, Pregnant with leaves, roots and Residual karmic earth -Lotus pond in deep in thought- Wondering why The flowers have to wither and fall Before fruits can burst forth; in living Why love and loss results, only in the end, An acceptance, Cowering in depths of empty soul? Why Life regains calm, Only, after It has flowered through pain And bonds? Why Lotus can only flower After breaking through -The sludge of senses, In the depths of love From the depths of pond The laughing Buddha Smiles With laughter in His heart Pond, all alone, in the darkness of night Softly sighs Goes back to living On the temple’s Shore Yet! The silent Buddha Is not so silent, you see Just listen with laughter in your heart The lotuses do sing The beautiful life's love song

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The silence of my room Loosing its peace Over the noisy rain call Shouting outside Deep forest behind Shakes off its dirt Dances with breeze, In fresh green trees Cold thoughts fall softly as raindrops Holding on to my tattered blanket of life I watch my memories and winter pass by The milky way in the night sky Lost its way Comes down in torrents of rain To ask me for one dance Clouds Took off the cloaks of my shadow Running arms wide open On the wings of love, I soar to distant stars While, in the puddles of rainwater My little ego fish, finds its greatness Buddha smiles, lotus pond waits To bring me back Mind exists in it's own world of passion Possessiveness and touch Fleshy wounds, senses dirt The power of the dusty path Is not in the eternal wait of life's traveler But in bringing the end of Karmic shell The lightness of being to be released One by one, pain stripped off My wanting, my needing, my attachment Slowly Buddha reached out to me Lying tattered on the path Revealing Invisible bundle of pure love and joy Covered in rags of past Buddha, is that really me? As I prepare to sleep In my cold lonely shell ___________________ ॐ नमः शिवाय Om Namah Shivaya

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Dec 25, 2010

Dec 25, 2010 at 11:35 AM UTC

Soul Dancing In The Rain

The silence of my room Loosing its peace Over the noisy rain call Shouting outside Deep forest behind Shakes off its dirt Dances with breeze, In fresh green trees Cold thoughts fall softly as raindrops Holding on to my tattered blanket of life I watch my memories and winter pass by The milky way in the night sky Lost its way Comes down in torrents of rain To ask me for one dance Clouds Took off the cloaks of my shadow Running arms wide open On the wings of love, I soar to distant stars While, in the puddles of rainwater My little ego fish, finds its greatness Buddha smiles, lotus pond waits To bring me back Mind exists in it's own world of passion Possessiveness and touch Fleshy wounds, senses dirt The power of the dusty path Is not in the eternal wait of life's traveler But in bringing the end of Karmic shell The lightness of being to be released One by one, pain stripped off My wanting, my needing, my attachment Slowly Buddha reached out to me Lying tattered on the path Revealing Invisible bundle of pure love and joy Covered in rags of past Buddha, is that really me? As I prepare to sleep In my cold lonely shell ___________________ ॐ नमः शिवाय Om Namah Shivaya

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The night went on and on Some times in words Some times in thoughts Some times the silence Took over the lightness of our being And soared above our dreams A life time to spend A life time to walk A life time to share And a life time to talk The night’s window Fluttered open The gate way to our stars in the sky The Milky Way bridged the night To the morning light And she said to wake her up To say good bye How sad it is, that I did Now That hug And our clasped hands That took her away Still lasts in me, eternally As my heart echoes, on and on Don’t go, my love, don’t go so far _______________ ॐ नमः शिवाय Om Namah Shivaya

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Dec 25, 2010

Dec 25, 2010 at 11:34 AM UTC

One Night of a Life Time

The night went on and on Some times in words Some times in thoughts Some times the silence Took over the lightness of our being And soared above our dreams A life time to spend A life time to walk A life time to share And a life time to talk The night’s window Fluttered open The gate way to our stars in the sky The Milky Way bridged the night To the morning light And she said to wake her up To say good bye How sad it is, that I did Now That hug And our clasped hands That took her away Still lasts in me, eternally As my heart echoes, on and on Don’t go, my love, don’t go so far _______________ ॐ नमः शिवाय Om Namah Shivaya

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This poetry is one of the collections of poetry I am writing, called “Kalina” about a small girl and her world, her feelings her thoughts. ‘ _________________ As she walked ahead In her enthusiastic little hop, skip and jump - steps I fell behind, in my own thoughts; old and aging Yet keeping pace with her fresh world That turns in, with a burst of rainbow On every turn, flying like a butterfly Across her little universe of wonder Now she stops; the deep forest Climbing up the steep incline of the mountain Has her attention; complete with one hand under her chin And I know, she knows what to ask, With a sweet little smile behind her knit wool gloved little hand And stump me with her wide charmed eyes “Why those clouds are leaving the mountain alone? Do you think Grandpa, Peakoo* will be happy without them to play? Do you think they are coming over to play with us? Can you give your extra blanket to put them up, in the attic for the night? Grandpa, it’s very cold now, you know, they will shiver Before I could think an answer and say, “Kalina, lets go now, it’s going to rain” She has already moved on Playing with the soft cold breeze, moving up from the valley With her hands out stretched, running, almost flying Like the autumn leaves, that joined in to play, in her wake _________ ॐ नमः शिवाय Om Namah Shivaya

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Dec 25, 2010

Dec 25, 2010 at 11:32 AM UTC

Clouds in the Attic

This poetry is one of the collections of poetry I am writing, called “Kalina” about a small girl and her world, her feelings her thoughts. ‘ _________________ As she walked ahead In her enthusiastic little hop, skip and jump - steps I fell behind, in my own thoughts; old and aging Yet keeping pace with her fresh world That turns in, with a burst of rainbow On every turn, flying like a butterfly Across her little universe of wonder Now she stops; the deep forest Climbing up the steep incline of the mountain Has her attention; complete with one hand under her chin And I know, she knows what to ask, With a sweet little smile behind her knit wool gloved little hand And stump me with her wide charmed eyes “Why those clouds are leaving the mountain alone? Do you think Grandpa, Peakoo* will be happy without them to play? Do you think they are coming over to play with us? Can you give your extra blanket to put them up, in the attic for the night? Grandpa, it’s very cold now, you know, they will shiver Before I could think an answer and say, “Kalina, lets go now, it’s going to rain” She has already moved on Playing with the soft cold breeze, moving up from the valley With her hands out stretched, running, almost flying Like the autumn leaves, that joined in to play, in her wake _________ ॐ नमः शिवाय Om Namah Shivaya

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This poetry is one of the collections of poetry I am writing, called “Kalina” about a small girl and her world, her feelings her thoughts. ‘Butterfly’ was submitted to ‘One Stop Poetry’ for the competition “Through a Child’s Eyes” and was selected as one of the finalist. Click here to read to read the article… I have edited this one below after submission; hence here you have the latest version Butterfly ________ Look, there she is There on the window pane A new friend from the dreams last night She promised to teach me How to fly, where ever, whenever In sunshine or rain How bright and beautiful, she is Pinker than my ma’s cheek Her little wings have so many colors Like the rainbow I painted last summer, for my Pa’s Birthday Before he left for the war, You know, to make money for us to eat Tell me butterfly, How does one eat money? How does one go to the war? I don’t want Pa to go to the war; I don’t want any money to eat; At all You know, whenever I hug him, I don’t feel hungry, God Swear, not at all Oh! Butterfly!! Why are you flying away Going so far? See, out side, the day is still full of light; Sure you can wait a little more? Promise, Ma will be back soon, From her nightshift, And, sure she will let you in Don’t you see, I can not; I am in the bed, Too sick to let you in Butterfly, my dear Butterfly, You really have to teach me how to fly Before you came in my dreams I promised Pa - a hug tonight, I know where he “wars” now; Ma showed me the other night, When she cried, “There, Kalina, there he is, in the sky That beautiful bright Evening Star” You know Butterfly; I love him so much, Much more than I love Ma, Really! You must teach me to fly, As I have to go today, Yesterday, Pa told me Its time now Here you see My Ma does not even smile much Now ___________ ॐ नमः शिवाय Om Namah Shivaya

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Dec 25, 2010

Dec 25, 2010 at 11:30 AM UTC

Butterfly

This poetry is one of the collections of poetry I am writing, called “Kalina” about a small girl and her world, her feelings her thoughts. ‘Butterfly’ was submitted to ‘One Stop Poetry’ for the competition “Through a Child’s Eyes” and was selected as one of the finalist. Click here to read to read the article… I have edited this one below after submission; hence here you have the latest version Butterfly ________ Look, there she is There on the window pane A new friend from the dreams last night She promised to teach me How to fly, where ever, whenever In sunshine or rain How bright and beautiful, she is Pinker than my ma’s cheek Her little wings have so many colors Like the rainbow I painted last summer, for my Pa’s Birthday Before he left for the war, You know, to make money for us to eat Tell me butterfly, How does one eat money? How does one go to the war? I don’t want Pa to go to the war; I don’t want any money to eat; At all You know, whenever I hug him, I don’t feel hungry, God Swear, not at all Oh! Butterfly!! Why are you flying away Going so far? See, out side, the day is still full of light; Sure you can wait a little more? Promise, Ma will be back soon, From her nightshift, And, sure she will let you in Don’t you see, I can not; I am in the bed, Too sick to let you in Butterfly, my dear Butterfly, You really have to teach me how to fly Before you came in my dreams I promised Pa - a hug tonight, I know where he “wars” now; Ma showed me the other night, When she cried, “There, Kalina, there he is, in the sky That beautiful bright Evening Star” You know Butterfly; I love him so much, Much more than I love Ma, Really! You must teach me to fly, As I have to go today, Yesterday, Pa told me Its time now Here you see My Ma does not even smile much Now ___________ ॐ नमः शिवाय Om Namah Shivaya

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SWAN SONG (–noun the last act or manifestation of someone or something; farewell appearance) __________________ Lotus pond Waits Silently Lotus flowers too Pink petals -hesitatingly Unfurl, heron silently stare Life unfolding, In the morning mist Boddhi tree floated, a message Of life, In the falling leaf On the temple floor Breeze stood still Music of Flute stopped playing In the bamboo grove Swan has started singing its song Life, lives in little steps of love But love bleeds life In little steps, too Falling, leaving and dying Swan is singing Its swan song Time does not know, It has come Deep in the temple Buddha Smiles Nothing is forever Forever is nothing _____________ Om Namah Shivaya

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Nov 27, 2010

Nov 27, 2010 at 7:55 AM UTC

Swan Song

SWAN SONG (–noun the last act or manifestation of someone or something; farewell appearance) __________________ Lotus pond Waits Silently Lotus flowers too Pink petals -hesitatingly Unfurl, heron silently stare Life unfolding, In the morning mist Boddhi tree floated, a message Of life, In the falling leaf On the temple floor Breeze stood still Music of Flute stopped playing In the bamboo grove Swan has started singing its song Life, lives in little steps of love But love bleeds life In little steps, too Falling, leaving and dying Swan is singing Its swan song Time does not know, It has come Deep in the temple Buddha Smiles Nothing is forever Forever is nothing _____________ Om Namah Shivaya

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The moon shattered over the eastern sky Turned into a cloud burst Rain fall softly on a lifeless body Walking along the empty beach -Feeling -Thinking -Wondering Where has all the pain gone? The sacred solitude spread Under the dark clouded night Shimmering, in wet silver sands Of time - Deadly - Fascinating ‘If this is being dead, Then its welcome too’. Come, be within my empty feelings, Fill my empty soul, Come, sit besides me In my desert spaces And watch with me, the play of our loneliness Souls, fluttering on the clothesline Strung between the stars ‘Take one, if you need some change?’ One step after another Becomes effortless -When there is no place to go - When you are nothing else, but dead No desires to keep you alive; awake No sun, No moon, No shadow ******* your steps Sooner or later, every thing stills, lying etched upon past You know, living is easy Moments just pass In slow motion of Lightening flash backs Of memories littered, one the way; en-mass Foot prints left on silver sand Now, I remember Where all the pain has gone You know, being dead is easy too You just need lot of life, un-lived ______________________ Om Namah Shivaya

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Nov 27, 2010

Nov 27, 2010 at 7:53 AM UTC

You Need Lot of Life, To Be Dead

The moon shattered over the eastern sky Turned into a cloud burst Rain fall softly on a lifeless body Walking along the empty beach -Feeling -Thinking -Wondering Where has all the pain gone? The sacred solitude spread Under the dark clouded night Shimmering, in wet silver sands Of time - Deadly - Fascinating ‘If this is being dead, Then its welcome too’. Come, be within my empty feelings, Fill my empty soul, Come, sit besides me In my desert spaces And watch with me, the play of our loneliness Souls, fluttering on the clothesline Strung between the stars ‘Take one, if you need some change?’ One step after another Becomes effortless -When there is no place to go - When you are nothing else, but dead No desires to keep you alive; awake No sun, No moon, No shadow ******* your steps Sooner or later, every thing stills, lying etched upon past You know, living is easy Moments just pass In slow motion of Lightening flash backs Of memories littered, one the way; en-mass Foot prints left on silver sand Now, I remember Where all the pain has gone You know, being dead is easy too You just need lot of life, un-lived ______________________ Om Namah Shivaya

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River Song _________ As flow of cosmic creation She streamed down from sky Entangled in the web of icy locks Lovingly nestled mountain’s arms As she flows, her young heart Hopping, skipping and jumping Stone to Stone Some times in streams of unending games Sometime turning into falls As she grew, in warm shadows of icy peaks She lingered in warm hugs, within watchful eyes Softly glowing in the warmth of love, Living, dreaming in laps of belongingness Yet, times moves on, on and on Slowly, she finds her way out of this intense hold Out in the open fields, and in gentle sway As icy peaks held themselves away She flowed on and on A life of exploring; Fields and bathing Ghats Temple bells; moving carts Bridges, bunds and floating mass Vast as she is now, no one to hold Her, in his strength of love She lets loose fury of passion As aggressive as her body flows With lust; exploring, caressing and feeling Edge of crumbling earth In her entwined desires, needs With every erosion, feeding her devouring soul Banks don’t matter, not even the mountain Lost long away in past At last sun sets down on another day Another life ends In vastness of ocean, No knowing; in nothingness Old River merged in the churns Of indifferent space and abysmal depths Unquenched desired and un-quitted love Mountains bleed tears, far away, alone A River song – A farewell _________ Om Namah Shivaya

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Nov 27, 2010

Nov 27, 2010 at 7:51 AM UTC

River Song

River Song _________ As flow of cosmic creation She streamed down from sky Entangled in the web of icy locks Lovingly nestled mountain’s arms As she flows, her young heart Hopping, skipping and jumping Stone to Stone Some times in streams of unending games Sometime turning into falls As she grew, in warm shadows of icy peaks She lingered in warm hugs, within watchful eyes Softly glowing in the warmth of love, Living, dreaming in laps of belongingness Yet, times moves on, on and on Slowly, she finds her way out of this intense hold Out in the open fields, and in gentle sway As icy peaks held themselves away She flowed on and on A life of exploring; Fields and bathing Ghats Temple bells; moving carts Bridges, bunds and floating mass Vast as she is now, no one to hold Her, in his strength of love She lets loose fury of passion As aggressive as her body flows With lust; exploring, caressing and feeling Edge of crumbling earth In her entwined desires, needs With every erosion, feeding her devouring soul Banks don’t matter, not even the mountain Lost long away in past At last sun sets down on another day Another life ends In vastness of ocean, No knowing; in nothingness Old River merged in the churns Of indifferent space and abysmal depths Unquenched desired and un-quitted love Mountains bleed tears, far away, alone A River song – A farewell _________ Om Namah Shivaya

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I saw the old man at the Holy Ghat Long time back, but He still continues to follow Me and my thoughts Incite me to dig deeper On life On death On the path that he has lost. He does not know I am handicapped too By pain, loss and loneliness Life to be, has become A colorless phase Slowly passing by, grain by grain Like the sand, in the hour glass. I have no clear vision But only a blind spot of living Even dreams are marred By imposter Hopes Playing kaleidoscope of light At the end of life’s tunnel Why there is a light, only at the end Which never ends, Alive In the end And we blindly live, on and on Yet I keep walking, on and on Dripping past Karma In drops of sweat, tear and duty Believing, drop by drop I am loosing it all The life’s been so long and slow The old man caught up Holding my hand, Talking Knowing Feeling That I am lost too In the maze of life Dust claims dust We will die too Karmic baggage still All intact and packed Another journey Another tunnel’s end _______________ ॐ नमः शिवाय Om Namah Shivaya

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Nov 6, 2010

Nov 6, 2010 at 10:48 AM UTC

OLD MAN AT THE GHAT

I saw the old man at the Holy Ghat Long time back, but He still continues to follow Me and my thoughts Incite me to dig deeper On life On death On the path that he has lost. He does not know I am handicapped too By pain, loss and loneliness Life to be, has become A colorless phase Slowly passing by, grain by grain Like the sand, in the hour glass. I have no clear vision But only a blind spot of living Even dreams are marred By imposter Hopes Playing kaleidoscope of light At the end of life’s tunnel Why there is a light, only at the end Which never ends, Alive In the end And we blindly live, on and on Yet I keep walking, on and on Dripping past Karma In drops of sweat, tear and duty Believing, drop by drop I am loosing it all The life’s been so long and slow The old man caught up Holding my hand, Talking Knowing Feeling That I am lost too In the maze of life Dust claims dust We will die too Karmic baggage still All intact and packed Another journey Another tunnel’s end _______________ ॐ नमः शिवाय Om Namah Shivaya

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