Anand

Oct 2014

tamia

Calling

There I was, in the silence of the night
The sea's symphonies
With the cosmos above
And the stars twinkling
I felt them call out to me
But here, the Earth pulled me down

#stars #night #loneliness

Oct 2014

nivek

Sponge

when the sponge gets too heavy
squeeze out a poem

Anand Oct 2014

Because Life goes on... (15W)

Maybe that is why
I don't cry
when to my dear ones
I bid goodbye

can't say if it's poetry, just a passing thought...
I did not cry when my grandparents died.
I bid them farewell, cherishing the memories I shared with them.
Because I believe life is not a destination but a journey. The moment you die, a new journey starts, and this circle continues 'till you are liberated.

Moreover, I have seen people who didn't look after their parents all their lives
but on their demise, during funeral ceremony, they portray a false, insincere display of emotion, shedding crocodile tears.

All you have got is here and now. Live life and love your dear ones to the fullest. :)

#life #goodbye #continuity

Anand Oct 2014

Teachings from a Tree

I strive to be
like a Bo-Tree,
Dwelling so Deep
my Roots that Seek
water and nutrients from soil

Yet High I Rise
To be more Wise
by embracing
the nourishment
of Light!

This came to me when I was looking at the Pipal Tree in my garden. It has grown very tall in 8 years, and it's roots have spread far and deep.

This can be looked at from different perspectives:

1. To be strong and rooted to one's own principles, ethics and moral values. And building on them one should have a tendency to always learn something new, to attain wisdom.

2. To be strong believer of good age old teachings, traditional way of life that we are so accustomed to, that are passed on to us by our elders but also welcoming new changes and good reforms in the society.

Please feel free to reflect on your thoughts and express your perspective.

#light #morals #wisdom #principles

Oct 2014

runu swayam

Who are we?

an enigma…
a line…
a dot…
or a shine?

Who are we?
a sum total of our illusions…
or the choices of our delusions…
a window to our mind…
an absentia…
a presence…
or total blind…

Who are we?
energy…
or mind…
body…
or spirit sublime…

a lung…
a heart.
an *****…
a gland.
or an invisible cast…

the ‘hold’
or the holder…
inane
or a super natural plast…

Who are we?
the question perpetual.

Who are we?
question which shows ‘void’.

Who are we?
the question itself, a void.
filling, is but our indulgence.

to live our mind
to play our mind
we locked our ‘self’
we chose to forget.

The ‘self’ is.
we chose sleep.
the reverie we love…
but enough we have seen
and lots we have been.

the inner self beckons.
the sound of beyond…
we hear but neglect,
we respond some,
then again forget.

the waking, the reverie.
the ebb and the tide.

we lesser mortals,
ignorant of our shine.

some of us have woken,
we can’t lie now…
we hear the silence,
we know the flow,
we know that space,
where death doth not show.

Anand Oct 2014

Reverie

Her Scent
came wafting to me
drifting over the waters
floating through the air
fluttering amongst the woods
waving along the shores
of the Sea
of my Mind,
faintly perceived...
Entangling me in a Reverie,
Transcending
my state of Presence,
my Existence
to a place
where She stood
Alone
Smiling
and
her Scent
lingering
over my Senses...
becoming one with my Breath..
Absolute Bliss!

What else one can ask for?

Inspired from a musing by rhymesmith and Dajena M

#bliss #scent #reverie #fragarance