Monday, July 30, 2012

The Somber Saint


Once a somber saint I met clouded midst the snow
Where earth kissed the feet of water and existence dearth grow

Perched on his barren dwelling, his aura calm and composed
Erroneously known as destructive one or the giver of life juxtaposed
His entrancing qualities lured many like me to places harsh and wild
only his psalms can ease the pain to an awakening sweet and mild

The dreaded and traitorous worldly armor his comrades had to quit
His clads and kundals remind me of the high resolve and grit
Enigma of his presence leaves many and a folks in trance
Some fail to comprehend his mysteries; some exult in just a glance

With eyes closed in deep rumination he knits the fabric of my being
I keep scaling the remotest routes marveling what I’m seeing
Free from the glades of beginning or end, the one- eternal and infinite
Does he deliberately choose to restrain his presence to mounts- tall and might?

Within you- I discover the purest secrets of mankind
The holy rivers find their source in you and the moon settles on your mind

With eyes half opened and angelic smile you continue the cosmic cycle of life
The annihilating third eye and luxurious hair conventionally balance the yogic strife

The swollen neck enclosing evil rancor testifies your physical strength
Time in cycle- past present and future, adorn it with the three coiled serpent

Great master of the trident symbolizing- self-control, action and knowledge
Deliver our soul from karmic cycle, lost in evil and ignorant foliage

Ascetic sage, the knight of knights, redeemer of vice, lust and greed
Your simplicity outshines perceptual realms, birth and death paradox freed  

Friday, July 20, 2012

Does it?


 Does today change me
Like it changes you
Does it beckon another beginning
Or the end of something new

Does it outlive the prophecy
to settle past treasons
Does it cast away shadows
Or exalt bygone abrasions

Does it show a guiding light
Eager to grasp future
Does it reconcile lost trust
Or is losing in its luster

Does it mystify the glory
to attract a wandering child
Does it remove its illusory shell
Or commits a deliberate crime

Does it bring you to peace
Like it stirs up my soul
Does it hate you to fast
Or loves me to slow



Thursday, July 19, 2012

Self Taught


Pride a delusion
Success a hallucinogen
Failure a teacher
Morality a preacher
Guilt a pain
Innocence a refrain
Denial a reluctance
Seclusion a pretense  
Faith a route
Monotony a hoop
Search a process
Hurt a recess
Patience a plot
Trust an abet
Pleasure a fallacy
Affection a treachery 
Change a deliberation
Silence liberation

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Steed of Time


Memories emanate soaring efforts
Riding the steed of time
Some come, most go
Finding no verse or rhyme

Transcendent emotions hovering high
Riding the steed of time
Too short to play, too long to stay
Recovering their wounded pride

Unfamiliar shadows disappear delusion
Riding the steed of time
Sun grows out and moon nears
Evading the scene of crime

Reluctant passions, deepen existence
Riding the steed of time
Restless glances and suppressed voices
Inclining away to hide

Mellow down anxiety, augment salvation
Riding the steed of time
A sigh of relief, a hope to believe
Craft an ambience sublime