Too much love

 

Never enough love

To fill my heart,

So much space

Is there still.

It's my heart's wont

To ask for more.

Heart won't burst

With too much love,

Heart won't hurt

With too much love,

There is no such thing,

As too much love.

फिर प्रलय क्यों आया?

 

फिर प्रलय क्यों आया?

अभी, अभी तो स्पंदन का सृजन  हुआ,

अभी भी आंख से  मोती

दूर तक बिखेरे हुए हैं,

अभी भी ह्रदय लहू लुहान है।

फिर प्रलय क्यों आया?

Why did apocalypse visit again?

Only now the heart beat has birthed,

As yet the pearls from the eyes

Are still scattered far,

The heart is still bloodied,

Why did apocalypse visit again?

The core wish

 

Like all wish,

My wish is a star,

But my wish keeps expanding,

Has become a supernova.

Gyanis say, it will explode

And become a dwarf,

With only the core wish

Remaining.

Will it be too late

To wish for lifetimes of you,

The core wish?

PS: Is thinking about a wish, wishful thinking? Just asking.

Sound of fire

 

Sound of music

Is a sound of fire,

Sound of music

Is a funeral pyre.

Sometime it's the Supernova

Outdoors,

Sometime it is the Picnic

Indoors.

Orient is my world

Today, I found

My East,

At Sunset, I'll find

My West.

Now, oriented with my world.

Orient is my world.

Happy Vernal Equinox

I'm searching for Him too

 

Last I wrote a letter

To the sky,

It was return undelivered:

'Addressee not present',

The note said.

I asked a sage

If God had moved house.

'I don't know,' she said.

'I'm searching for Him too.'

The aisle

 

Between you and me

There is that aisle,

There is that path

To nowhere,

Will I crossover?

Will you crossover?

And, waiting for one of us

To blink,

The flight 

Would have landed.

Brick by brick

You built me with love,

Brick by brick,

And our home,

Brick by brick,

And, you are here,

You are there,

Everywhere.

 

Gossip of the earth and sky

 

One evening,

The earth and the sky

Gossiped at the horizon.

The earth asked the sky,

'What do the clouds seek

Once they cross the horizon?'

The sky said,

'They seek a place

To drop their little drops,

They seek a parched place 

To shower you with love.

'But where do the waters go

Once the rivers cross the horizon?'

Asked the sky then.

'They seek a place to fall,

They seek such a waterfall,

Where the foam rises high,

And becomes one with you'.

The lonely goatherd...and cowherd

 

Most of us have heard the song, 'The lonely goatherd'. Here is the audio track:

The lonely goatherd

But, my point is this: how can a goatherd be lonely when they are surrounded by goats? Don't the goats love the goatherd and keep them company?

As opposed to the goatherd of Sound of Music, a Mahapurush narrated this story of another goatherd (and cowherd) who clearly was not lonely at all:

Many, many years ago, Agastha muni and his disciple were in deep meditation in the Himalayas. Agastha muni came down from the Himalayas and took hermitage in Kerala. His disciple, another accomplished Yogi himself, later went South in search of his Guru.

Once he reached what is now Tamilnadu, he found a herd of cows and goats crying inconsolably in a jungle. Elevated that he was, he found the reason of their grief. The goatherd who had brought them into the jungle for grazing had passed away all of a sudden. This goatherd (and cowherd) had never been lonely. The herd's collective grief knew no bounds. Moved by their crying, the Yogi went into the hollow of a huge tree and gave up his sukshma sharira and entered the body of the goatherd. The goatherd sprang back to life, The cows and goats were very happy and stopped crying. However, he was never the same goatherd thereafter. He started mumbling about Vedanta and other highly elevated spiritual talks. When folks from afar came upon him in the jungle, they asked him his name and identity. The man would only mutter spiritual mumblings. The folks not knowing what to do, named him 'Shri Shepherd', or, 'Tirumular' in Tamil.

Now, the folks found the body of the Yogi in the hollow of the huge tree. Not knowing anything about the deceased. they cremated the body. As would appear, the Yogi now had no way to back to his body and had to lead the rest of his life as Tirumular. When Tirumular -outwardly the deceased shepherd- went home that day, his wife found some strange behaviour in him. He did not go to the cow shed to tend to the cows. Instead, he went straight into a congregation of Sadhus. 

Narrating the story further, the Mahapurush said that Tirumular went on write the Thirumantiram, a collection of about three thousand Tamil verses that are essentially exposition on Vedanta and Shaiva Siddhanta. Among other things, the Mahapurush said that the verses contain how to make Samadhi of a Yogi when a Yogi passes away. 

Set me free

 

When I fall in love,

Arrest my fall,

And let me fly,

I will not stall.

That I, like a Phoenix rise,

If ashes is the price,

Let me be,

Set me free.

Your eyes

 

Your eyes are the mists of the ocean,

Your eyes are the love of the sky,

Your eyes are the depth of the ocean,

Your eyes are the kindness of the sky,

Your eyes are the warmth of all the worlds,

Your eyes are the twinkle of the stars,

Your eyes hold the tears of this world,

Your eyes are to live for, and die for.

March will be gone

 

The Ides of March

Is all but over:

Baisakhi in the clover,

And, Spring in the air.

Bygones be bygones,

One day at a time,

March is on; so, march on,

And, March will be gone,