THE TRAJECTORY OF KNOWLEDGE

Endless and boundless

Is the world of knowledge.

And if in the realm of knowledge

Human wisdom reaches

His brain will shine.

Then his mind knows no confusion

He will experience no agony!

Whereas he who has no knowledge

Of the world’s truth

Will never reach the world of knowledge.

His mind will be shrouded by darkness

He will never see

A shred of light anywhere!

You should know

That your world will shrink

Into darkness

Unless you carry on

Your meditation on truth!

You will gain strength

And pleasure through meditation

And reach the trajectory

Of knowledge and happiness!

A MID DAY DREAM

A summer Sunday – it was mid noon

A weary wind blew around

And saddled me to sleep

In a slumber mood I saw

A lady with a hearty smile

In her hand she held a rose

Red in colour, rich in fragrance.

‘What is this?’ the lady asked.

“A beautiful red rose!” Answered I

The Lady kissed and smelt the rose

Then she crushed it in her fist

“Now what a stuff is this?

A nameless thing!” – murmured she.

Then she laughed and laughed like a ghost

I woke up from my mid-day sleep

A weary hot wind blew around

I was alone in my room.

A MORNING DREAM

In my Morning Dream I saw

A Mansion House on pillars four!

A man was on a golden throne

Dark in colour, stiff and stout

He was in his kingly robes

And a crown was on his head.

Beside him a lady stood;

She had had a queenly look.

A milky smile was in her lips

‘Sit down my son!’ Said the king

I was seated on a chair.

I felt, I were in golden robes

I felt, a crown was on my head

And my wife was beside me.

She was also in golden robes

And a crown was on her head

“Morning Dreams have their meanings lad!”

I recalled what my grandma said.

Still that dream is there in memory

But I couldn’t find out meanings.

LONELY ROAMER

A Roamer am I

A lonely Roamer

Unknown to this world.

I am searching truth and light

The sparks of love and compassion.

I am alien in my routes

The indifferent ones, full of thorns

Restless are my boring days

Sleepless are my lonely nights.

Miles and miles I left behind

I am roaming through and through

Nowhere I could see the truth

Sparks of light I couldn’t see.

But in darkness I could see

Dancing monsters in golden robes

clapping hands in drunken mood.

‘Time and tides will never wait

Go on…. You are nearing the goal’!

Someone whispered in my ears

I am roaming through and through

Searching sparks of truth and light

A Roamer am I

A lonely Roamer

Unknown to this world.

AN ISOLATED JOURNEY

In my isolated journeys

Through the isolated routes

A pair of arrows

Stuck on my feet.

Soon I took my bow

The arrow darted away!

My eyes chased them

But could not follow.

Years later

In an unknown city

I saw those arrows again

In the eyes of the unknowns

One was neglect

The other was approval.

MIND OF A POET

Smaller than the smallest thing

Thinner than the thinnest one

Deeper than the deepest sea

It is none but a poet’s mind

Light rays from it fall and spread

In and around all the world

From these rays wise men weave

Culture in turn – life on earth.

Who knows facts as facts
All are busy - to whom I complaint?

WHY THESE WALLS

Ladly, do not build up walls,

Do not take my skeleton out.

Do not ladly, do not build

Concrete walls and gates in steel

The wealth and culture that we nurtured

Do not destroy, let them exist.

Ladly do not build up walls

We are womb mates! Why these walls?

FAME AND SHAME

Do not possess looted fame

It’s a shame, a brutal shame

Disgrace none – Beware friends

Fame is a boon, not a price

Self made fame is just a price

Paid by jokers – It’s a fun

Don’t be mockers made by Jokers

I AM BUSY! LET ME BE FREE!

No no I am not to win

Worthless debates, let me be free

Myself I am always there

in a Durbar filled up with

wise men who know what is debate

No, no I am not to loose

A worthy debate, the rarer one

I am busy! let me be free!

THE SO-CALLED I?

I who sow the seeds of all

Pains and sorrows in my heart

Reap and store the crops for me

For myself and for  kith and kins

A silly thing the so-called I

But I think I am great!