Little wishes are released by our father’s hands,
Each one of us reaches its own destination, our motherland
We get a mother and an earthly father too,
And write our own stories, we creatures, who in actuality
Belong to the heavenly father’s land.
A life span of mortals we live,
Just like a comma put in the eternities of stories written in desert sand.
Our little life splutters with a crackle and ends just like that-
And so we progress through umpteen lives
Living and giving countless experiences to that supreme spirit,
where it experiences itself through us,
his little wishes we were from the very start.
A bee buzzed around me-
The grass kissed the soles of my feet
Am I walking on the ground
Or is my soul soaring?
It is free, this soul of mine,
To travel to galaxies yet unborn
It visits the nursery of stars
Where constellations will dawn.
It goes to the heart of mother earth
With molten lava it plays
Suddenly it rises
And flies to the Arctic
The cold slowly takes the heat away.
Lightyears it traverses
To reach the end point
But lo and behold it looks,
The end it does not find.
It comes back to the body that is walking
I regain my consciousness
Glad for the passage of time.
A MUCH AWAITED MEETING
I will meet my self one day
Whether it is on a star yet not born,
Or on some planet undiscovered,
It may even be on earth or on water.
But this much I know,
I will meet myself one day
In my purest form.
I do not know in what garb
But when I do meet my self,
I will cry to my heart’s content
And then my eyes will brim with tears of joy-
I will meet myself
And then for, forever, I will die.
I took the plunge,
into the ocean I jumped,
bubbles of air arose where I had drowned…
I screamed but made no sound
deeper I drowned
to the bed of the ocean I reached
my body dead,my soul arose
did a dance and behold!
finally,I was free
finally,I WAS ME.
UNIVERSE IN A DROP
A tiny drop of water I was observing,
In its convexity, the entire vista was shrinking.
As the little drop, hanging for its life,
Grew longer in size
The reflection in the drop increased manifold times,
And just when the reflection was at its best.
The drop’s life came to an end.
I thought i heard its one last sigh;
But on my ears I no longer rely
Because what they hear I do not feel,
And what I feel, they try their best,
But can not hear.