Waking up...

Sitting on the couch I close my eyes,
And let my imagination be my guide...
To take me to the land of similar sounds...
Where to the visuals I am not bound...

These drop of summer rain,
As they fall on my window pane...
With voices of the vehicles moving...
And the smell in the air spreading...

Take me back to my days in Cuffe Parade, Bombay,
When on closing my eyes I would be in the same ambience as today...

In the morning when I entered my room,
This was probably hours before noon...
The fragrance in the air I could smell...
Brought me happiness because I know what I felt...

That I was back in my Master's city,
The holy pilgrim in the small town in Shirdi...
It felt like I was in one of the hotel rooms I ve stayed in,
What was missing here was the Dwarkamai and Samadhi Mandir...

But climbing down the stairs of the old Brotherton library,
I felt like I was going to my Sai's Samadhi...

So now a question comes to my mind...
For how long can these visuals bind...
Me... In this place I am still new to...
And people I know here will soon be few...

No... I dont need an air ticket to travel back to MY land...
Just 'closing my eyes' again is now my plan...

Thinking?

unse paaya hai aaj kya maine,
jo muskurahat ko kapde ki tarah hain pehne...

kya unko main apna bulau?
ya phir paraya maan jau?

bulane par kabhi woh aaye nahi...
kuch burra maane? yeh bhi bataye nahi...

phir yehi sochta hoon main...

unse paaya hai aaj kya maine,
jo muskurahat ko kapde ki tarah hain pehne...

dikhne par khush nazar aate hain sabko...
par na jaane kya dard satata hai unko?

ki apna bulake bhi batate nahi...
darta hoon khona do unhe kahi...

phir yehi sochta hoon main...

unse paaya hai aaj kya maine,
jo muskurahat ko kapde ki tarah hain pehne...

lekin sahi mayno mein kya unse kuch chahiye mujhe?
shayad yehi ki unke chehre ki muskurahat kabhi na bujhe...

woh ho na ho aas paas kahi bhi...
mujhe khushi mile sirf mujhse hi...

phir shayad yeh na sochunga mein...

unse paaya hai aaj kya maine,
jo muskurahat ko kapde ki tarah hain pehne...



Not thinking of any person as such... just random thoughts... bound by words...

Simpling

There us something I want to write about,
For a very short second does it sprout...

Then again it gets lost,
And I am unable to find the thought...

But still I smile... I don't know why,
Because I know that it will come back again, its mine...

So I sit down again, looking outside the window,
And watch the smile across my face flow...


Whatever I write, usually has some philosophical meaning behind it... but the above are just my thoughts at that moment put in a poetic format i guess... it is really easy i realised to talk of philosophy... discuss of it... or even write (which i might still be doing after today)...
the difficult part is to implement it... or put it into use... you might nod your head with this... but do you ever try to implement what you say... or as it is said, practice what you preach?
today i decide, if i say something to others, i am going to start to practice to implement in my life too ... i may not be successful... initially... but i know i will try... (you might like reading my poem just before this one here)
because the fact is... life is actually very simple... but with our philosophies and thoughts make it a really difficult... complicated ... it is actually just...

SIMPLE

Flowing

i do what not i want to do...
just what i know is true...

what i know is right...
not comfortable in the near sight...

it may be the difficult way to learn...
but its the one for the best returns...

for me in the long run... i know i grow...
from this crow with this sound of the croak...

to a dove of peace and purity and whiteness...
this transition you may witness...

its more fun this way than i thought...
although against this way earlier i fought...

each moment fills up like a dance...
and each second goes like a trance...

so even if things are difficult early ...
you just need to be there and be sturdy...

as you walk across and reach the horizon...
you know what is the spirit of the sun...

Revisiting

Hi this is a poem I wrote in Hindi late last year ...


Tu hi toh banata hai apni kismat,
Phir bhi hai teri yeh fitrat,
Ki sochta hai main kya hoon...
Mann se kehta hai ki kuch ban jau...
Dete huye khushi sabko...
Kyu tu kosta hai khudko?
Tera khuda hai tere saath,
Aur koi aggar ho bhi paas...
Nahi de sakta itni khuski ...
Jo uski ibaadat se hia milti...
Tu sawaal pooch ... woh jawab dega...
Usne hi toh tujhe kiya hai paida...
Basa hai teri rooh mein...
Sirf ek muskurahat se sama jayega usmein...
Kabhi nahi tu hai akela...
Khuda hamesha se hai tera...


Its been a while since I wrote something...

here is what i wrote to my word:

where have you vanished my dear words?
its been sometime since from you i heard...


you visited me so often earlier...
those times werent this merrier...

is it that you act as a vent?
in times i cannot mend?

and go away when i am back to being me,
that is how it is... you now i dont see...

Running

the world waits for the moment...
when you the god sent...
gets down in the streets...
and achieves the feats...
the ones you could only dream...
thinking you will never get the cream...

just get up right now from here...
believe in yourself... have no fear...
he is there with you when you walk...
lets not waste time in this talk...

walk is slow ... run as fast as you can...
show the world that you are the man ...
that they have been waiting for...
even if you are not tall...
make your dreams so high ...
even if you lack in physical might...
you have the power to use your mind...
to even leave your inspiration behind...

believe in yourself and keep running...
be yourself not like the fox so cunning...

dont let time change the angel in you...
but show this side only to the deserving few...

each moment is worth a lifetime to live...
and in each life... never forget to give...
you will get back ten fold that is a promise...
but to reach there ... first just start to ... live ...

Wording

I wonder what would we do without words...
sometimes they bring together the two worlds...

and some other time makes two people drift...
away from each other... as in a rift...

but they are important i guess...
if on the purity of feelings i stress...

true words are heard from the heart...
no not being cheeky or being smart...

innocent words show the human being in us...
often we get caught in the lust...

to say things in way others say...
but all of us have a different bay...

being yourself when using words is important...
this lesson is probably still to be learnt...

by the inspired living being inside...
who becomes else to satisfy its pride...

words are a treasure and should be used in the manner...
probably have inside us our own scanner...

our relation with words should be such ...
that the difference between them and us shouldnt be much...

and be felt by others just as our touch...
not as an arrow being struck...

be kind to words and they shall be kind too...
and what you say from the heart is bound to come true...