WHISPERS - Faraway, Loss and Burning...

FARAWAY

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She walks alone on the beach

Tidal waves, stormy sea

Me, morning and my scattered dreams

LOSS

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I am shedding memories

Like leaves in fall

Did I loose you in between my thoughts?

My Way of Love

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A part of my heart

Remains empty to let you grow

Into an ache

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Burning

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He is sitting alone

Burning his bridges

Piece by rending piece

Even before heart could smell

The acrid smoke of burning

The bonds are razed down

Flowing away in time’s unceasing current

Breaking heart tries hard to keep

The fire from going on hurting, flame by flame

His face, turned away

Shadow the flicker of the burning pyre

Of love, belonging and desires

A burning love, and burns at last.

Made of blood, as foolish as it sounds;

Memories drip, from bleeding heart

And love cast her name, again and again

On the deserts of time

Waves upon waves of pain

Tries to wipe the etched memories on sands,

Again and again

Why do I write?

Why do I write, my pain

Knowing

The bonds, cast in sands of time

Matured in feelings

Nurtured in love

Will never burn away

Pyre turned ash, he slowly walks back

A life time ago

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ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya

WHISPERS: River song...and Buddha Smiles

Fresco's on the Walls of Buddha Temple in Sarnath - Varanasi

Free Form Haiku on ‘Buddha’

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Bodhi tree floated, a message

Of life, in the falling leaf

On the temple floor

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Looking at young Bhikshu sitting below

Bodhi tree smiles too

Who is Buddha?

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In the shadow of Bodhi Tree

Young Buddha smiles

What life is?

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Holy Ganges River in Himalaya

River Song

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As flow of cosmic creation

She streamed down from sky

Entangled in the web of icy locks

Lovingly nestled mountain’s arms

As she flows, her young heart

Hopping, skipping and jumping

Stone to Stone

Some times in streams of unending games

Sometime turning into falls

As she grew, in warm shadows of icy peaks

She lingered in warm hugs, within watchful eyes

Softly glowing in the warmth of love,

Living, dreaming in laps of belongingness

Yet, times moves on, on and on

Slowly, she finds her way out of this intense hold

Holy Ganges River in Varanasi

Out in the open fields, and in gentle sway

As icy peaks held themselves away

She flowed on and on

A life of exploring;

Fields and bathing Ghats

Temple bells; moving carts

Bridges, bunds and floating mass

Vast as she is now, no one to hold

Her, in his strength of love

She lets loose fury of passion

As aggressive as her body flows

With lust; exploring, caressing and feeling

Edge of crumbling earth

In her entwined desires, needs

With every erosion, feeding her devouring soul

Banks don’t matter, not even the mountain

Lost long away in past

At last sun sets down on another day

Another life ends

In vastness of ocean,

No knowing; in nothingness

Old River merged in the churns

Of indifferent space and abysmal depths

Unquenched desired and un-quitted love

Mountains bleed tears, far away, alone

A River song – A farewell

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ॐ नमः शिवाय

Om Namah Shivaya

Submitted to One Shot Wednesday: Poetry Week 21

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WHISPERS: Love, Lust and Desire to 'BE'....

A child beggar on the path to Haji Ali Mosque- Mumbai

Some of Free Form Haiku's on life and living...
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Silence

Prevails, in heart

So loud

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Life, sometimes,

Is lived

Sometimes, wasted on living

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Night falls softly

In the lap of evening

As she rests her head in mine

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As my memories bleed

The earth opens up

Tombstone reads: here lays ‘love’

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Arabian Sea from my Window (Mumbai-India)

Notes from a high rise Apartment, where I was staying last few days (Mumbai, India)

The large windows opening out to Arabian Sea, was my gateway to my heart's desires and pains

Here is one such attempt to share those feelings

Love, Lust and Desires to BE

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There is a thin line

Between love and lust

Between sea and sky

Between me

And you

Such a fine line

That I can see

Touch it from

Here

As I am reaching out to be

 From here, I hear

-Silence whispering to the sea

Waves percolating through the window

Where darkness of my erotic thoughts

Seep into the night sky – color it black

From here I see

A window with three glass frames

Barred, framed and up-curtained

Unveiled, reflecting my shadow –

A picture of naked desire

 From here I reach out

To rush into the night

To tear apart

The love and the lust – Out there

A brazen display in the dark night

From here, I taste

The entangled Sea in the physical sky

And cleave out, a divide

Between my passion and need

Long handle knife of my desire To BE

Some time I want to be - BE

Some times Sea in all its thrashing about

With waves and storms just want to BE too

Some times the sky

With its dark cloud and their silver linings

Just want to BE

Some times all of us want to

Reach out

Separate love from lust

And desire; just to ‘BE’

Just to be in love

Pure, undiluted, undefined

Just Love

LOVE

Love to be

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ॐ नमः शिवाय

Om Namah Shivaya

Submitted to One Shot Wednesday – Wk 20

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The 12th Edition of "Shadow Dancing with Mind"

Contents of 12th Edition

This edition contains the following section and hope you will visit few of them and get back to me with your views on the same.

YOGI BABA: A story untold…Beginning of 10th Chapter

This is a story of Yogi and Yogini Vashudha, who are in the quest of answers to their own questions about life, living and bonds. Yogini Vashudha question, “Is life all about living in control, abstinence and detachment or is there any space for just living?” has been troubling Yogi Baba for some time and the journey to the answer is still on....

This time the journey, takes you to a village in Greece, where the old man watches his grand daughter growing up, among his thoughts…

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THE READER: Zorba - The Greek

“Zorba – The Greek” is one of the beautiful books I have read in last few months and enjoyed it thoroughly. Those who are familiar with OSHO and been to the ashram in Pune, would remember this name very much. I have posted some of the beautiful excerpts from the book, please have a look…

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STILL LIFE: Rains

This time I take you to the journey of the monsoon in Chennai and Mumbai…

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WHISPERS: Dance of Emotions, pain and loneliness…

This time, I have posted three sections of whispers as below. They have been submitted to various online blogs as indicated…

Old Man at the Ghat

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Submitted to Monday Poetry Potluck


Solitude and Rain

Submitted for One Shot Wednesday

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The Dance In The Night

This is a story about Famous Sun Temple of Konark, where in ancient times, Sun God was worshiped. Now it has become a monument instead of temple, it was.

Submitted for Monday Potluck Building, Landmark and Monuments

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ॐ नमः शिवाय

Om Namah Shivaya

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