Gracious enough is the grace of
your flowing love,
gently it flows kissing every thorn !
 
Does it kiss my hands?
Hand of an impure son ?  

It flows and dosent allow
my shadow to reflect;  

And here is the hummmm of hummer
laughter of wind,
taunt of my soul -  

" What will you reflect ?   
your impurities ? your sins ? "           

       Love flows,
 has been flowing without kissing my hands;  

For    
     Sun let his every pure Son     
      to drink from his heart,    
      Mothers let their every pure Son    
      to feast on her breast,  
     and Earth allowed every leaf of grass    
      to Be . 

hehe, but who shall allow this
impure son, to drink , to feast, to Be;  

For Mothers never allowed me to feast,
My sins never allowed  me to ' Be '
Even when my Godess danced in my Spine,
Cool and warm , roll and roll.....
touching everey Chakra ( even the impure one ! )
like fingers playing piano....

And what tune does she play, may I know ?  
Tune of my Sins, My impurities , My separation ....

The Sandpiper

A grey Sandpiper
sifts through the sand
a frantic search for
a morsel, scant

the wave comes crashing
usurps his meal...

its his frustration
i seem to feel

the waves come crashing
my thoughts are splashing
its like i'm grasping
for things unreal...

WOW, these valentine flowers,
they do compose a perfect song,
along with music of hummers;
               And it is that girl - MY MOM( ! ),
Her hands have gardened this
this love on earth;

Pritier than roses,
brighter than sun flowers,
this girl of my heart,
               In whose eyes I
saw my shadow as if I am
bathing in some lake divine !

Along the streams of my dreams,
among the innocent desires,
I have stood for centuries,
                 Waiting for my Girl- my Mom,
with her nursed flowers in my hands,
asking to YOU Mom, to Mother Divine
WILL YOU BE MY VALENTINE ????????

p.s - Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee.....

.....and by the way ...I have got a special VALENTINE ZEEEERRRBERT FOR YOU MOM ............


....as i always wanted to be, all naked in your lap ...and MERGE MY SOUL IN YOURS !!
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY sweetie.

Sun's intensity, his love,
I feel on my back, it does
melt many tensions,
As if Mom has touched her lips
with my hands !

And if leaves have depended
on sun and bees on flowers,
Snows have always kissed mountain
tips, then how come have I not
 Kissed my Mom ???

O wind dear wind ,
how mean you are, how cruel,
you does play in my mom's hair;
And these clouds, your companions
they have always watched my Mom
from top, Ask them will they describe
how beautiful are her eyes?
how she cuddles her sons ?
will you not sing to me dear wind,
how it feels to touch her body ?

Although this son of hers do know
how deep are her eyes !
They are windows of my house,
and those windows open to the
big, beautiful sea of love,
where tides of joy are ever engulfing
divinity;

Yet even in this separation form her
I have survived, finding her everywhere-
in smiles of  little babies,
in elegence of beautiful young women,
in fragrence of winters,
in jyotiji's smile !
and even sometimes, in
beauty of my own !

So my dear wind,
Dear Sun, tell my Mom
tell that Avtar of Gaurie and to Gaurie herself that -

May be she has termed my love
 as mere attachment ( ! ),
May be she has asked me suffer
more separation and be - '  Spritual warrior '
[ and also ask her what kind of spritual
  warrior I will be in suffering more separation
  from her ?? ]

Tell her to take away these honors,
I dont need them, I am only her son.

And I am the one,
whom she has never nursed
from her breasts ( my birth right ! ),
whom she has never locked in her
arms, I am that son of hers,
whose head has never rested in
his mom's lap !

But dear wind, also tell her
as a student is not accomplished
without her master,
lover does not breathe without
his beloved's sight,
as Shiva does not create without
Paravati, then how can this
Son of Shiva live separately
From his spritual MOM,
AVTAR of Paravati ??? 

O dear wind next time you
encircled her, whistle her
in her ears, that this son of hers
is ready to melt his soul and pour
his love into her heart,
Sing to her my truth that -
I am her lover,
I am her son,
I am her servent,
I AM NOT ME BUT SHE !

I inhale these droplets
The overflowing love of darkened clouds,
 And smile of washed grass leaves,
Emitting their joy in winds,
 Does it reminds me of something ?

   I wet my feet in newborn muddy streams,
 And water entering the defence of my dence beard,
Dancing on my face, singing some old melodies,
 Awaking the feared heart to strange assurances...
Does it remind me for something ?  

I see beauty of merry trees,
 Waving their arms to and fro,
And a little monkey clasped in his Mom's arms,
deep imprinted in her heart !
Oh...it reminds me of you Mom !!
 
  hahaha
This smile of washed grass leaves,
 Remind Me of the ecstacy of watching your smile,
Those merry, waving trees remind me your warmth,
They tempt me to kiss them, hold them,
as I would have rub my hands in your hair !  

Oh this wind and earth,
This melancholy of my soul,
They remind me the coming joy,
It invites me to put my feet
Again in the muddy streams
 As a soul would dip itself in
love of Mother Divine ....     

It brings me closer to you
Sensations which expand heart,
Is it beautiful or painfull ,
I am confused, And afraid
that I open the gates of my heart
And suffer separation !

Yet do I have the capacity to suffer
separations anymore ?

Enjoy, celebrate - you say
And celebrate what ?
Only dreams of hugging Mom,
Only My fake encounters with her ??

.. Now, 1stly that depends how long is my spritual path ! hehe





...But I guess, I with grace of Divine Mother have really crossed some yards ...for me at present LIVING MY UNDERSTANDING is Spritual principle ... Where when understanding ends at a point that Complete surrender to in GOD'S feet is the only way out of all the mess we create among ourselves . A year ago that was a theoretical proposition but now it is my life's very REALITY !!...infact very very beautiful reallity .

.... Believing and surrendering have brought immeasurable Faith and ofcourse the best part is the QUALITY of love for myself,GOD ( for my divine Mother ) and the ailing humanity . 

.... And amazingly Most beautiful aspect if faith in universal love is Divinity's gift ..MY SPRITUAL MOM ... She is proof that I am well on my way ..


.............. I dedicate thousands of thess to Mother God through
                                                 my own Spritual MOM  

That blowing breeze is very familiar, father,..isnt it ??
And that smile of yours too, and your Laughter,
Which travels in Bunches as hunches (!)
Gently sitting on my head, in my heart !

Tell Me, do you remember ME ??

In dreams I saw you, sometimes as krsna
Sometmes as Babaji himself !
" sit in my chariot and I shall guide THEE ! "
Krsna's assurance, oh ticket to salvation !!
Assuring me that HE is my Father in spirit World,
and YOU are my Father in Physical World !

But tell me, do You recognise Me ?????
Do You consider me worthy of this ?????

YOU sail in heavens of glorious Angels
And I do drag myself in Trenches of
miseries and EGO !....

 







I write for the joy of soul
 Sometimes to kill the effects
 Of dreadful life and its burden
On my nerves;

I write for you and I write for me
 And privilege it will be
If appriciation will come from Thee;

For writing makes my soul
Sank in your heart's ocean Kisna 
And drift carelessly on the sea of yours love
And every feeling will fly to you
And will give my message......

The message will tell you how drunk
My mind becomes when I think about you,
How water rolls out of eyes when I sing
 About you and even how sometimes
 I block the feelings from you
 With my Egoistic thoughts;
 
And so I write and write on this
Sheet of life allowing all your colours and
Blessings and joys to spread, I write
 And will write more about you and your songs
 And about your smile deep inside me !

That my every word is your's
And if sometimes I am not in my purest form
Then make me pure and
let me write For you and me ...forever.    

Arise Ye Prisoners of starvation,
 Arise Ye wretched on earth,
To justice thunders condemnation,
A better world'd in birth.
No more tradition's chains shall bind us
 Arise Ye slaves ! no more in thrall !
The earth shall rise in new foundations,
 we have been naught, we be all.            

                                  It is finall conflict,          
                                  Let each stand in his place,          
                                 The International Party          
                                 Shall be the human race.  

Behold them seated in their glory,
The kings of mines and rail and soil !
 What would you read in all their story,
But how they plundered toil ?
Fruits of people's work's are buried,
In the strong coffers of a few ;
 In voting for their restitution,
the men will ask only their due .  

Toilers from shops and fields united,
The party we of all who work;
The earth belongs to us,
 the people No room here for shirk,
 How many on our flesh have flattened ?
But if the noisome birds of prey,
 Shall vanish from our sky some morning,
The blessed sunlight still will stay .