Animal faith

The more independent our free will becomes with age , 

the more barriers we impose on ourselves with our self made boundries......

Early morning temple visit
Awakened the spirit within me
All problems now seemed so small
 I could win them one and all
All negative thoughts went aside
And peace originated from my inside.

And as a holy me walked home,
That cow calf grabbed my attention
Stuck in the drainage nearby
It meeked for help and resurrection

Temple brought out my passion and zeal
A God’s soldier is born to heal
Half hour of diligent hard toil
I rescued the calf back on firm soil

It started caressing my feet in affection
It seemed reward enough for my good intentions
But just then from afar,
The calf owner came up running,
Short of breath but not short of thanks
It carried away its calf while brimming

Looking at the owner and calf depart,
Satisfaction took leave from my heart
All my efforts seemed a waste.
Not even blessings I deserve to taste
From the bounty of my Almighty grace

If only I had already known it,
While I was busy toiling to save it,
But chances of prior notion were slim,
And the cow never told me it was Muslim.

The Kajal Eyes

The poetic eyes span unfazed,
Black kajal lines lacing its beauty,
To look at them and be lost amazed,
Is a necessary act of duty.

The beauty in them,
This parented dream and art.
The blink in them,
This gave rhythm to the beating heart.
The shade in them,
This subdued color for black and white.
The twinkle in them,
This brought the stars to light.
The depth in them,
This defined love, joy and pain.
The tear drop in them
This taught heavens to rain.

But see what irony the Nature plays,
Opposites it puts in one place -
How such powerful eyes,
Can tender eyelashes give company?
How such soft an eye,
Can pierce my heart with arrow?
How such delightful a creation,
Can provide tears to partner sorrow?

And what injustice the Almighty plays,
Idea of equality he betrays -
One stern gaze she beholds on me,
My entire mind she unfolds from me.
And when her depth I try to measure,
I only submerge more in her treasure.

Logic, reason, emotion - all I sold,
Still can’t grasp what they hold.
But still I toil-on with all my eager,
For it will be so less than meagre,
To lose the earth, heaven and all its gold,
But be the one her eye beholds. 

Oh My God !

Born without religion
But soon enough
I am taught about my God
And taught why my God
is better than  the best.

I accept it and move ahead
But time puts questions in head
It struggles to identify
Why it the best
And struggle to see what difference
It provides me from the rest.

But a difference religion provides yes
Of whether in my death
I am buried or burnt.
But then
A dead me would hardly care
Of the fire or the coffin
Or the soil affair.

So why not    
Suspend religion until
I reach in my grave
And not let my life
Be its slave.

Or perhaps
Follow the religion
Which keeps me forever alive
And does not desert me
Eventually to death side

But such a religion
Alas
Can never be
For,God I was taught
But immortality
How can they teach me ?.

The Ear-Ring

I could only catch a glimpse of her from the side;
but that was enough ....

A look at her and the moment froze
Her tender ear as if a white rose 
So tender that it swirls with the breeze
Still holds that ear-ring with graceful ease.

The earring –
It sings as if a sparkling jewel
In the breeze it dances and dwells
Sometimes it kisses her hair
Sometime her cheek
Heaven on earth it knows how to seek.

And then the ring
Whispers something in her ear
Perhaps it warns her –
Of the observing intruder so near
And No!
She starts to move away,
And I am left so much behind.
How much I envy the ring
It is so close to her all the time

And as if my spell curses the ring
The ear forfeits it, downward it slings
The graceful one walks away in bliss
Not having the idea of what is amiss
I run to grab the ring so round
After its journey from heaven to ground

The ring and I now hand in hand
So close to heaven and yet on land
We stand alone though we are two
And watch her go away from view
Our memory gains her forever beauty today 
But alas! Our heart is taken away.

Some left and some right

 In Chinese philosophy, the concept of yin yang  is used to describe how polar or seemingly contrary forces are interconnected and interdependent in the natural world, and how they give rise to each other in turn.

Some soul to heal the spirit
Some spirit to heal the soul
Some whole to put the parts
Some parts to put the whole

Some pain to hold the love
Some love to hold the pain
Some gain to know the loss
Some loss to know the gain

Some map to draw the world
Some world to draw the map
Some gap to bridge the boundary
Some boundary to bridge the gap

Some tears to stop the smile
Some smile to stop the tears
Some fear to feel the strength
Some strength to feel the fear

Some sea to love the ship
Some ship to love the sea
Some others to let alone be
Some alone to let others be

Some money to make the rules
Some rules to make the money
Some honey to bring the bees
Some bees to bring the honey

Some light to hold the darkness
Some darkness to hold the light
Some fight to bring   the peace
Some peace to bring the fight
   
Some lies to win the truth
Some truth to win the lies
Some eyes to meet the opposites
Some opposites to meet the eye.

Bird's eye view

A young bird takes her first flight.
With every eye -span ,
she learns new things and grows bold.
Then she starts questioning the old....


Flying above I look down and see -
Grey buildings and brown land.
Every inch, an human errand.
The water shining black and blue
Smoke rings which block my view.

Massive dams that make river stop
Flying planes that come to me for talk
Mighty machine uprooting the tree
Opening up place for walking free.

A big drill to break open the earth
And pull out oil even from inside the crust.
Power weapons to tame elephants life
Ivory to jewel converting magic knife
Even the mighty whale cannot freely float
A magic machine can convert them to soap.

So much magic in the world below lies
New things I learn with each span of eye
But each eye-span chills my heart like ice
To realize that all my grandmother stories were lies --

“Blue water and green land” she told
“Elephant the mightiest animal” she behold
“River always flows to meet the sea” told she
“Only birds can reach the tallest tree.”

May be she never flew out of the nest,
May be she told all stories just in jest,
But when I return home to the flock
My grandmother I will delight with my talks.
I will tell her about the real World Rules
About man, machine and all the tools.
I know truth will give her delight
I know she will kiss me with pride.

But before I fly back home round
Why not eat the grains on the ground.
It is nice to chew these grains you bet,
But why are my feet tangled in a net?

Aqua Opinion

The boy looks at the fish in the aquarium.

The fish looks at the boy.from the aquarium

The boy expresses his opinion and the fish listens.

The fish expresses its opinion and the boy listens....................

The opinion of the boy  -

Star fish on the glass,
On the bed a coin of brass.
A scuba toy bubble at you,
Crawling crab in their too.
Magical fishes tail and fin,
I even spot an identical twin.
Green algae tinge so light,
Turtle floating in delight.
Fragment of lost treasure chest,
A gray-white pebble nest ......

An ocean within a box contained
Ocean's Pandora for all sustained
"An aquarium", to capture the sea
More beautiful an idea cannot be !!


The opinion of the fish -

An ocean in a jail,
Beyond box cannot sail.
No friend of my alike,
Oh what a closed life !

No waves and no tides,
Nothing new comes in sight,
Same stone and same sound,
Swim again the same round.
Same food all day night,
No new companion in sight.

Freedom is too much to ask,
Dead is life with no task.
No choices in it to make,
No new direction there to take,
Life out of me I cannot shake,
Alas! the glass will not break.

Looking at me exclaims the boy
Other side of glass, the world is coy
For others I am a toy
It is said -
One's misery is another's joy !!

The Little I

This post has also been posted by me as a guest author on Little Lights . Little Lights blog is owned by Marilia Magdala.

Little Lights in the sky
Little stars twinkle my eye
Little moon above so high
Little eyes can see so high.

Little wings of the butterfly
Little rain drops falling by
Little chirp of the bird that fly
Little cloud in the sky.

Little sound the wind with fly
Little grasshopper jump so high
Little nut of squirrel shy
Little rabbit runs so why .

Little sound of train go by
Little dog to catch insect try.
Little cat on tree so high
Little plane up in sky.

Little cow chew and mow
Little seeds the farmer sow
Little egg the chicken lay 
Little frogs croak to say

Little leaf on the ground fall
Little tree will grow so tall
Little dew on rose so small
Little sound of the church toll.

Little little the world so all
Little little I will know it all
Little little I see with the eye
Little little learns the Little I.

The Two of Me

There are moments in our life where we stare at defeat and difficult times.

We are at the crossroads - we do not know what to do.

At these times, our inner self seems divided in two - our  I and You.

We stop , listen to both and we think..........

Then

Some of us follow the I 

and 

Some of us follow the You.  

The Me – I

A fear hides in the heart
That dreams would die only as dreams
Unfulfilled ambitions yet
And soul would depart
Body would lay satisfied
But wanting soul would still scream.

Even then , 

No more dreams now I strive to pure

No new dimensions I try to explore
Too many constrains the free will found
It killed the dreams, I lived to bound

Past boundaries have punctured the heart

More failures may rip it apart

So I live now this vegetative life
Daily chores and no delight
No excitement in life for sure
But at least pain I bear No More !


The Me - You

You may fear to die,
You may not - I cannot say
But you fear to live
One by one you kill each day

Intense pain is better
Slow pain to death – Never!
Dormant life is sin for sure
So precious life is 
Vegetation is no cure .
 

Attempt and action 

Coulld bring joy 

Could bring sorrow
But they bring an alive tomorrow
Dream and decision 

May give pain 

May give gain
But they make you live again. 

Inaction is state of defeated mind.

A champion lives each moment

All the time.
 

Today you vegetate
By taming your soul
Tomorrow the body
With age will tame you old
Before you decay
Yourself you cure
One life, Do More !

The End

Imagine a day when Mother Nature would be disturbed beyond the brink  , when Environment would refuse to sustain us any more and extract its revenge on us.
On this last day ; everything would end, We all would end.
On this day , anyone of us could be left behind to live a few moments more and suffer the agony of our mistakes a little longer than others .
On this day , anyone of us could be left behind to remorse the destruction which we all caused to our planet.and the destruction which the planet replied to us...................


For there might still be a green grass bed
Hence I keep dragging my feet ahead
Burning wind beats my skin to death
Air in my lungs sting with every breath
But I keep dragging my feet  instead ,
For there might still be a green grass ahead.

Longs my soul for a flower
Just to rest my eyes;
Longs my soul for a bird chirp
Just to bless my ears.
The forests I still can see
But Concrete grows now for Trees
The lakes I still can feel
But its now dry and Dump-Sealed.

The color of rivers once blue is now so red
Still swim in them the humans but now as dead.
But I do not swim yet;but drag my feet instead ,
For there might still be a green grass ahead.


And now it seems so simple
How we missed it then ;  I dread ---
" If trees do not give us food
Industries would  never give us bread ".

And now my time draws a die
No one around but yet I scream ;
Not for help ----
But with  Hope
that now I shall be clean.

But with  Prayer in my heart
That if by chance some human alive walks across my bones
Before he dies , he covers me up just with a few stones.'
But with with Joy in my soul
For in the new place I shall now tread
There might still be a green grass bed.

Three Walls - A Poem

I was watching the movie - Theen Dewareein (Three Walls).In the movie  Nasruddin Shah(one of the best actors in Indian Movie Industry) plays a convict.He is to be hanged but he plays a very enigmatic charecter - full of charm and poise , even as imminent death approaches him. He recites a couplet of 4 lines .I was really impressed by the depth of the lines and thought over it.
In the end , I extended it to a poem.

Do share your point of view on the poem.

Three Walls
Three walls are the barrier
The fourth my will
Break it I must
For then shall I be free
But free I am
For my mind is my own
Free I am to think and explore

Free I am from duties and deeds
Free enought to think beyond caste and creed
Free I am from material world and its jitters
Free I am to count by my window,the stars that glitters

Free I am to explore the powers of God
Free I am to feel nature and its rules so broad
Free I am full of leisure and peace
Free away from the urge of money all seek

Free I am for my days are mine
But free, I am only till the day after tomorrow, until the sun shines
For then my body shall depart my soul
For then no barriers my mind will explore
As I will be bound to a rope above the floor
and Alas ,free shall I be no more.

The Disconnect Within - A Poem

Thinking upon the same disconnect which I put up in the last blog 'The Disconnect Within', I went about composing a poem which highlights the same issue.The poem talks of a scenario where a fundamental concept is looked upon from different points of view and in the end one feels lost by so many distinct impressions.
Do provide your thoughts on the same.

The Disconnect Within
Things are same
Eyes are different
Objects are same
Thoughts are different
Ask a biologist
“What is heart?”
‘a pumping organ it is
consisting of four parts
it contracts and expands within inside
helps us to live from outside'
Ask a physicists
“What is heart in ur measure?”
‘He quips-‘don’t you know the concept of pressure?’
it pumps the blood up and down
force/area is how to count’
Ask a mechanic loud apart-
“Heart?’what is meant by this part?’
He answers mockingly sitting in his chair
'The only machine that I can’t repair!’
Question a soldier who fights at heights
‘something inside covered with stones so tight,
to keep yours beating,make the others quiet.'
Examine a psychiatrist and he nods-
‘a portion which is always blooded
sometimes barren,sometimes flooded’
Pepper a gambler what is heart
‘one of the symbols of the card’
A heart surgeon would give another reply
“What is heart?”
'The means to make money fast,my friend,
when hearts of other wreak,
I gain a big cheque.'
Ask a human, "What is heart?"
‘Something inside,it is curled
A world beating within a world
A place for building passion and dreams
A place for fretting failures and screams
Whatever it is,its part of my system
because of it , I am called human’

“So many advices,so many views
what to neglect,what to choose
You ask me-what is heart?
I am sorry,I am confused
Within choices ,I cannot choose"

Let me ask God, but alas he/she again betrays
And with a placid voice says -
'The question you ponder my child, is deep indeed
But I cannot provide the answer to what you seek
For if the answer to this is known to you
You will become one of me, and that I cannot let you.'


-End