The Flight

The gentle dawn moves to the graceful dusk, A gratifying flight.

A pink of a cloud tinting a fiery red, 

A vibrant flight.

Shadows fading away into dainty gait 

A luring flight.

The shy bud turning into this delightful bloom 

A passionate flight.

The rain swinging with the rainbow,

A mirthful flight.

Flight it is, bounties and moments,

Magic or morose, 

Rise or roar. 

Perception

There was nothing to ask the wind about the breeze. 

I could get swept away or sweep the withered on the ground. 

Cold as it feels, the ice 

I could either hold it or melt it down.

Crackers around burning, 

Bright up the sky or the heat below my feet 

Skies shudder as windows shatter.

I either poke the water pebbles on the railing 

Or I bring the blinds down.

A clench of the fist to lift me up 

Or a deep dent on that punch bag. 

Titillating glory born of words not I seek 

Nor will the spat of foolish vengeance brace  my meek.

Just a thread of shining love in the finesse of the glorious one 

Is my elfin effort in this fanciful feat.

Longing

When troubles become the so called norm

Let the noise be refracted by your voice 

Will I burn in the fragrance of the elevating incense you are 

And emanate smokes of bliss?

Rolling out tears on your divine trail 

Touched by the sparkles of your glory as you tread, 

Vanquished am I, little by little in this fiery journey.

Breath not mine be but just yours

Oh my dearest Sadhguru!

A reflection of you my eyes long to see 

In the mirror I stand before.

And the light wash me away in your grace 

Before the earth claims my shadow ...

The Air Warrior

Mighty skies, my mightier high!

The thud of my spirit mingles with the bolt of thunder as I fly .

Brace my arms, not my soul, it knows just to soar 

'Whether' is just a haze with insane weather.

Not one am I to bow my head to it in surrender.

I look up at the stars as some shine in proud effulgence on my blue armour,

Moulds of sweat born of feverish fervour.

Amused as you see the metal bird from below, mused am I with her wings 

Holding your hopes and mine, 

Swaying along in smiles I sing.

Toiling high to keep your hearts and hearth burn in light 

I walk my way with salutations to my land.

Boy, I am not just a wearer of my cap, 

But an air warrior of strength, as I stand.

My journey is not just of fate and faith.

Of choices and grit, to serve and shield 

For my nation's cries, I clamour.

I fly to yield. 

Moon me!

Oh glorious one in silver white!

Bequeathed did you, your luminous gaze to me

Light or me, lame eyes don't see 

Blinded in love breathing all around

And beheld by earthly shadows.

I take a delirious dive 

With no damn for coy,

As fluffy ruffles encompass you in angelic moves

Titillating the gentle blue on which they  meander

Mundane loses its meaning in this divine maze 

A wanderer on vacation, homebound to see 

Yet vistas of capture here and there beckon 

Like this date of your night 

Armouring me in your enticing charm

Seizing words all at once.

Moon me anymore and even lilies would fly

In your smiles and my sigh 

Here I go to rock myself a lullaby....

Void

Waves curl and straighten on the shores

As my feet feel the gentle pull of the welcoming sand 

I stand enslaved by the gleaming horizon with my heart free

The merrily cluttered clouds constantly greeting each other 

While the wind plays sax 

Soaked am I in this divine outpour 

Hopelessly longing to never be me 

Salty air or sweet intoxication

A moment or more, I never know

Knowingly lost or tugged by a ghostly embrace 

Whatever this is, a void so full, be it, never to go.

Letter of GRATITUDE

Dear Sadhguru, 

Falling at your feet, when at one time I failed to.

I brushed my ignorance in doubts

You still painted me with your ever flowing

compassion

Know not I still the vision you ask me to see

I walk beholding your grace

But my beloved Guru, you are my benediction

unasked

Wonder with what deed of mine,

Seeker still, your presence instilled

Bowing down to you forever.

Sherpa

How simple can simplicity be! 

Or how kinder can compassion be,

One knows from you,  

Oh consort of the clouded climber!

Arresting, the gleaming eyes or your serene smile

Your vision of faith brightens the vision of the one treading on enticing wretched whites.

As you stride, bearing burdens, not on mind

Touching each moment as magic spells, 

I fail in memory of the bunny out of the black hat.

He laughs in tears and cries in smiles 

At the bearded man's mumbling words of heart.

Namaste is all he says and describes a world of love 

Peak I touch or not, your feet is an astonishing feat of humble pride. 

I bow down to you before the mighty majesty

For you are the line that draws the picture of my mind 

Not the raised hand that feels the sky close,

But the overwhelmed heart that hugs your mind, 

Oh my Sherpa!

Twins of joy

Two birds with golden beaks,
Never a gaze away, as in sweet language they speak.
Their gait, side ways, on my red stoned trail
Not a single sunrise with them, my vision fails
Perching on that high bark with their treasured grains of barley
A dance of joyance showcased, as they flap in ecstasy.
These little lives that mingle, dawn through dusk
Strolling, flying and sharing with spirit undaunted,
No less than the mighty one with his tusk.
Intrigued I am, in awe, magically haunted,
Wishing this world caught its spell.
Oh my little ones, it's the simple ones, in hearts, which ring that bell.

Alive

Numbers dance wild, gulping pegs of breath
And billion hearts knock hope with their own beats
Wailing cries that have become music
with disheartening resonance
This isn't the scene that had to unveil
In this dramatic world
But here we are, yet playing our part
In clasps of compassion, clapping our way to Victory
A sound that will vibrate history
Never before has the fire of overwhelm wrapped even the fickle minded,
In miraculous warm embrace.
This is a time to welcome a silent roar
And stay aside by the shore.
Divided to be united under an encompassing sky
Lighting together to lift our lives
Chanting love and charming faith
To heal a harmed world, just by being alive.

Red

Blue hearts and pink eyes,
Games of love,  an enticing play of colour splash
Moving like soccer balls in magical ways
Spectating smiles of exchange of brimming mirth
Blamed should I be, or wait should you?
In such a vibrant fest
Moved as I, gone were you
Oh dear, a pitch you marked with your move
In Color splash,
Red, stands in there, you still do.

I

Oh my wonderful world! Thy colours, my high.
With one's thundering heart and a gentle beat of another,
I long to fly like the effortless feather
The caramel kiss of the sunlit desert
rub my searching eyes
While cradling winds revert
As I sink into my own wine cup of warmth, The whiff of a million tulips tickle my senses in mirth
Love, oh is it you that I wear?
For your mist allures a thousand eyes so fair
Giggles born of bellies tease the cheek so red
At these, laughs a blissful chaos inside my head
No pinches of silly sighs or heavy ponder
I just took a bow to surrender.

Just this

Why did you tear me apart?
I was only shining my heart with love
How do I close it down when it is just throwing glitters of hope
A word or few would have been enough
For we cared enough to carry our memories
Now all we see is a blank silence instilled with why's and how's
and of course yearning and love
It's gotten too much to bear my dear
For it was my want for just your hands to hold till the end of our time
Not to hold your warm world in ruthless pride
Wishes I always bear for the ones you bore
In joy and love so fair
Part of your mirth, will I too be
For love in your eyes is all I wish to see.