Death

Dont Like to Die 
   The Shadow of death
trails me
Night or day trying 
 to caress me
The shadow of death
 keeps laughing at me
 on my face
Poking in my chest
 this my death
Taking away my beloved
 leaving behind a shadow
Shadows of tears and grief
 The shadow of death
Just trails me...
 Dont like to die
O my shadow...

Drops

The  drops  in the ocean 

the   ocean itself

One in the world

the world itself

Different  waves in the water

One  water itself.

Me And Lucky...

Me and Lucky at Gateway of India

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Harmony

Smelling past the meadows of flowers
Touching the velvety grass that caress the ground
The wind floating by gently
carrying a bunch of clouds on its head
The trees dancing along with music
of a bird singing a lullaby
Chords of an orchestra
orchestrated by the unknown
The state of bliss exists
Do not disturb passing by
Mother is enjoying the tranquility

Memories

I am trying to complete my poem,
From the shadows of the memories
which are laying their shadows on me
Forgotten are the few moments now
can see the web of life
Getting stuck in this mirth
with miseries all around
The skeletons of the reasons
can be seen with the betrayals
of wailings all around
bereft of love people lay crying around
Hurt can be seen, unseen are the tears
Running after mirages called riches all around
Eyes are full of fear,life getting lame
lament comes from the mouth
when beloved death comes to the ground
The poem was for me
and this me is just not me
For I live in you and you live in me
Will empty be poem
Will empty be my life
How do I keep hearing wailings
of the empty people laid to the ground...

You

The breath of air
moves so slow
the life moving
is without any glow
come and kiss me once
light the fire
in my soul for once
fill it with
fragrance of you
in the bottom of my heart
let me spread the
freshness all around me
let the world know
its u live in there...

Waiting

hey wonderful come back soon...
I m waiting here just for u
 Time passing by seems so slow
      The breath of air ...
the life moving too slow..
  ahh is what comes from my mouth ..
Come soon or I m going to die                               

I live with you right here.. not in the images alone

Memories of images
floats by with the time
Imaging the hopes of
the happiness in the future
Churning away the peace
of the present
Missing the love
present lying by
Grasping in darkness
the meaning of the life
In images are the miseries
in future lies the pain
Life awaits with for your destiny
with arms open wide apart...

J Krishnamurthi's Musing

A meditative mind is silent. It is not the silence which thought can conceive of; it is not the silence of a still evening; it is the silence when thought – with all its images, its words and perceptions – has entirely ceased. This meditative mind is the religious mind – the religion that is not touched by the church, the temple or by chants.
Meditation is hard work. It demands the highest form of discipline – not conformity, not imitation, not obedience – but a discipline which comes through constant awareness, not only of the things about you outwardly, but also inwardly. So meditation is not an activity of isolation but is action in everyday life, which demands co-operation, sensitivity and intelligence.
Without laying the foundation of a righteous life, meditation becomes an escape and therefore has no value whatsoever. A righteous life is not the following of social morality, but the freedom from envy, greed and the search for power – which all breed enmity. The freedom from these does not come through the activity of will but by being aware of them through self- knowing. Without knowing the activities of the self, meditation becomes sensuous excitement and therefore of very little significance.
· Always to seek for wider, deeper, transcendental experiences is a form of escape from the actual reality of “what is,” which is ourselves, our own conditioned mind. A mind that is awake, intelligent, free, why should it need, why should it have, any “experience “ at all? Light is light; it does not ask for more light.
----- J.KRISNAMURTHI

Hopelessly hopeful

Living in turbulence,
We keep on flowing
Aimless in the woods
Darting like an arrow wild....
Soulless speechless
words become impotent
Grasping in darkness
Knowledge taking haywire...
Incomplete work incomplete life
Forcing on everyone
Spreading misery allround...
Darkness around,fears aloud
Away from self we become...
A light will come
Its there..Just a moment to light
Love will pervade the darkness
around...