Butterfly

Kiss a Moth and Release it to Fly..
If it has Any Life in it..
It will spread its tiny Wings and Fly
And Share its Colours and Spread Beauty and Life
Do not Pause or Wait For the One to Turn into a Butterfly
For The Life does not Spring in a Doubting Mind..
It Springs only in Loving ceaselessly
and Loving with Heart and a Broad Smile..

Who is to Tell You?

Who is to tell you wheather You are beautiful or not.
Does Your Beauty needs a permission to BE itself..
Does a Rose asks us before it comes into existance?
Did Any bird ever asked You before it took off for a flight?
They didint do so because they are simple creatures of God
God hears so many complaints from Humans from everywhere..
But it is nowhere written..in our Holy Books..
about God getting a Complaint from a Bird, Flower or Animal of any kind

So Yes..You over there...You..You..You
You are a perfect creation of God..
Perfect in body, mind, Spirit & in Heart.
Are you a Rose, Dolphin or a Butterfly?
If You are none of these..dont complain or be sad..
You are just as beautiful and unique as they are..
Just feel the fragrance of a Rose inside You
and the Spirit of a Butterfly..
and Take flight like a Dolphin from the sea of Life to the open, abdandant, clear blue Sky..

Stargazing

Stargazing

sometimes living this life and being with people becomes a common sight
Like how one gets used to the grandeur of sky and all the sparkling stars
and one gets used to this breathing..and becomes accustomed to the light of Life..
There is beauty in Each one of us..In Every Breath in that One Ray of Light of Life..
We are the stars in the sky..who sparkle to Give to spread Love, Joy and Light..
and then when we see ourselves from the ground below..
we wonder at how beautiful these stars are..
and wish to be them..but only sometimes..
we are so busy otherwise to notice the beauty of the sky and stars..
and the message that they have for us..
that God is the Never Ending Abundant Sky..
and We are the twinkling Stars at night..

With Love,

Nachi

In the Morning

In the Morning

-1-

The Heart

All the world is beautiful & bright

the Sun shines in Crisp Golden colour

sending Butter Cream Rays of Shining light

the birds are chirping a love song.

for they are so happy to be alive

the trees sway gently to dance

to the tune that love song..

The Sun, The Birds, Trees and Us human alike

are born of God's Love..

and are united by the Love of Our Heart.

-2-

The Mind

All the world chaotic and scared..

everyone rushing around to chase success, career or life

all minds are set on desires and wants..

there is competition everywhere around..

who has the time for the sun or the morning song?

-3-

Every Morning is a invitation from God..

A Renewal of Life..

Another Chance that You have

to play the Song of Heart..

-4-

We live in parallel world

of emotions, feelings and Thoughts

Its the choice that we all have

Between viewing a simple Morning as

A Bright Opening of Life

or mad rush towards life..

Unnamed Poem

There is Divine in the Water of Ganges..
and in the gutters that carry the dirts of the city..
one purifyes the sins of thousand human lifes
and the other cleans the dirt on their body, mind.
one carries the sweet water..and the other has foul smells, bad taste..
the water is the same..and so is the divine..
is our judgement that makes them apart..

Unnamed Poem

I have no idea why i say what i say.
why i behave the way i do
and whats going on..
the world seems a crazy busy market place
and i have nothing to sell..
so i gaze around..
watch people..with intent and heart..
i look for things that please my heart..
and the ones that come for free but are not cheap
like songs, sunshine, a hug that keeps me warm
i could be lost and wrong in what i believe
i may be mad to hold on to my heart..what i find to be dear and true..
i shall wait and see. and hope for a better tomorrow and a better Me.

Hi

Sending You a Hi! From me.
and in that sound of Hi
I will find comfort and a human voice.
which I will wrap around my body
to keep it warm and be alive.


Feeling terribly lost and drained
from thinking and scratching at the surface of life

Is life a battle or a poem woven from the words of sweet love?
does the Rose has the thorns or is it the other way around?

Whats the difference between the winner and the loser?
is it between skill, luck, faith, God or in thoughts?


All the philosophies, and great works of art..
can reach only upto certain point
after that its a human experience that you must live up
and choose to suffer or enjoy.

Memories

Menories

Memories with sharp nails kneel me in my heart
as I remember the helplessness of that time
when I was so alone and defenseless
against the crowd of perpetuators

Boys and girls at the back of my mind
whisper to each in hushed silence.
as the teacher whips the lashes of his tongue
and the boy tries the count the pieces of his broken heart.

Memories in hoarse voices
of those old men
and the imprint of the rope tied to my hands.
The stronghold of a man's hand over two small hands
& the glint in the old green eyes.



the stinking memories keep on
lingering in the air
the boys and girls with ugly grin over their faces

The bit by bit defeat of a human soul and its dignity
boys and girls at the back of my mind
begin to roar with laugher.

A Poem About Bad Dreams and Reality

One night as a child I saw life and death in a different way..
Death then meant being in permanent sleep, slumber..
and life meant awakening from a night of nightmares
or a opening eyes after having some beauitful dreams..
What if then in being living now..I am living in a nightmare and being dead?
and maybe I will be awakened to a life only when this nightmare ends?


The wise call the 'reality' unreal
can it be then what we call reality is when we sleep
when our thoughts ride in our dreams..

Pain, suffering brings us death and a ghasty nightmare brings us to
awakening
can it be one and the same?

Have you pinched yourself going through your reality to check if its a bad
dream?
Sometimes the reality feels like a bad dream..
and at that of the night some nightmares look so real..
Its hard to choose between the two..

The hands pound on the wall of night to beg for some light
can there be a morning after all and can there be life?
when will this nightmare end and when will i begin with my life?

**

I still remember that time of the day..when as a child I was thinking about
life and death..
and it occured to me that it resonated with sleep and awakening..
there were so many layers...and i cant put them into words

A Poem About Greatest Poem on Earth

A Poem about Greatest Poem on Earth
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Whats the greatest poem on this earth?
who has written it?
We write it everyday.
when we give care and when we share from our heart
pouring our love on someone with kindess shown through a simple gesture
or soaking someones pain in our heart through shedding a tear or by giving a hug.

The greatest and the grandest form of Love isint in words..
its seen in silent moments of days and nights..
when lot is said without uttering a word..


The greatest Song ever written is not by any musician..or lyric writer..
Its a lullaby sung by a mother to its child.
Or that small poem which lives lifetime and beyond..in a marriage of two hearts in love with each other.

The Greatest, Grandest, Tallest, Biggest that we search for all our lives in the outside.
lies within us..in simple caring, loving hearts..

You/I/We are the Cocreators of all that dazzling, life-giving, sparkling Love..
which moves, shapes, create, change many lives..and revolves this world
for that one person for whom it matters the most..

The greatest Poem ever written..is not written through words..
Its a life lived one moment at a time well lived, well loved, and shared with Everyone.

I Find

I find my souls truth is mirrored the eyes, faces of my friends.
I can smell it in the air when I am with them or even when I am not
and can see it with closed eyes..
I can let go of my ego, even my self..
and Plunge into the river connecting us all.

In my house there is corner where the Gods reside.
It has Gods Idol in it and many images of Various Gods.

There is even a corner in me..which reminds me of my divinity,
occean of love in me.

It has the images of friends, family and soulmates..of people connecting to each other..through simpleness in love.

As I connect to them..my family and Friends..
I connect to my True self..and with it to God.

**

This has been with me for too long..I remember the people I love with the fragrance of their spirit, the colour behind their skin colour..and with the voice that fills in to my heart..

Many a times a I see many in unique shapes. I guess thats how a ADD person sees the world around it..its so beautiful to imagine, visualize..and maybe bit hard to explain or share..

Life

Life

Life is
what the we
find ourselves in
one fine morning on waking.

It could be
a quarrell for a piece of land,
for a vain notion of respectibility.
It could be a wound
to an enormous pride


Life is
what the living beings
make out of it
through their own efforts
or efforts misappropriately place
resulting in a broken image
one finds in the mirror before him.

Life is
what one wants it to be
a disgraceful man complaining on life
or a toothless smile of a old lady

I Am

I am not the picture on my passport..
I am not the marks on my marksheet or
extra comments in my Certificates..
I am not the stories that people spread about me..
I am not in judgments of pointed fingers or facts of any kind
I cant be put into numbers, labels, or types and orders.
I am not in knowing and cant be known by knowledge of mind..
To experience and meet me as and who I am..
know me through the knowledge of your heart..
which asks for no knowledge to love someone of its kind..

I am an experience, a wave, a choice that of a tear or a smile..
I am a flower, tree, or butterfly..I am the sea and the open sky..
or the wind that caresses your hair..
I am that what I love and what I am afraid of...
I am Me..anything and anyone what I want to be..

Don't tell me who I am..my limits, my scale, my size or who I can be..
Love me as an experience, give me the freedom and the space to be me.
If You must know me..Give me a Hug and a Smile..and share a caring word to let me lead you to a place, an experience called as "me"

I am a Wildflower

"I am a Wildflower."

Everyone, Everything on this Earth represents me in parts or whole..

I am in Flowers..in Roses, Lotus and Wildflowers..

When I am Joyous I am like a Fully Bloomed Rose..which wears its heart
proudly and open for all..

When I connect to Myself in Harmony..I become a Lotus..finding Union of
Spirit and Heart..

But most of the times I am a wildflower
Living anonmously on a Hill top, opening up its small petals to give and
share and care for all.

No one adorns a wildflower..or gifts one to their Loved ones..

Its stands for nothingness..no real meaning..lives on life in some corner on
the Earth..

It Hopes to be discovered and to have a new meaning, reference found from/by
Love.

Maybe there will be one day when a Wildflower will stand for something..a
sign of Eternal Love, Abundance.

Poetry of Two Kinds

Poetry is of two kinds.
Its like there is a essence of poem in feeling..and then there is perfume of words
these two are different..even though they both have the fragrance and come from love.
one is formless and the other has form..
the essence does not have a form..it is like spirit..or air..
we can feel its presence inside us and in the world around us..
but we can not touch it or smell it..we just have to know it in our heart..and trust it so.

The perfume of words..speak for itself..it has appearence..form, colour & taste.
Words have their own meaning and shape..
They have roots and branches..and they bear fruits of recognition or despair.

The feeling poem though never goes stale..or out of want..
It lives in us..in the deapths of who we are.

The expression we use to descibe ourselves..
is the expression of our feeling poem..
It can be an expression of Love..or that of hatread or pain..
we can never wrong in rhythm when reciting the feeling poem..unlike the poem of words
and can do no wrong..cause there is not right or wrong in feeling poem..
This poem does not have to be loved or even liked by others..or even ourselves..
It stays True and alive..even if its hated..or is disliked..
like the heavenly Father who loves us despite our outcry.

There is a Poem inside each of us..Even if we write it or not..
Its the Poem of Spirit or Divine.

Having felt a Poem of feeling gives such an joy..which none writer can experience with his word..

The Lost Pursuit

The Lost Pursuit


Often One gets enwrapped in the temptations of desires resulting in wounds or a forlorn smile
One sees through the life's small betrayal but nevertheless walks through it even when it breaks ones heart.
When the past life is mirrored in the present, one gets embroiled in lost pursuit

A fleeting moment sees oneself drenched in the nectar of spiritual love and the other moment one is unable to lift ones hand for prayer
What for is this longing for and why is this helplessness a heart that wins over other heart steals away a glance from the eyes.
When one can touch the heart of someone but returns without knocking on the door.

Silence

Am I alone in my silence?
or are there many of me in the broken mirror of time
chasing me in my silence.

Is it possible to leave out the 'me in me?
for atleast few moments to just 'be'
like one of those millions tides of the sea
which has no end or no beginging

To live without references, reactions
to fly with wind like a treeleaf..
to leave the anxieties on the wind
to sail away atleast once from
this shore of haunting 'me'

To be at a place where there be will no chasing anymore
and no hide and seek..
where the pointing fingers wont hurt
where the blood will dry out of old wounds..

Will I ever find that piece of the broken mirror
where i'll be whole and true...
where I'll smile at myself
in joy of finding a new 'me'
Where my eyes wont search for the scars on my face
and meet itself..like meeting a long lost friend

Will I ever find any such mirror, place or me?
Will I be free from these serpant like questions to be just 'be'
When will this chase end?
will it end with me?

I was There too and was Here too

I was there too and was Here too.
I was one amongst the crowd who threw stones on the Lord.
I was there too amongst the Priests who saw it with the lewd smile
who gave orders to crucify HIM and nail HIM to die

I cried tears of Blood for HIM being one amongst the millions who cried.
I gave my heart to HIM to Pay for the Sins that we all had committed in all.
And to pay for the lewd smile on my face and for the stone in my hand.
And for the sin that I committed in being indifferent & heartless To HIM in
ALL.

HE Paid For the Sins that I had Committed in many faces and hands.
HE Paid the Price with a Smile On His Face..and With Compassion and Heart.

HE came again on Earth and Lived the Life of a Man.
HE choose to Fight without a Weapon..with a Love in HIS heart and Open
Arms.
HE cleaned the Toilets, walked with bare feet and naked to be one amongst
all.
IT was the Fight Between Greed, Dirt of a Human Mind and Divine Heart.
Then came a Time when I Fired bullets at HIM piercing His Heart and Taking
HIS Life
And HE paid the Price for All My Sins Put together of past, present and
future beforehand
I stood there being one Amongst the crowd who shed tears of blood once again
for him and who tried from Heart.
And I saw My Face in Every Face..that took HIS Life or Loved HIM and Cried.
I was there too and was Here too.
In Killing HIM and Wanting HIM to Die and Paying Up with My Hearts Love as
Price.




***

I wanted to write this poem for long time..on God and Gandhi and I amongst
Alll who took his life or loved HIM and cried.

The Circle of Love

Meeting people far and between
completing circles now and then
only to have the waves of sea wiping even the trace of it..

What does it take to make this circle of love..
and why is it hard for some people to finish it...
While some lucky ones have all the chances/hands that they can get..
why is it then some are left behind to draw the circle by themselves.

It takes two hearts/hands to be in love to complete a circle
why then some people are left with the waiting for the other hand/heart..

How far can one go in search of such heart/hand..
meeting up with the distance of time, space
and how long does one wait for the moment to come..
to have someone to help us to finish the circle

**

The List

One day as I was reflecting on my life lived so far
I realized that I hadn't really lived my life
and then I had a thought
just as I saw all the people that I knew
carrying on with their life having found some references to live with in their life

and I became so angry that I punched my desk
and said to myself
this wont do..this simply wont do..
lets make a list of the references what one needs to live and
find them and lets start living life before it ends.

So I took a pen and paper and started writing, compiling the references..
So I said..Life begins with breathe so I wrote it down...to breathe freely
and I started breathing heavily for next few moments in and out..
but it didn't end there for it would have to be done throughout my life..
so this item would have to be kept unchecked


then I said...maybe there is Love too..
so I wrote..To Love..as many as I can..
and I started loving everybody..from the next instance..
and I loved plenty..in hope that I will help them blossom with my love..
but not every steam turned into flower
and some flowers had big thorns that cut my flesh, heart


then came learning..I wrote it down
and I said.lets learn whatever there is to learn in life..
and I read books, people minds, hearts, and mine as well
and as I read more and more of all of these..it dawned on me..
that the knowing never ends.

then came a tough part...for it involved money
and I wrote down money..
but it wasn't easy earning money as it was to write it down..
sometimes one had to cheat ones own soul to earn money..
and it required more than just skill, honesty & heart..

So I got more angry than what I was at the start of the list
for I couldn't done with even one item in my list so far.
so I tore the list the into small pieces
and now I live just how it was with me all this while
from moment to moment from darkness and light..
in love and fear..just by being myself.


**
For years I have been wanting to write this poem having bit humor and some pain in life too..involving my life journey and how I wanted to find those references in my life and fulfill my life with it..and its such a paradox..the list, references..and our attempts..

I was reflecting on it on Sunday. as again not sure whether this is a complete poem of not..maybe there is something missing in it..I don't know..what matters is that I created something...gave a life..three poems in one day!!!

It took me months to write, come up with one poem..so today i am excited..lets see..if these poems have any life in them or not..

Someone

You are the gift to the world without anyone telling you so..
but it would be great if someone does tell you that.


You have it in you..to do anything that You may wish to do..
it matters if someone does believes in You so.

You are beautiful in your own right (without neeeding to compare yourself with the beauty of others.)
And this world needs more voices who would say just that.


You can climb up any mountain, stand up to any fear that you may have.
I guess we'd love to hear this everyday..in our climb, and path of life.

If that someone is not there with you..
Maybe You can be the someone to say these sweet things to Your self.
and be more to play the most important part there is in this world..
to be someone in someones life.

There is a place, a house..a heart we all want to go to..taking off our clothes..our ego..our mind..to show the beauty inside us and the scars.

Where can be Ourselves..Reveal the inside of our heart.
In this house, place and heart..there is no woman, no man and no child..
It is the house where everyone enters as a spirit.
and Greets the other with the pure transparent nakedness offering ones Love and BEing in whole.
devoid of silly games & judgements of mind.

On Childhood

As a child..i saw life with keen eyes.
I soaked everything that came my way
feelings of pain, joy and love..
and absorbed the pain or joy that I saw or felt through the eyes of my heart
and cried silently for countless people..or the world..and for myself..

I took everyone inside my wings..and nursed them with my love..
with the ansh(part) of Godness with me..
and prayed for release of pain, divide in us.

I often wondered about such a place, world or existance..
i thought of such a place..world...existance..
which will warm up my heart..and that of everyone
who is in search of hope..

I wondered what if everyone carried this place, world in their pocket..
in their heart..
or had this existance around at arms lengh..

it would mean so much to have one face warm up
in knowing of the outcome of love and removal of fear
to know that s/he is not alone, faceless in this world
and that God is watching over him/her

There is so much going on in this world.
so many ills, pain, wars continuing to plauge us with fragmentation..

I see so many people with pain written over their face
and anguish, ache filled hearts..
carrying the weight of their rocks over their shoulders
with heavy feet..walking their walk.

I wish them all..Peace and Joy like they never had before.
and healing cover of Gods love..
a touch of Gods hand..to heal their wounds,
and a cure for the illnesses of body and mind.

I wish light closing on darkness
and oneness spreading all around..
erasing the inner battles, divides in us
and to union of our Soul.

Mother Earth has shed many tears and seen so much pain..
i hope and wish for such a time to come..
when we will breathe in union in harmony and love.

Poem on Friendship

What is life without a true friend?
one would bring season of spring to a heart in cold autumn
and one who would care

One who will sing a happy tune when the friend is sad
One who would share a hug and beam a smile.
One who would Love me just for who I AM

What will be left to world..if not for friendship and Love.
World be a cold hearted hell on earth without a True Friends Care.

It is in a Friends heart that I find My Soul & My God

Its a Friend that lets me flow like a River and not stale like a pond
A Friend brings out the pain, and Joy from within my heart
and gives me a freedom that I yearn for


May God Grant One Friend To All
To Have Each One Reflect HIS Image,
a Angel with Wings To Save one from Fall

~On Friendship~

What is life without a true friend?
one would bring season of spring to a heart in cold autumn
and one who would care

One who will sing a happy tune when the friend is sad
One who would share a hug and beam a smile.
One who would Love me just for who I AM

What will be left to world..if not for friendship and Love.
World be a cold hearted hell on earth without a True Friends Care.

It is in a Friends heart that I find My Soul & My God

Its a Friend that lets me flow like a River and not stale like a pond
A Friend brings out the pain, and Joy from within my heart
and gives me a freedom that I yearn for


May God Grant One Friend To All
To Have Each One Reflect HIS Image,
a Angel with Wings To Save one from Fall

Love Of A Human Kind

Love of a Human Kind


Rosepetals in a Rose are bonded to it with Love.
they bloom in knowing in synchrony
of the season, space and Time.
They do it without any reason
other than to fullfill the destiny of Love..
and to offer their "being" to God

None questions their Love.
or their want to bloom..
as Its taken natural for them to expand to the open sky.

Why is it so then with us humans..
that we doubt questions ourselves when in Love?
Why do we shy to expand to be whole of who we are?
& Why do we name our love with tags?

Love is not a Label on a bottle of glass.
Love is what contains in that bottle..
the feelings, freedom and purity that it has..

We are same as the Rose is to our God.
We too bloom into our true existance
in Love and grace to God..
We share the same spirit with Every Being on this Earth & the space beyond..
Every Flower, Every Bird, & Every Star..

You Fear Going Wrong and Losing your way..
but if you have Love in Your heart You'll Never Lose or stray.
For Love is God In Your Heart and the God Outside..
He is the Same God that they statues are made of
and the One who leads You to Light

You Fear the Judgements and Someone Ridiculing on your Face.
But if You keep on Loving the God within and Outside
You will Never Have to Fear or feel the shame
For HE willing holding your hand in Every Step of the Way
Beaming Love's Light in Darkness & in Making Your Baggage weigh light.

You worry over being worthless and poor
But you are not..
For God does not measure You in your Knowledge or Riches that You
Poesses in your Life
He Loves You Just for Who You really Are from Inside

You can Never Buy God with All the Riches of the world Put Together
or with the Knowledge of HIM in your Hands
You may Win HIM over easily
when you give a Hug or Kiss someone
and hold someone Tight.

HE Who You Love So Dearly is Residing Inside Your Heart
Know HIM Right...
Love Yourself and the World..
And Love Your Life.
and then Wait for the God Inside You
to web the Spell of Love
To Shower the Blessing upon You
Of Friends, Smiles, and Caring
or Health, Healing and Light.

Flute in a Friend

Flute in a Friend

In the walk of life I meet and found many hearts.
They were of a all sizes, colors and shapes
and of different cultures, beliefs and thoughts
each one had his/her own way to touch my heart


Many had a ugly past or were unloved and were sad.
They were to taught to feel being unworthy and to feel lacked
They were told often by someone
that they weren't worthy of heartfelt love, a warm hug or a kiss
and that they wouldn't amount to much of anything

And I saw in them the Duel that I had in me as a boy
the duel between mind, judgments and thoughts
with the Power of Feeling Felt from Heart.

I Love the fat on their bodies, and the pain and the scars.
& the lackness that they feel inside their heart.
As the Pain that they have in them and all that they think they lack
are minor things as compared to the Spirit that they have

The holes that they are so scared to have in them..
are like the ones that a flute has..
and the spirit and heart that they have to show..
is the sweet tune of the flutes music flowing from their spirit inside
flowing from the same holes that they fear so much about..

What we see in others..is what we have inside our heart..
if we choose to concentrate on beauty and love
and every face looks beautiful and smart..
Would one care for music inside the flute or care for is shape, color and size..
when God's are ready to play the tune...
what else can you do than to give in you heart.

A Poem on Beauty in Self

A Poem on Beauty in Self (in All of us )

Who is to tell you wheather You are beautiful or not.
Does Your Beauty needs a permission to BE itself..
Does a Rose asks us before it comes into existance?
Did Any bird ever asked You before it took off for a flight?
They didint do so because they are simple creatures of God
God hears so many complaints from Humans from everywhere..
But it is nowhere written..in our Holy Books..
about God getting a Complaint from a Bird, Flower or Animal of any kind

So Yes..You over there...You..You..You
You are a perfect creation of God..
Perfect in body, mind, Spirit & in Heart.
Are you a Rose, Dolphin or a Butterfly?
If You are none of these..dont complain or be sad..
You are just as beautiful and unique as they are..
Just feel the fragrance of a Rose inside You
and the Spirit of a Butterfly..
and Take flight like a Dolphin from the sea of Life to the open, abdandant, clear blue Sky..

I see many Troubled Souls..who have much to give but dont always get the chance..
or maybe they are too lost in their life..much judged, uncared for..
As the world is looking at the Alter, in the stones, in pictures and stories for God
I see God in all those unnamed people..who are born with no great skill or mind but their heart.

There is so much potential in them..in such people..who can only love and share..
however different they might look or sound to the world at large.
People imagine God to be Free from Trouble and to be Mighty and Powerful
but I imagine God to be vulnerable and soft..facing the judgemnets, insults, bitebacks
living amongst us with the tag of 'different' or 'troubled'..as one of our own..
owning up our faults, and scars..and yet loving us from so nearby yet so afar..