Need For Today

see a great need for heart..and greater need for love in Todays world.
There are wars going on..and fighting everywhere; inside every heart
there is so much pain..within our body and inside our mind..

It feels like we need a warm blanket of Love..All of us..
and caring, Understanding..a Compassionate inquiry on someones lips..
Words that wont cut or harm.
Words that will heal..words that'll speak of Love and warmth

There are so many barren lands - hearts that have gone dry in want of love.
and the only sign of water..is that of hot tears in our eyes..

We need Rain..of Gods Love inside of us all.
how come we have so much water inside us and yet our heart have gone dry?

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Each of us are as beautiful as a Tree, Bird flying high in the sky..
We seem to have forgotten our own beauty..and the power of love that we have.
or are looking at mirrors that dont tell us the truth of our beauty and our soul.
the mirrors of mind..or motives of ego..which plant seeds of darkness and chaos in our heart..

We need to go back to the old mirror of our self..
The Mirror of Soul..which is so pure and Divine..
It shows no scars on body or mind..and does not comment, judges or condemns us
for being who we are..
It loves us even when we feel lost and uncared for..
It holds us dearly and binds it with its love..
Like a fresh stream of river..ever flowing from mountain peaks to the fields of plain..
It meets the highs and low in our life with same Dignity & Love.

Dreams

What is your dream the spirit asked,
and then I replied,
My dream is to fly in the abandant sky
speading my wings to the full,
breathing in the fragrant air
with the wind caressing my hair,
soaring in the sky.
My dream is to be the boy that once I was
and run without limits on the seabeach
to find a boundless spirit in my chest.
To be a beautiful butterfly
so that to kiss the flowers with my lips
and carry the sweet honey,
spread the polen to all directions.
To do all that I can and to Love much as I can.
My dream is to Love a wo/man
not as a man but as a spirit
To look for the heart and not the body.


And then as I chant my daily Prayer
uttering the beauitful words of the prayer.
I dream to find God/ess within me
gracing the faults in me
and to fill the womb of my heart
by residing His Divine presence in my heart.

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A Poem about my childhood dreams.
I have lived with these Dreams All my Life.
I hope One day I will experience them as a Reality.

The Sigh of A Tree

The Sigh of a Tree



A woman’s sorrow. There are many references to her sorrow.
She reminds me of a long worn tree stripped to only bare naked branches
She bares no fruits yet she longs for the blossom, the fruits
Her heart aches at the sight of kids clinging to the branches of those other trees.
For those trees have branches filled with fruits and flowers of every kind
She lowers down her branches in vain hope that some child would be tempted to ride upon
her shoulders but all she manages to get is those nasty kids who rip her of her
branches for furnace for the festival of Holy


No bird sit on her branch, Young couples have no sight for her. After all she
has nothing to offer to anybody except her love.
The Clouds do not stop by her its not their fault
They have been taught to rain only on greener pastures where the soil is in its youth
Sometimes a stray cloud does rain on her but I suspect the raindrops are nothing but tears of sympathy.
She does not need your sympathy O Megha,
All she wants is a drop of LOVE, which will sink beneath the wrinkled land
and reach the roots of her heart.

Her womb yearns to bear a fruit that she can call her own or for a tender flower
All right if they do not happen to be the fruit of youth
She does not care whether the world will laugh at her being a mother
All she cares about it to have a soul-filling moment of being a mother
She’ll give them all the nurturing love with her roots searching for every drop of rain and soil


Does a tree ceases to be a tree just because its not beautiful.
Is beauty nothing but an attractive face or is it the warmth of a loving heart
Is it passion of youth or a compassionate inquiry of heart


We live in the city where everything sells on merit of face
We put a price on everything don’t we?
There is a price for beauty n price for soul
I don’t know how much a loving heart is price though
Is it measured on weight of kilo, or the tears shed by a forlorn heart
I am not acquainted with the market place you see
Cause I am just a wanderer with no copper in my purse
I have but only a heart that weeps for a tree which bares lonely braches.


In the crowded market place of this world everybody has ears to word spoken
by mouth who’d understand the sigh of heart
Who’d listen to silence when nobody listens to even the voices anymore.



DearHearts,

This is a poem about Kujba. An ugly woman. she is not princess beacause princesses are always beautiful...or if they are ugly it is so only because of a curse...makes me wonder how we brainwash and curropt children...to think like adults..to think that beauty in a person is about beauty of a face, mind..

There are products that are sold in millions of dollars to make some plain looking woman to be beauitiful and fair skinned..

What for? what does fair skin and attritrive face or smartness in mind has got to do with who the person really is?

Why this insane chase for perfection? and who would bear to the vanity of a perfect person? Is it not our imperfections that level us bringing equiminity in relationships, love?

Poem on Wrinkles on Face

Poem on Wrinkles on Face
Every Wrinkle on your face is a crease of Times You have spent in Love or Pain..

Next Time you start worrying about those lines on your face..

think about all those who didn't had the fortune nor the Time..

to Capture Life essence on their Face..

for they died too young..



Blessed Are You for having the Creases & the Lines on Your face..

which folds with Every Smile and Every Tear that You Shed..