Good Dharma

The factory has reopened.
Our boys,though outnumbered have kept the enemy at bay.
After months of uncertain mealtimes, I’ve managed some wine and bread that came for relief.
‘Make some hope’ I have reminded myself and others. They seemed to stare in a strange manner.

The war is over but it could be a rumor. I don’t care anymore and I don’t know anyone who does.

I am sitting across the river. The Sun is in the South Eastern sky overlooking the land. It isn’t an idyllic picture but the roar seems to have been defeated. Life is bearable, forward looking and fleetingly happy.
Good Dharma is on its way.

Gait

If you should be fair under duress
And have a mind of your own
among many disagreeing
In placid and turbulent times
You should stay undisturbed
Your virtues,however small
Used enough for transformation
Your soul more valuable than measure
Your mind, winning towards the brighter side of conscience
Your wealth,earned by effort and diffused with filtered intent and intelligence
When your silence is a voice
Your absence to be felt
Your years spent are not to be counted
But the hearts you touch live by
It is prudent enough to say
You had lived.

The Sky, It Sings

As the sky it sings, all nature it swings
The Peepal, it sways
The waters, they say
Rush to the shores
Roar.
The Sun rises upon the lush mountains
To set into the ocean blue
The palm trees dance to the symphony
Of the sky when it changes hue
Black, crimson and blue.
The stars, they glitter
Fall from the sky onto a child’s palm
The moon, it smiles
Oh the wind, it cries
As the sky it sings, all creation it swings.
The bees they sing
For those butterfly wings
The fishes in schools
Form patterns to drool
Love to a fool.
Hearts for joy,Souls to be happy
Dance to this wilderness
The sky does sing as all dance within.

Transient

Life was beautiful but what had come on him that he saw skeletons when he viewed human beings?Rust when gold?Death while in union with his lover?

Life had seasons,he knew.This season was not taught in schools,not written in history and could not be shared with the second person. This was personal.This was suffering.

Underneath the turmoil lied a Catharsis knocking on Salvation.The mind,body and soul were transforming causing pain as life is not fleetingly beautiful but eternally so.

Life is beautiful,he could gleen. Now he had to eternally know.

The Circus

The Circus comes to town
Little men dressed as clowns
A lion in a cage
Trapeze artists on the stage
Swinging right, left
Up and down
The elephant’s underground.

Veneer on their petty lives
Sugarcoated to survive
Laugh on them for you’ve paid
This world, do they narrate?
The Circus hits the town

As varied as our earth
A parole to human birth
Wanting rhythm and rhyme
The Circus hits the town

The lights, the colours,the smoke
Let’s make life a joke
The wolves, they will survive
The sheep, they will abide
And die.
The Circus comes to town.

Pinch of Salt

I’m special enough to call you ‘Son’
In many I’m the blessed one
As you’ve come to me, I will see you through
I’m your Guru
I have an answer to every query
All is one, my only theory
There is no me and no you
Believe me, your Guru
I have riches I don’t need
I don’t need millions or celebrity
If you should find me on Page 3
You are what you see
Your Guru
Now purify your mind
Malleable enough for grind
I will softly change your soul
Turn you to Gold
No more foolish questions !
Your only Guru.

Love In The Air

The Sun was mellow
The water gently moved to the beach and back
The breeze was enough to be felt
To feel good.
A few people on the beach
In swimwear.
Love was in the air
An occasional car drove by on the street
A Woman in the Cafe
Reading.
Coffee on her table
Time stops.Then moves on
To put one more line on your face
But love was in the air
The cliff,it is lonely
But it knows loneliness
It’s seen more than we’ve seen
As beauty is nowhere to be found
On a drab,desolate afternoon
By an abandoned sea
But love was in the air.