To a Skylark

To believe you are no more
In your physical body,
No more to read these words

To believe you have begun,
Your journey to higher worlds,

To understand the purpose
Of your higher being
In leaving us behind

After having blessed our lives
With love that is divine,

To accept a life without
Your constant motivation
In every changing phase

While the warmth of your touch
Remains in your blessed ways,

To experience such a world,
Yet smile like you taught us to,
Seems beyond my ability,

But I'll get through it, I promise,
And live up to your belief in me.

Finding You

We are crowned by seven j'wels,
Each cocooning the ones below.
They hide seven other bells,
And bloom when it's time to glow.

Each of us has some power,
By virtue of the bells that chime.
To become a blooming flower,
We must open all petals forty-nine.

For, now does chime but three
Bells that give power to you,
But, its time to open up and see,
Beyond the three dimensional view.

Because, the law you must obey:
To use the powerful sound,
You must climb your way,
To the space it does abound.

If you want to make a change,
Or discern what is true,
Paradoxically, you must engage
Yourself in finding You.

Connect

When physically we are
a distance apart; Not by choice.
When we have to travel far,
And not hear each other's voice,


In another way shall we
Connect; In a new medium
Where no sight is necessary.
Not be worn down by the tedium.


Connect in the Etheric
Level, with closed eyes,
Let our souls connect - The trick
Is to forget our human ties.

Fifteen Years

I look back, trying to recollect,

All the things that have passed,

From the time we cycled to school,

Fifteen years have gone so fast.

Do you remember those matches,

Organised by the school.

The enthusiasm with which we played,

You were known as ‘Captain Cool’.

The ‘combined studies’in your house,

When we ended up playing too,

I think there was a day,

When I lost seven matches to you.

The day you lost your cycle,

The days after, when we had to walk,

The conversations over the phone,

Of politics and other small talk,

The games after the exams,

We played on the road,

‘Rock thatha ‘ would come out yelling,

Threatening to explode.

Fun times those were,

And fun it was, after.

All these years have been,

Memories of fun and laughter.

Continuing ISC thereafter,

You were part of a different group.

I never dared to join in, but,

I was still, somewhere in the loop.

I even remember the day when,

S****** proposed to you,

Why you accepted the proposal,

Even you, didn’t have a clue!

I recollect when your exam went bad,

I put my hand on your shoulder,

Completing studies , we grew up,

But we never got ‘older’.

End of the term and we all thought,

We may never meet again,

We even wrote a poem together,

Describing the parting pain.

But it never happened thus,

And we were never ever  alone,

It’s amazing to think we’re still meeting,

In a foreign place like Cologne.

Thanking the Past

At the shopping mart,
Collecting my voucher,
I saw him stare at me,
Question himself,

How can such a young boy,
Have more money than me?
When, in fact, I work much harder,
Compared to him, physically?

It made me think now.
What is it that differentiates me?
Why do I have a different job?
And a different destiny?

Education was the answer,
I am probably more educated than him,
At least with respect to that
Defined by the system

But it does not end there,
Why did I get better education?
Is it because my father was educated and
Knew the value of it?

Well, the answer then dates back,
Many years behind,
One of my fore fathers
Has done something right.

Maybe 'right' is not yet the word,
Its not the end yet.
But I am thankful to him or her now,
For having thought differently.

The foreigner comes first

Screeching and shouting ,
and blaring horns,
Without a brake,
like breathless songs

I make my way through
the crowded street,
Riding my bike, checking
Facebook and tweet.

Multi tasking is natural,
in the work that I do,
It has even taught me that
patience is not a virtue.

It is only meant, for
the weak and the small,
Not for me , who stands
strong and tall .

Who is that overtaking
me from the right?
Beware brother, I am not
new to a fight.

I have my weapons
And strategies planned,
I can ride over everything,
Whether stone or sand

I dont care if ,
the red light glows,
Maybe its meant for,
The chickens and the crows,

The foot path is a higher
Pedestal to ride,
Built for kings like me,
Open and wide ,

Now decide for yourself,
Would you take a chance,
Humiliate yourself watching,
My victory dance?

Its not my fault brother,
I've got to get to work,
Without me the complete,
World will go berserk,

My customer is waiting
In Germany and USA ,
I've got to take command,
Before its even day,

It doesn't matter to me,
If my country is dying of thirst,
All that I have in mind,
Is, the foreigner comes first.

Expressions

You are...

The smile on my face,
When I pictured you,
The sigh of distaste,
When it wasn't true,

The twinkle in my eye,
When I saw the snowy peak,
The thoughts in disguise,
When its solitude I seek,

The joy of living every day,
Singing a new tune,
Or just relaxing away,
On a warm summer noon,

The reason I have taken,
To writing once again,
Finding thoughts forsaken,
The bliss and the pain.

You are my expression,
You are my solitude.
I will love you forever,
And thats the absolute.