A moment in the present

Contentment

With diffidence defiance

We achieve not the contentment,

But at the murder of the greed

Lying under the mask of withering generosity,

Contentment comes home, truly home.

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Goodbye my friend...we will meet someday

(To my blogger friend, Eric Valentine, who passed away on 19 March 2012)

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Knowing is not necessarily meeting

Meeting is not necessarily talking

Talking is not necessarily with words

Words are not necessarily be spoken.

This mind, a wondrous enigma

Playing a game so subtle and powerful

Merges swiftly with things of joy

Rejecting that which is painful.

A friend unknown yet well known

Through his writing so touching

And the best that I liked most

Is the one he wrote on ‘Life’s Carousel’.

Though geographically distanced

And we have never spoken nor met

There is in me all the while a great respect

I held for this man, b’coz despite the pain he wrote well.

Down deep I feel he is a wonderful soul ever-lived

Now he is gone, I am longing to see more of him

Alas!! This journey in time, warrants an end

Of everything that sprout and spread around.

It may be a divine play and a past time my Lord

But, we mortals hardly prepared to face this separation

The law is made and all is done

Oh Lord!! Please take care this friend of mine.

One day will definitely come

When I too shall shed this mortal coil

And, my friend if the divine will permits

We will meet in the misty eternity.

Nothing ends though the body is gone

Words written, thoughts enshrined

Shall follow me closer than my shadow

And at every turn I will always remember you.

I pray that in the heavenly garden you find the solace

With good care and love eternal embracing you all the time

This eternal journey has no stop

I believe every end is just another beginning.

Take care my friend. God Bless you.

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Quintessentially human

Every whiff of air

Breezes with flair

About the human affair

That has become a funfair.

Quintessentially human

As proverbial children

We allow blazing greed

To sway us away with blatant lies.

Short-lived moments of joy,

Is but a trail covered with brown leaves

And, ashes of ignominy soils the soul

With greed breeds the clutching terror

We die a death scarier, the fated tale of many.

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Profundity

Silence reigns.

I let my mind

Play in the rain.

My thoughts are wet

Dripping down my soul.

It is cold

It is cold

The skin cries in vain

My mind plays in the rain

I the soul, loses all the stains.

I the soul, and mind,

In highest contemplation

In nothingness I become but everything.

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Moon

A single eye in the night sky, the enchantress

Surrounded by scattered sparkling joys

The starry night conquers my soul

This night I evaporate my aspirations in her beauty,
and I am one with all.

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