NITYAJEEVI

Expansion

2009-11-09T22:31:00.001+08:00

My shadow engulfed by the fiery fire

Ashes my desires became,

I drop dead

In the sea of eternity,

That second, I wish

Will come again.

Timeless illusion?

2009-11-04T21:09:00.001+08:00

If beyond the conception of mind
Lies the stillness of time,
Is God of truth, the infinity of time?
The past-present-future in time
Is nothing but illusory frames of mind?
That deludes our conscience
Within the stillness of time?
And liberation
Exists only beyond the mind?

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Spiritual Dearth

2009-11-03T20:43:00.000+08:00

In search of a lost god

Austerity of a mountain

You may persevere till death,

With a foot on love

And one arm carrying hatred

Blind me, if I am wrong,

Only in hell your penance shall live ever.

Transition

2009-11-01T10:50:00.000+08:00

........carryontuesday

I whisked away my fear

And stared at her face from far

In motionless sleep she appeared peaceful

With eternal smile visibly etched

On the face which was lively before,

A conviction of deepest nature

Anchored within my existence

That she is in eternal dance

In the arms of an angel.

Death Sentence

2009-10-30T00:39:00.000+08:00

Punishment meted

Criminal is the label

Dead is the sentence

Price of the soul

Is but a signature away!!

Where the hell is God?

When judges can growl law?

And, rope hangs the criminal

But, not the crime.

Where the hell is God?

When judges can growl law?

The Search

2009-10-30T00:23:00.000+08:00

The fiery fire engulfed my shadow

The soul smiles in eternal pleasure

With darkness dawn I have no place to go

But, to snuggle within pristine heat of the soul.

Words

2009-10-29T01:24:00.000+08:00

Words that scratch the heart
Kill the peace that heals the world
What exists is but a dream of scars
Forever in pieces those pains fly.

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This is…....

2009-10-25T23:21:00.000+08:00

This is my way
As long as I don’t trespass yours
This is my mind
As long as I don’t whine about yours
This is my body
As long as I don’t step on yours
This is my life
As long as I don’t share with you
This is my god
As long as I don’t deny yours
This is my style
As long as I don’t imitate yours
This is my shadow
As long as I don’t turn the light towards you
This is my religion
As long as I don’t call you an atheist
This is my journey
As long as I don’t allow you to suffer
This is my food
As long as I don’t refuse your meals
This is my self
As long as I don’t separate you from yours.

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Silencing memories

2009-10-25T14:28:00.000+08:00

............carryontuesday

The night penetrates the heart of the universe
Harnessing darkness in mystical depth,
As I sit by the window with eyes lost in space
My vision drawn inward to the altar of my soul.

Mysteriously melody of the night whispers
Within the core of me in silence,
The memories of unfathomable darkness
Snatch my conscience from oneness of existence.

Bad memories work its way in the dark
In loneliness they creep like parasites,
The hormones, their playground
Before one realizes it, suicide may dawn.

But, the conscience begins to shine
With the warning right on the dot
We'd better get back,
'cause it'll be dark soon,
and they mostly
come at night... mostly. "

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Love-Hatred-Love

2009-10-22T00:46:00.000+08:00

Lighted hearts
Be the lights;
Ward off the blight
With the light.
Bright is thy name
Straight is thy path
Worry not the divine will guide
If the righteous path you stride.

For many, life is hell
Languishing in anguish,
Religion is a call of dead
And, faith is the rascal’s word
Years shall roll by
In changing seasons
Like fashions
Everything keeps in motion.

But, our heart
Why?
Be always buried still
Dead - beneath layers of pain.
Cry of hatred
Unto every land it creeps
Less and less love is spoken
Yet scarcely, we are void of love
For we are love
For we are love
Nothing but, we are love.

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Echoes from the past

2009-10-19T01:39:00.000+08:00

.........carryontuesday

In my younger and more vulnerable years

I know not if my dad knew

That his passing would soon dawn.

Like the clouds whisked away by the wind

On one fine day, my dad breathe his last

A fortnight after his soulful advice to me.

My dad gave me some advice,

“Never cheat others of their right to survive,

Always be alert of masquerading vultures”.

Advice strong carried with them the power

That I've been turning over in my mind ever since

Treading the footsteps of his words.

I knew the words spoken neither of him nor from him

But the garlands of experience garnered

Made his words wiser and strong.

Today I am here tailing his words

As hard as I can with obedience

I know I have obeyed to some extend.

Motherhood

2009-09-28T00:25:00.000+08:00

..............carryontuesday

Within the heart of the universe
Life exuberates with joy for the mother to be
With both hands she clasped her belly
Sensing the kicks of an unborn baby
Her thoughts merge within and within
They become two souls with but a single thought.

As she lovingly tender her caressing palms
Over the fullness of her pregnancy
The tranquility of the unplumbed space
Rushed from somewhere unknown
In tears she gracefully offers a prayer
In meditation she becomes one with the unborn.

And, two hearts that beat as one
Showers the universe
Again with hope.

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Death

2009-09-24T23:15:00.000+08:00

Together with birth

It comes with smile

It shall be called death.

With another birth.

Liberation

2009-09-24T10:54:00.000+08:00

Liberalize me
From the knotting desires
I wish to flow free
My inner self let it be carefree.

I am liberation
Nothing ensues beyond
For, I am liberation.

No happiness and no sorrow
Between the two narrow strips
I lay liberated, a second within eternity.

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A special song

2009-09-23T15:24:00.000+08:00

...carryontuesday

A walk with trust

2009-09-23T00:02:00.000+08:00

...carryontuesday

If the light falls on my face

Don't walk behind me; I may not lead

My shadow might trample my foot prints.

If the light falls on my back

Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow.

My shadow might conceal your foot prints.

Just walk beside me and be my friend.

With our hands entwined with trust

Even in darkness we know

We are there side by side,

Together carrying a dream

Of an earth that brims with smile

Everywhere blooms nothing but happiness and solace.

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2009-09-17T20:30:00.000+08:00

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Frozen tears

2009-09-15T00:40:00.000+08:00

.............carryontuesday

Ravages of war

Concealed between the wrinkles,

Thundering bullets

Cause tremor in his voice.

Uncongeniality of war

Set tears rolled down his face

At each pull of the trigger

A mother lost a son.

Years passed by without an answer

To many ‘whys’ of the past,

Gone indeed the fiery youth

In wasted blood fiercely buried.

He remembered the last moment

Of the last day of war

When he fired his last bullet

Which he mistakenly shot his own comrade.

Unbearable indeed the pain

Vague past left him not

For the memories are stitched

To the soul.

Before he cast the body

An epistle he wrote

To his dead comrade

He wished his friend would read that.

Inked with spilled sorrow

He flowed with words

Over the pages his apology rewritten

Building ramparts of unwritten tears.

He folded the letter

To the size of the envelope

Gently slid it in

And sealed with love.

The letter sat before him,

Never to be opened again,

Forever propped against a coffee mug

In tears the soul has merged with time

Only eternity bears witness to this.

Beyond that moment

2009-09-12T00:09:00.000+08:00

When the eyes meet
In the stillness of time,
Let the soul speaks the silent
Because in wordless oneness
Eternity echoes with subtle clarity.

Speak not,words will only steal the moment
Cherish the existence of that second
And, let your breathes mingle with love.

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Love is our breathes

2009-08-25T01:09:00.000+08:00

.............carryontuesday

I

Strange indeed the way life
Every little thing plays a distinct note
As we step forward to collect the future
The past we rarely forsake no matter what may come.
Could it be that we love the past more than the future?
I surely do not know the answer!

II

The love I yearn may not be the same as yours
Yet one thing is certain,
When in pain love appears the same,
With conditions imposed as fence
Love can never flourish sanely,
In a relationship
Cracks and holes can still make way
But when we loved with a love that was more than love
The barrier of conditions evaporate
And, with love everything becomes LOVE.

III

We travel along this life
Unknowingly with love in our hearts
Along with occasional hatred and vengeance
Lets throw all that aside
And hand in hand let us march together
Beyond the reach of race, religion and language
Because in the end, I wish to share this
We travel nowhere in this life
But from the little self towards bigger self
And we grow only when
We loved with a love that was more than love

LOVE.

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Rickety Life

2009-08-21T12:03:00.000+08:00

..............carryontuesday

When a journey begins badly

It rarely ends well,

And, the rickety sounds of a loosened wheel

Shall follow one all along his life.

Like the misty ray of the sun

That struggles hard to penetrate the clouds,

Like the stream at the edge of the village

That screams loud at the height of suffocation,

Like the night’s enveloping darkness

Marked with apoplexy,

A journey begins badly too

Rarely ends well.

Deception

2009-08-09T19:30:00.000+08:00

.........carryontuesday

Over the deprived emotions
When everything runs against us
And, because of someone we love
Our happiness become sorrow,
Under the weight of our shadow
We stand lamenting the fate, created,
By people we trust so much in life

Befuddled and confronted with pain
The fingers we point at those who cause it.
Human nature intrinsically sick at times
In expectations life is motioned daily,
Failing to see dreams fulfilled
Hatred we raise in place of love
Because we think we know
The ones we love
Until usurped by their selfishness
We smear oil on our palms
And try to climb life’s pole.

Damn!
We think we know
The ones we love,
Whom we know not
Whether we truly love.

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Bioscope

2009-08-04T14:31:00.000+08:00

........................carryontuesday

Life offers not just wonders

Beyond that lots more to ponder.

The enigmas like onion layers

Lay on one upon another.

We stumble across many mysteries

And, all become part of our story.

The glorious morning smile of the roses and tulips

The welcoming sun that rises from behind the hills

The shy trees that dance gaily

And the wind that plays hide and seek

Expanding arms of the hills,

A woman with her child on a bicycle

Beautiful batik sarong she wears with terompah on her feet

Cycling cheerfully dreaming of delicious food

To the market she heads with a rattan basket in her hand,

Children scurries here and there with kites flying high

Signs the signature of delightful childhood moments,

Broken car halts in the middle of the road

Passersby energized the push forward

The driver sweats profusely

Though in driver’s seat he is comfortably seated,

Young girls and old women hand in hand

Walk with wild stories on their lips

Before the destination reached culmination

Of whatever intentions they have,

Young boys’ adrenalin races high

At the sight of the beautiful girls

And each side grin to the best

Their mouth can no more stretch.

In a corner sits the old beggar

With tattered shirt and baggy pants

A piece of old towel spread across

Silently prays for good return of the day.

The dogs wagging at the scenes

Expecting someone to be kind

And the birds chirp to the best

In celebration of a fine day,

So much to be told

Yet so much I have to hold

Because the story is in the journey

And not the destination

And my book can contain no more

Like a river the story shall swell

And overflow.

And, the journey through the story

Take me towards my destination

The diary.

Errors under your tender care.

Mistakes are mine.

Corrections are yours.

In meditation

2009-07-31T01:38:00.000+08:00

Conspicuously aware
Of an existence
Within another
I am living this life.
_______________________

Mingling with the breathes
And the lively senses
I appear separate differently.
_______________________

Fully conscious
Of an existence
In an eternal journey,
Time is dead
Senses murdered
Mind shut
Only I exist
Entwined
And clothed
In bliss.

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The healing petals

2009-07-26T09:22:00.000+08:00

……..carryontuesday

Love is the flower

you've got to let grow….

In the days when sorrow reigns

And happiness wanes

Tears stroll down like rain

Hearts sliced into many rejections

Its only love can heal the sores.

In the days when animals fight for the rights

And along, the trees plead to be spared

Mother earth wails from within the roots

Begging to be freed from atrocities

Its only love can heal the sores.

When the sky is punctured

And rays unwanted hitting us hard

The hazy clouds speak with moody face

And shining sun appears bleak

Its only love can heal the sores.

Heart wrenching agony of a famine

Sidelined citizens from liberal world

Deprived voices that go mute

And listening ears that remain deaf

Its only love that can heal the sores.

Love is the flower

You have to let grow

If a happy world

Each dream of.