THIS COLD WIND COMING THROUGH MY WINDOW
GIVING ME THIS CHILLNESS
THIS NUMBNESS
I HAVE COME TO LIKE IT SO MUCH
IT SOOTHES ME
IT CAJOLES
IT GIVES ME
A NEVER KNOWN HAPPINESS
I ACCEPT IT WHOLE
FEELING ITS STING TO THE MAXIMUM
I HAVE REALLY BEGUN TO LIKE IT SO MUCH

CAN U HEAR

CAN U HEAR THE BUDDA IN U
OPEN UP LISTEN,MEDITATE,
CONTEMPLATE
HE LIVES IN YOU
FIND IT ,FOR THIS IS A BEAUTIFUL LIFE
AND IT IS A GIFT TO LOVE

BUDDA

to understand Budda is a blessing
for many live their lives a marathon
and some sprint
and some live a hundred mile race

But to understand ,to slow
down to be tempered
to understand life, at a miniscule of it,in itself is a blessing

my soap bubble

my life has been a soap bubble for the past three days
so full of myriad colours
so dream like .
It was soft and cool
and safe inside
so comforting
and full of love .
And then it broke..
and i could'nt bear the pain
So immense was the pain
that i set out to search for it
little knowing it had evaporated from the
face of earth
leaving a thin residue of soap
then i started creating
look alikes of my bubble


but could not match nor even come close
i spent my days brooding
over my burst bubble
its dreams
its colours
so beautiful
that it never

vanished from my mind
My search goes on ..foolish me ..
never realising
that there is none
like the other

WHY HATE

WHY HATE ?
because pain brings hate
why hate ?
because it pains
Pain is stagnant
it never evolves
or flows 
it never evaporates 
or rains
it always stays crystal clear
like crystal clear water
always reflecting,hate