The Poverty of Human Beingness

I am just a wanderer among souls.
The eyes meet the eyes, and souls greet each other
Sometimes a Joy, sometimes pain,
Unspoken words don't need much to explain.
For I have seen so many rich in substantial kind
But they too are so poor within,
A matter of contrast and paradoxical joke
The richest are the poorest within.
Here I don't speak about richness in matter
Very few are rich in their soul
Most live a poor Human Life within
Deprived of any food for their Soul
I met a girl once, who would just cry all the time
So I asked her, "What is the matter?"
It was not a matter of matter any more
It was a matter of the Soul
How poor we are unloving ourselves
Unloving the very essence of Life
The very source of our Existence.
For Human Mind cannot comprehend the language of the Sprit
Of Essential wisdom and wit
God exists within, God without
Where is there where He is not around
So how can we belittle ourselves with petty thought
Of " I am not good enough and not worthy " so on so forth
We deny our Truth - His existence within
With Lies told to us from the beginning
"Love not yourself but the world" - A Teaching of the world
Cry and suffer until your existence is dearth
What a way to live has been taught
Poverty of Human kind unsought
For we shall forever cry in this way
This Life and even the next
Until the moment has come for us to Realize
The Real nature of this worldly Lies
That Glorious day we wake up to a simple Truth
Man within is God in all Divinehood
Such is the Glory our of Life and our Truth
Even if we live Blind eyed forever uncouth
Love your Self Love your Self my friend
For Unloving is nothing but a Living that is dead end. 

Surrender happening somehow

It makes me smile whenever i am in wonder
A total state of absolute surrender
I see the river flowing so soothing and calm
Leaving its destiny to earth's mould and the farms
Knowing not if it will reach the sea or desert
Somehow it is still a surrender
Love is just a river that flows
From the peak of Himalays where the sun brightly glows
As Shiva sits on the mount Kailasha
Ganga sweeps the valleys and hills blessing all with 'asha'
What is there to think about then and wonder
Be the Ganga, Be just like her, Surrender
You are Shiva, You are That
You are Ganga, You are That
You are the One to whom you wish to Surrender
Be That and remain in One Wonder
For who has to surrender to whom?
A God out there is not a God at all
A foolish oddessy then a turn back
A mind that wishes to know its true Essence
Like water knows its River Self
Throw yourself into the waters of Eternal Self
Surrender happens on its own in place of Egoic thunder
You are the River and you are such
A Love that grips from deep within drowing you is Surrender.

The Wise choose or not?

The vice of Choices, o fathom not dear friend.
A world so full of misery wallowing in darkness felt
One choice and then another an endless tale
Never exerting a moment's rest to such tales of pace
Consider this, Now for a moment though dear friend
Are the choices really ours, or we are already from the choices beforehand?
For what you choose today is already because of what was chosen previously
Though it appear to be your choice right now, it was destiny's preplay secretly
Now a moment of choice has come again untold
For you to see if That chooses for you or you are the choicer of predestined fold
A mysterious play is happening even Now
As we assert our choices are right somehow
You and me are all just tiny specks
Of the Almighty dust that covers the Cosmic events.

Showers of Grace

A million droplets within a cloud
Gripped by gravity of a fall
They fall on the barren earth
And Splatter on the mud
A spray of dust spreads around
Carrying a fragrance off the ground
Fresh Showers feel so warm
A welcome for the Heart
Remember the earth to blossom again
To bring the fragrance of flowers
A rain of Freshness - A Grace of showers
Happiness unfolds
Taking Hearts back Home
Such a Gracious event
Bringing Joy till no end
Dancing like a child
In these Showers of Grace
A child reborn
Just Playing in this Rain.

Hints of Life

An unknowing incident kept occuring long ago
Unknowing it might sound but yet not unknowing at all
Here and there everywhere loud and clear signs
Of events to unfold in a moment and trice.
Not just once but again and again
Indications coming from the mystical friend
Oh I never knew these could be so true
Hints of Life! Like wise old Oracles hoot.
I yet did not trust is so much as yet
And thought my mind was at play and game
But when the moment arrived in its fullest
I regret not paying attention to predicted bullets
Oh never again, I thought would i ever ignore
These Hints of Life
My Saviour Himself Foretold
For a friend somewhere is this little poem
A Hint of Life for a heart at home again....:)