Blessing of the Fakir

The fakir, wanders the barren land,

Down the rocky ways, meandering streams,
Lost in the world of the music of his poems.

He watches the vastness of the blue sky,
The generosity of the great Banyan tree,
The acceptance of the Mother Earth,
The carefree stream of loitering water,
The passionate tides and tireless ocean,
Mesmerized is he to feel his Lord,
Invisible through all that is manifest!

Amazed is he, just to be in the presence,
Of that limitless Being,
Invisible, but so real.
Continuously claiming herself,
To each of the patient eye,
Each longing heart!

What else I want,
Utters the Fakir,
The nearness of my Beloved - my Lord.
So close you art with me,
For I see you in me, and me in you!

The Fakir blesses his Love - his Lord,
For being so alive, dancing with life,
In forms unlimited,
From the small acorn,
To the giant oak tree.
From the thin trickle of stream,
To the limitless ocean,
From the darkest nights,
To the brightest days.
All manifesting in multitude,
Just the One.

Quietly the Fakir lies down on the footpath,
With a smile in his face,
Relaxing in the bosom of the Mother Earth,
Caressed by the beloved Moonlight,
Cuddled by the fleeting sensuous breeze.
Lost in the intoxication of his love,
He partakes another journey in the world of his dreams.
But as in the world of matter,
So in the world of his dreams,
His beloved is always with him,
His love - His Lord!

The fakir, wanders the barren land,
Down the rocky ways, meandering streams,
Lost in the world of the music of his songs.
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The Fakir's Symphony

The warrior amidst the battle, singing the song of the Truth.
Playing the symphony eternal,
There he strolls carefree - The Fakir.

With dirt on his clothes, hair in shambles,
Mud and dust on his face, dried is his throat,
But continues he sings, the song of his heart.
There he strolls - The Fakir.

All the twinkling stars up in the sky
And the curious Moon shining up high,
Wonders at the mystery hidden in his heart,
Giving way to the symphony and the Profound Trance!
There he strolls - The Fakir.

In the fond remembrance was he,
Meandering the memory lanes
Of those ageless stories of truth,
Which all think just folklores,
Those momentous sighs of the longing heart,
Which men dismiss just as gush of breath.
Those lightness of the naive heart,
Believing the illusion for the truth!
There he strolls - The Fakir.

Ages and eons passed by
For he was looking for his Beloved, out there in the world,
Trying to snatch and have that shadow for himself,
Only for himself - To have her for ever.
For sure he bumped upon idols, temples, signs and posts.

He mistook them for his Beloved.
Sometimes he believed he got Her. But then, she was again gone.
Like that luscious mirage eluding the thirsty traveller.

Till the Fakir, on one of those solitary strolls,
Lost in his fantasy of his Beloved,
Bumped onto his song! His own song!
From the inner chords of his own heart,
With the accompaniment of the beauty his own mind.
Now the Fakir strolls as the creator,
Eternally bonded in love with his beloved.
Invokes he, his Damsel,
At any time, at any place.
For he knows, his Beloved and he is One.
There is nothing outside there,
But all is within - Here and Now
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A Valentine Day Wish

Venus - By Sandro Botticelli - 1486

Here is my heartiest wish to you,
On this special day dedicated to Love, Just Love.

May the sail of Compassion and Love,
Always guide your boat through the ruthless waves of life.

May you discover that wonderful person in you.
May you always be your most loved valentine,
Even if the whole world looks down on you.

For I have known, it is impossible to know one,
Without the eyes conditioned in love,
The mind guided with empathy,
The heart garbed in compassion.

May you never cease to be in love,
Even if you are stoned to death.
For life has no meaning without love.

May you know for sure,
Whatever appears devoid of love,
Is just a farce, No matter how convincing it appears.

May you always express your love,
For the rose wilts away in dark,
It needs the light of the world,
To shine and spread its fragrance.

It is only when you sing your song aloud,
You recognize your own voice.
Singing out your love,
Would make you present to your own love.

When you plant a wish,
When you have a thought,
Nourish it with only love, and nothing else.
It is only love, that is real,
All else is just illusion.

May you always remember,
It is more important to be kind, than to be right.

May you always take things in your own pace.
No matter how fast or slow others are.

May you do what you think is right,
No matter who tells, it is wrong.

May you have the perspective,
That Love is a desperate search
In the eyes of others,
That what is most special in yourself.

May you be one with your Valentine -
Your own special and unique self.
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The Futile Struggle

That struggle to bring Her into form,
That sense of awe,
That feeling of likeness,
That solace in heart,
Is a futile errand.


Each time I attempt to put in words,
That inspiration, or that ecstasy,
Each time I try to bring into color,
That wish, that dream,
Each time, I try to sing
That unsung desire.
All what comes to form,
Is not that inspired in the first place.
All in the world of form,
Appears just a metaphor of
The real Invisible.


I think with awe, about the masters bygone,
Who could bring into reality,
Their love, their vision,
From the labyrinths of hidden darkness,
To the light of the day.


Why then I can't carve out my Love,
That inspiration, that enchantment, that Divine,
In my poems, in my song, in my life?


I know the struggle is futile.
But I shall keep trying.
May be this is what life is for me.
Being in the journey of a disciple,
Lovelorn for the Ideal,
Trying to see her in my poems,
Trying to feel her in my songs.


For one day for sure,
Before I cease to exist in form,
Before mingling into the invisible again,
May be I would have found her,
My Ideal, My Lord.
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Prayers from a rustic soul

In the trance, here I stand,
With my words, my letters, and the invisible Inspiration.
For I know these are not just words,
But are prayers, from rustic soul!

Held strong is the connection,
Since millennia days, and seasons,
With the thread of love. Just Love.

Love for that all inclusive humanity.
Where there is nothing which is alien.
Where there is no separation,
But just unity and fraternity.

In that deep bond, held I am ever strong.
Grounded in faith, and friendship to one and all.
A space shared by all,
Where all belong to me, and I belong to all.

For sure, we are not all same,
For better we differ!
Different shades of the rainbow,
We all are,
But sharing the same sky,
The same space,
We hold each other by hand,
Stand shoulder to shoulder,
Arching the sky from one horizon to the other.

In the trance, here I stand,
With my words, my letters, and the invisible Inspiration.
For I know these are not jus words,
But are prayers, from a rustic soul!
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The Journey of Love

In love was born a little but an infinite and immortal soul.
Eons ago, when there was no creation around.
What simply existed was silence and darkness dead.


The Soul was in love.
He was in his journey eternal,
To see, hear, smell, touch and taste,
That part in him that he priced the most!
That he could see as a reflection,
In his love for his lady with the most beautiful eyes.


Didn't know he about his beloved.
But just he could have some apparition
Here and there, sometimes in his dreams,
Sometimes when fully awake,
His Beloved playing hide and seek,
Either in the blossoms of the spring,
Or the wetness of the monsoon.


In that journey, he discovered for himself,
The ever bright assertive rising Sun,
The soft and silvery mellow Moon,
The ecstatic wild arduous oceans,
The still, meditative mountains high.
Strangely all seemed to be in love,
Craving to embrace in all their passion,
There own personal love,
In the best way they could.


Millions of years did pass away,
The ever youthful soul,
Still looks for his beloved,
In his eternal journey,
Finding for himself,
The reflection of his love -
In those most beautiful eyes,
In those luscious trembling petal like lips.
Hanging from the edge of time,
Like the dew drop from the tip of the leaf green,
Passes the soul from one form to the other,
Covering centuries, millennia and eons,
Sailing in the curved continuum of time and space,
Looking out for his lady love -
Those most beautiful eyes.


That eternal journey,
Is the soul engrossed in,
Discovering his love,
Thus knowing himself better.


His love gave rise to the flora and fauna,
And all the humanity,
Held together in the bond of love,
Ever growing all around,
Extending the silver lining of that immortal love.


Each time today,
When a child gasps at the Grand Canyon,
Or wonders at the rapturous Niagara,
When he looks wonderstruck onto the starlit sky,
With the twinkle in his eye,
Knows he not,
All are just reflection of the love of the little soul,
His love for his lady with the most beautiful eyes.


Transcends the love of the little soul,
From the tiniest insect to the blue whale,
Extending all over the oceans, deserts, mountains and plains,
Throbs his love with ever renewed passion,
To see, to know and to embrace,
His Beloved deep inside in the temple of his heart.

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