baby goat, green grass and her blissfull life.

A baby goat was grazing on the slopes…




Free of any thought

Free of any burden

Free of any attachment



The moment for the baby goat

Was her and the green grass

Only they two existed for her.



The baby goat unaware of her past or future

Was in bliss

In ecstasy …



Enjoying every bit of the green grass

She was unaware the winter would come in a few months…

She was unaware of the wolves that lived near by…

She was unaware of them all…



At the moment, it was only the green slopes full of green grass



The herdsman saw her in bliss…

And felt a touch of jealousy

He too hoped not to think of his future

Which he could not control anyway…

And forget the past as well, which too he could not change…

He saw her grazing and said to himself…



This moment, now…

My present is so blissful, so full of positivity, so full of love..



The sun is not so harsh

The herd is grazing..

I am too lying on the cushioned grass..

Staring at the trees..

Eating the mangoes that I have collected..



In spite of knowing,

My present is soooo beautiful

Why I’m not in bliss

Like that baby goat…



Why I cry over my past

Or sweat over the coming future…



As, these words were running through his head…

He noticed, the baby goat stopping and as she looked around

She said, “meee hhh meehhhh.” In bliss

And went back to grazing the green grass.



-SA

been Dead for a while!!!

I have been dead for quite sometime!!!

Not realizing I was dead, I went on my business

Doing things, living, trying to find meaning

Of the things I was doing.

Of the life I was living

Feeling a stench …

Not realizing why,

People were distancing from me…

Now, I know why

They were seeing a soul less body.

What I couldn’t see…. They could…

They saw that the soul less body was decaying…

They saw my smile

They heard my talks

They smelled my presence

& realized the hollowness of it all..

They spoke among themselves…

Told each other

That he is a ghost;

Of who he used to be..

He is of no use now…

He is dead now.

When did i become conscious of my death

I can’t say

But yes I did….

I realized I was decaying…

The light had gone

The joy was gone..

The soul had departed…

But not anymore…

I have been blessed with yet another chance…
in this case they say it is never too late
it is never to early..
all that is needed is the restlessness to be alive 

to live ... to go through each moment consciously...

I am alive now

My joy , my life is not hollow now…

My smile is genuine now…

My words are meaningful now..

I make sense now…

I have accepted the reason of my being…

I have accepted my purpose…

I have accepted my heart’s plight…

I know now,

 what can stir me

 through all the meaninglessness

 that comes our way…

I won’t give up on it this time…

I won’t let myself rot again…

I won’t let my soul fall silent again…

I won’t give up on my dream again…

I know now,

The worth of my dream for my soul

I know now,  

My dream is to my soul

What my heart is to my body…

I won’t let it die again..

My soul won’t suffocate again…

It will not be alone again

It will never be alone again..

-SA   

no no no

No no no

Everyday you wake

Everyday  brushing your teeth

You tell yourself with a smile

 today is going to be perfect

But when the sun sets so does your smile

Again its not what you wanted it to be

No no no

Tomorrow when you wake

Tomorrow when you brush your teeth

You again tell yourself,

This time with a bigger smile

Not that today is going to be perfect

You say; “I am going to make today perfect”.

Yes you will

By taking the charge

Of who runs your life

You you you

Only you

You will do what you wanna do

You will hear what you wanna hear

You  will listen to the rhythm of your heart.

You only agree to your duty

You agree to only what is just

You agree only to what your heart approves..

And to the rest

You will say No

No no no

Though a negative word

It  has positivity in it..

To shield you from the hurt

To shield you from the guilt

To shield you from the cruel

To shield you from the manipulators

To shield you from the politicians.

And what is yes,

A positive word , Oh Yes..

So it is too for the cunning conspirators

Taking advantage of your acceptance

Taking advantage of your indulgence…

These two words yes and no.

Holds the key to

A peaceful, true, dignified and  beautiful life..

It’s your and only your call as to what you want

If you know the perfect use of these

Good for you

If not just keep doing what the blood pumping machine  says…

 And You know what,

It is right most of the times.

And when you are fully trained in the art

End of the day will be with a smile too.

too many eyes!!!

Too many eyes!!!  Too many invisible walls!!!

I walk around

I talk to people

I hear them

I think

I see

I can go anywhere I want to

I can do whatever I want to

As you say to me

I am a free man

I don’t think so

I am a prisoner of you

I am a prisoner

I am never free and will never be

Too many eyes !!! too many invisible walls!!!

All the eyes that stare me

All the thought that provoke me

All the talks that ridicule me

All the ears that analyze me

All the tongues that talk about me

Makes me a prisoner

Of the invisible walls

The prison guards are the eyes

That are always vigilant

That are always judging

That are always taunting

I feel

The walls are crushing me..

I will never be free

Nor will you

As

Too many eyes !!! too many invisible walls!!!

Won’t let me or you

All the actions

All the responses

Everything i do is just the exact response

That the prisoner in the state prison does

All the thoughts and words that we feel, say or write are

An slaves reaction

A   …

Also the obligation to finish this poem in a proper way ;

 when I feel  I am done and have nothing to say

is 

Nothing else

But  a response

To

Too many eyes, too many invisible walls

I will try to break free

And be free

Wont finish it this time…

Call me a rebellion an idiot or whatever you will

But I wont fall in line this time

I will do what pleases me not care about you..

Or this response also matches the slaves reaction to be proved

Right

To be proven free.

Ah!!!

What a circular life…

Such a big universe still nowhere to go…

Just my well and my fellow frogs…

Welcome aboard to the prison of life..

Let me know if you find a way out…

Through the philosophies, books or even your stubborn ness..

When your done pass on the key to me…

I will be indebted to you all my life…

Ah!!!!

What the hell!!

Too many eyes; too many invisible walls…

Not a clue which way to go..

Childhood (loved this poem)

Childhood Childhood, sweet and sunny childhood, With its careless, thoughtless air, Like the verdant, tangled wildwood, Wants the training hand of care. See it springing all around us -- Glad to know, and quick to learn; Asking questions that confound us; Teaching lessons in its turn. Who loves not its joyous revel, Leaping lightly on the lawn, Up the knoll, along the level, Free and graceful as a fawn? Let it revel; it is nature Giving to the little dears Strength of limb, and healthful features, For the toil of coming years. He who checks a child with terror, Stops its play, and stills its song, Not alone commits an error, But a great and moral wrong. Give it play, and never fear it -- Active life is no defect; Never, never break its spirit -- Curb it only to direct. Would you dam the flowing river, Thinking it would cease to flow? Onward it must go forever -- Better teach it where to go. Childhood is a fountain welling, Trace its channel in the sand, And its currents, spreading, swelling, Will revive the withered land. Childhood is the vernal season; Trim and train the tender shoot; Love is to the coming reason, As the blossom to the fruit. Tender twigs are bent and folded -- Art to nature beauty lends; Childhood easily is moulded; Manhood breaks, but seldom bends. David Bates

ONLY LOVE CAN

(force may help bring temporary changes but only love can bring a lasting one)

Only love can!!!

you may throw water on me or cajole me with a cup of coffee
i will get up both ways...

you may slap me or cajole me still i will do what i deem right,
you may snatch or request still i will give...
as hate doesn't move me,

Only love can!!!

So it is with everything and everyone in this world.

everyone knows
everyone believes
everyone agrees

Only love can!!!

but we don't

love is so easy
love's like water
it reaches everywhere
it keeps us alive.

without love we are better dead than alive
without love life is a burning flame

the heat, the fire, the smoke and the ashes.

forces us to shut our eyes
cover our selves
once we are covered
we can't see, hear, smell, speak or feel:

converting humans into devils
when we have blocked our five senses
we really don't care,
if we hurt others,
kill others or suppress others.

We all become demons;
who only knows;
who only like the dripping of blood,
dripping of tears...

Only love can
stop all this.

When we love
we are open
the five senses work at their best;
we see, we hear, we smell, we speak
we feel others.

we love
there's coziness in love
the coldness is not detachment
but a better way to perceive goodness...

it brings us close
we care for others as we
care for ourselves
that's the state
we need to be in...
that's what everyone needs to achieve...

which ,

             ONLY LOVE CAN!!!

-sa

Meetings & partings…

Meetings &  partings…

It started as a 9 day boy.

I started recognizing my mother,

Every time,  I could not see her

Don’t  remember what the feeling was but I cried.

As a 9 day boy.

Meetings & partings…

It was on roll when I was four & a half…

I was taken to a distant place away from my siblings…

My gods were with me…

They handed me to a stranger in a strange place

And vanished…

This time, I cried hard…..

For hours and days at length.

Hoping my gods will hear…

But it turned out they were mere humans …

& could only hear inside a 30 mts. Radius.

In my adult life,

Meetings & partings

Became a way to live.

So many lovers I had

So many I loved

Some came

Some went   

Sometimes they left

Sometimes I asked them to…

Heart broke every time,

Tears rolled every time,

Meetings & partings

When acquaintances were not on a deeper level

It hurt less but it did…

The duration didn’t matter

What mattered was

Who touched inside

Who touched the pumping heart inside…

So many have touched 

  Over time, that

A concrete layer of dirt has made it numb…

Now,  meetings and partings

Don’t matter much they are mere occurrences

Happy for new ones

But the partings don’t create any tremor

I just wait for the next meetings

As,

Meetings & partings are a part of life….