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SIMPLIFICATION:

Tonight for all practical purposes I will be logical,
Driving out the faintest trace of emotion
So that the moon doesn’t appear wondrous-
It’s just a satellite of the Earth.
The stars don’t seem like distant souls-
They are bleak holes with no light of their own.
The serene sky doesn’t spell poetry-
It’s a dark vault over the heads.
Sentimentalism complicates things
Rationalize and the world appears stark-
Existence simplified!!


SOUL CURRY:
Speak to the world in the language it comprehends
Speak a different language and there’ll be communication failure.
Eight GB memory and nano chips,
Stem cell research and global warming.
This is the language of the world.
But don’t bring in the music of the soul
That raga is to be played on a different instrument.


FLOWERS THAT TOOK MY BREATH AWAY:
White, fragile and fragrant
Thousands of them
Loaded on the creeper.
Smiling down at me
Gazed into my eyes
Beckoning me.
I held my breath
As I looked at them, bedazzled.
I wanted to listen to them
For they had a secret language-
The language of silence
That penetrated the soul.
I touched them gently
Felt their caress against my face.
In that touch I experienced a miracle
For it was the touch of divinity.
Those flowers of Bridal Bouquet humbled me
And I murmured a small prayer.

A COMMUNION WITH SILENCE:
Let the skies pour down silence
So that my soul gets drenched in its melody
Let it seep into every pore of my being.
O hark! There’s a whispering
Listen to the silence as it unfolds a mystery
Reveals a secret
The secret of quietness, stillness
An emptiness of egolessness
A nothingness of leisure
Born when there is no duality
When one can reach ones’ core- centered and still.


WHOSE SKY IS IT?
Birds do not know the sky they traverse
To be American or Asian or European.
How is it we know the earth that sustains us
To be American or Asian or European.
The maps
The geographical boundaries
The mental aberrations
Demarcations…
Blacks, Browns, Whites
Your world and mine
Your religion and mine
Your earth and mine
The cold, dark air between us…
Your sky and mine?
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RENDEZVOUS:
The stars are too high O Lord
I don’t want them
I m happy looking at the beauty of humble flowers
Gulmohar, Champa, Harishringar.
Each morning as I walk down the street
They await my presence
As much as look forward to meet them
It’s our rendezvous
Only our’s –quiet and private
No one knows about it
And I don’t want to share this
Beautiful secret with anyone.

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