Tuesday, June 30, 2009


I passed through the mountain of confusion
And found myself on the sea of tranquility.
With pitfalls of fear crossed,
My mind no more tossed by the gale of doubt.

The struggle is over, the path is found
With peace all over, impatience lost.
In the joy of light,
My mind relaxes on the breath of calmness.

In this spinal highway, only the breath runs,
Up or Down, the Lord controls.
In breathlessness, body a mass,
Observing silently through the window of tranquility,
My heart misses beats…

The power of Kriya, down to each cell,
Metamorphosed ill to will
In this bliss, through the eye of equanimity,
I regain my kingdom of peace.

Monday, June 22, 2009

The humdrum prevails through the passage of life
The ride so bumpy, keeps me nervy,
Money and comfort keep my mental terrain placid
But time snatches them and makes life acid.

Kinships and relationships make a mark,
But slowly pass off in the dark.
Power and position ascribable,
Fall off into obscure abyss.

What rules my life is the king of my life.
Winning and Losing his kingdom,
But the king cannot perish for he strives
In birth and death, king love rules my life!

With knowledge of the self and the spirit,
The wile self at last finds no limit,
To express its love all around
Then the humdrum ceases to surround…

Sunday, June 21, 2009


My life a big surprise!
With passing moments,
With racing
With recognizing feelings,
With sustaining relationships,
And with the Surprising Reality!
My life a big surprise!

With needs to fulfill
With wants to meet
With happiness to seek
With fading fear
And with the Surprising Play!
My life a big surprise!

In knowing the unknown,
In managing the unmanageable
In believing the seemingly unreal,
And in the Surprising Omnipresent!
My life a big surprise!

The amazing cell division,
The change through growth,
An astonishing childhood
The storm of youth,
The attack of old age
And the Surprising Death!

Saturday, June 20, 2009


It would take me many more days to reach the valley of flowers!
I have to cross the mountain of fear,
Swim through the sea of sorrow,
Pass through straits of anger
To glance the beautiful flowers.

Just contemplating on the route,
I resisted the call of senses,
Opened the windows of doubt
And believed that I can reach the valley!

And lo! Through the window of super consciousness,
I can now see the valley of flowers,
Swaying merrily in the bright sunshine,
With peace apportioned,
I march forward in the path of life.

Thursday, June 18, 2009


In the garden of my mind, blossom flowers of dispassion
Grown from the seeds of penance and waters of meditation.
Slowly the blossom loses it charm in materialisms,
Its fragrance in monotony,
And loses itself in sense occupations…

Helpless I am!
For I identify myself with change,
Stuck in the bog of latent desires…
Again the season changes and its heyday..
Irrigating the soil of ignorance,
Diving deep into waters of mediation,
The flowers would blossom soon in the garden of my mind.

Its charm would captivate the soldiers of the Spirit,
Its fragrance would mesmerize humdrum,
And peace would rule the senses.

Lord, Consecrate the bloom, in the garden of my mind!

Wednesday, June 17, 2009


Its birthday, its celebration!
Body grows older year by year,
Mind goes fragmented with zillions of thoughts,
Weak body, confused mind, don’t let me go longer
Yet its time for celebration!

Body, a mass of flesh,
Always in the mesh of fear, anger and sorrow
But I am not this!
I am ever-existent soul…
Its birthday, its celebration!

Birth less soul buried in materialisms,
Having infinite moments to rejoice,
Confined to body seeks occasions…
Its birthday, its celebration.

17th June 09, is my son Harish's 9th birthday..

Tuesday, June 16, 2009


I rise from my insignificant self,
Expanding my consciousness, I reach out to Milky Way.
Billions of light years away, in darkness I sway.

With dust, planets and stars to infinity I reach.
with void and emptiness filled with Om,
Away from this little self, I open the doors of eternity.
This endless universe and deathless self of mine are all yours,
Unique & unfathomable.

I get back to myself, to my little body and restless mind.
Comfortable in my illusionary native land, yet
My quest for reality reigns….

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

I & U

I am one in many, You are in many,
I am your little spark, You are the fire,
I am a little drop, You are the ocean,
I am the light, You are the source,
I am the reflection, You are the mirror,
I am the eyes, You are my sight,
I am the mind, You are my thought,
I am the sand, You are the mould,
I am the kshetra, You are kshetrajna,
I am Arjuna, You are my Krishna,
I am your daughter, You are the father,
I am the soul, You are the Spirit,
Our relationship is neither made nor broken,
I am yours now and always till eternity, O Krishna!

Sunday, June 7, 2009


Grassland of Savanna fascinated me for long,
I swayed with the grass and acknowledged the refulgent sun.
As calmness made ways into my mind,
You held clenched my hand and I held it tight.

The sun beamed, grass swayed,
I heard..
“As sun protects vegetation, I, protect you”.
PROTECT? I enquired.
Gratefulness, Thankfulness did not touch me..

Like a moron, I was lost…
Blissfully, I opened my eyes of ignorance,

I find the sun shining brightly again and the thrill of Savanna treasured

During one of my meditation sessions, I could speak to the Lord at Savannah Grasslands!! Hare Krishna!


The beads stung on the thread of eternity

Gleam encompassing infinity
A wondrous site of galaxies,
Each enclosing zillion life activities.

This dazzling chain adorns you,
Impressing the onlooker, for review
Holding a bead, I am awestruck
Sense each infinitesimally small, well cared

I see myself in the pearl,
Sitting cozily in your arms,
Dancing in the waves of duality,
Confused, disappointed with my playthings.

Now, as I see myself again,
Not as a drop, but as a drop of the ocean
Feeling your presence,
I dance through the beads of time stung on the thread of eternity!

Lord wore this chain with beads of pearl. I saw it so during one of my meditation session last week. Hare Krishna!

Friday, June 5, 2009


I wish I had your contact number….

I could call you every now and then..talk, laugh, weep..for few moments…

Surreal, it seems, the world so true to senses but not you?

Oh! Lord I cannot endure for more, Reveal Thyself.

Through reality of nature, this world reinstates to me that there is nothing beyond,

Your creation reflects yourself, but where are you?

Oh Lord I cannot endure for more, Reveal Thyself.

In the world of duality, I want my eternal desire to be fulfilled,

I want to contact you now and then…in this life and beyond.

Oh Lord I cannot endure for more….

Thursday, June 4, 2009


The Ferris wheel of my life goes up and down endlessly,

Taking pace in its upturn, the thrill awaits and battle of thoughts cloud my mind.

At the zenith reaches the wheel, my desires fulfilled but I still feel scary,

With my heart pounding, I want to go back home.

Then down goes the wheel, why at all I wanted to disturb my calmness, I feel.

For small joys and excitements, I presume.

Refraining from Unnecessary desires which ruin my peace; Ferris wheel takes upturn again…

With excitement, amusement, disappointments, confusions and delusions on the way, the Ferris wheel of my life goes up and down endlessly.

Picture drawn by my 8 yr son Harish

Hanumanji represents steady mind. The flag hoisted on Arjuna's chariot had Hanumaji. So think about him, when your mind goes restless...Jai Hanuman!

Another poem...

Oh foolish mind:

Oh foolish mind don’t fret and worry

For this small life will get over in a jiffy

When your friend senses will desert you

And desires would control you in astral realms too

I would then be seeking a womb, into the new body

Pushed into this world and feel sorry

Oh foolish mind don’t fret and worry

The unreal seem to be real and the real unreal,

For your friends will rob your divine world

And herald that you are theirs,

Taking away your attention from them

You would be forever out of fury

Oh foolish mind don’t fret and worry

Incarnations and incarnations, I have been your slave,

Satisfying your fancies has taken me to the grave

Seeking pleasure in Myself, I no more heed,

For relinquishing my lost divine world is my need

Oh foolish mind don’t fret and worry

Tuesday, June 2, 2009


One thought changes our way of thinking, just one thought makes
us happy, just one thought makes us sad. Just one thought makes a
lot of difference in our life.
We give prominence to that just one thought and it takes the
reigns of our life. The major drawback of this “just one
thought” is that it cannot give us perpetual happiness or
unhappiness. It is the “transitory just one thought”, never
permanent. We give it special place in our mind, heart, in our
lives and hence it rules over us for sometime.

Just try to take these thoughts as they come. Be a spectator to
these thoughts. Apply the power of discrimination and act
accordingly. The thoughts do not have any right to disturb you,
unless you have given them that privilege.

Moods affect persons day to day working, his way of thinking
too. Keep away from these mood influences. Follow certain
principles and strictly adhere to them. As per Bhagvat Gita Chap
2, verse 47, “You have the right to action alone and never for
its fruit; do not have the fruit of action as a motive, or
attachment to action.” This attachment to thought / action
keeps us anchored to this vicious circle of birth and death.

Another point of view is that we have tuned our mind to seek
inputs from our senses continuously. Mind keeps on scanning for
inputs, fetches the inputs (cognitive process starts), depending
on our experience and past samskaras, mind gives the output (the
thought) which is later converted to action. This is what we
have taught our mind to do for several incarnations and this is
what it has been faithfully doing!
But our instructions are wrong because we have not attained the
intended outcome, i.e.: perpetual happiness. Hence, we have to
reprogram the mind slowly.

By practice of yoga alone can material man overcome these
thoughts. As told by Lord Krishna in Bhagvat Gita, Chap 9, verse
12 “If you cannot concentrate your mind finally on me, then
seek to reach Me, O winner of wealth, by repeated yoga.”

Let thoughts not control you, discipline yourself to control
your thoughts.

I sit still


I sit still, as still as I can,
With the hope to sit still, long
With attention at Kutastha, the Hong Sau begins,
My restless breath goes steady and steady
I sit still, as still as I can.

With the yellow light turning blue,
My eyeballs steady and ears on Aum,
My arms still, I feel the bliss.
I sit still, as still as I can.

My weary senses want to declare
The calmness that reigns me
With assurance that they can proclaim to the world later,
I sit still, as still as I can.

With little peace I proceed to Aum,
The audible surrounds me to my awe,
With the bright light expanding all around,
I reach Pluto 4.6 billion light years away?.. and back to my insignificance.
I sit still as still as I can
With the hope to sit still, long.

Monday, June 1, 2009



Aummmmm, the magic sound penetrates into me,
Aummmmm, the magic sound disperses from me;
From where does this come from?
In din or in silence, its Aum, Aum, Aum

Aum in office, Aum at home,
Aum at the mart and Aum in the cart,
Its Aum all around me!
From where does this come from?

In this hustle and bustle its Aum, Aum, Aum
With my deaf ears, its surprising that I hear,
From far and near, I feel Aumm has become dear;
From where does this come from?

In life or death its Aum, Aum, Aum.