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I shut down the book
& Switch off the song
Halt my weary search through
Pages, words & wisdoms
Of forgotten ancestors far and wide
Looking for my meanings - outside.
I now turn with
Unsteady step
and faltering voice
to sing my own silent song
Welling in an ancient heart
Wisdom and truth quietly
Showing right from wrong.
And I let them flow
In serene song streams,
Of forgotten dreams
To merge with rushing
Rivers outside, from
turbulent and peaceful times
Of our human ancestors
And the more distant divine
To recognise
I'm now the ancient ancestor,
conjuring truths
Like magic on shafts of light
Created and escaping
Into the stillness of this
Eternal night.
What violet light
Blazes bright
In inky night
Behind eyes shut tight?
What chord keeps
Striking a melody sweet,
With incessant chorus deep
No voice, No hand, and
No instrument to beat?
It's that - singular infinite
conscious I
Which encompasses
All conceivable & perceivable
forms & phases of mortal sighs-
Recycles this chaos to order
Giving melody and light
For my earthly delight
हल्की हल्की सी हवा
सहमी सहमी सी शरद
हाथ में चाय का प्याला
और दबा दबा सा दर्द
मेरे जिगर
मेरे हमदम
मेरे दोस्त,
ये क्या बात है
आग है
किस चाह की तलाश है ?
कौन रास्ते
किसकी मोहब्बत
किसकी नज़र की राह है?
रुक जा
अंदर जॉक
तेरा यार
तेरे ही पास है।
In small crumbs
Or big boulders
Pieces of my heart
Come back to me.
Bruised and trampled
Worn and tired
But with wide smiles
For All to see.
They return to their source
To make me complete & whole
Wandering all those years and miles
To realise -
Stillness was their only goal.
My Beloved Children,