Learning

Learning is slow
Takes years or lives
You could not learn at all
(Take things easy)
Or learn with a will
The faster you learn
The earlier you will reach your goal
That of being where you belong
But before that what is wrongly learnt
Has to be unlearnt
By will or by cosmic will. ...

My journey

A person should have a will at the helm
My dad did ,and my mom
But not me,until I was old
I floated on the waves
Going with the wind
Forgot to build my own raft
Or never thought of it
I did not have a decision
It was always someone else's
Till the day I became wise!

hate

Hate is more powerful than love
Only those who love can hate
While love is for days
Hate is for lives
It's so easy to hate
Gives you satisfaction
But difficult to love
Because love has a price
A heavy price..! 

Writing

I asked my niece ,an eight year old
How do you create......poetry?
She said...All you do is
Run out into the open.....
Look up....
And ideas come from the sky
Straight into your head.....
And you start doing poetry....!

Candle

Pure feeling burns like a candle flame
Destroying it's very root
With its heat....

Sounds Words

Sound waves spread in circles
Ever increasing
Encompassing everyone in it's radius
The sounds that you make ......
The words,they never die....
They go further and further away but exist
Without dying
As proof of you......! 

Uphill

Once I went to visit the abode of the Godess
You have to trek uphill they said
By foot....
Fine....I said...
And took up the walking stick.. .
One hill lead to the next, and the next...
It was not over yet.....
Two more to go....
Sweat poured it's showers ...
The mind said.....why not go back?
But the aching legs persisted. ....
The last lap ......
Finally up there....
It was beautiful!Joy!

At the top

I'll take you to the heights
Someone said
I said yes.......
It is beautiful
But lonely at the top
Everything below....

Sacrifice

To be a song
I had to sacrifice myself
At the altar of society
When it destroyed my body
And my mind
I became pure song

Pure bliss

A pure song is pure bliss
It uplifts the listener to heights...
In seconds.....
But the Himalayan trek.....
Of the singer took a lifetime....

Understanding

To understand a song
You needn't know the classics
You needn't even sing....
Or read or write.....
You just need to have a heart!
That's the beauty of music!

Transcending

I thought for days and months
About transcending
And then one day I did
And was surrounded by Raagas.....

How

The weeping eyes never did read
A musical note..
Nor did the lips
Get trained in classics...
The sigh of an aching soul
Wove itself into a Raaga.......!

The cry

The cry of a helpless soul
Is a certain musical note...
And not any other...
That note comes out...
Only when you cry...
And not in any other way....
When one is aware,the note gets captured ,
In music, in raaga..

Hot

When the feet are standing on hot coals
You have to jump
Up and up and up.....
Thus you are lifted to the heavens
Where only music reigns

The raaga world

Pain became a psychotropic drug
Which lifted me up and up
Into the heavens
When I opened my eyes
I was amidst raagas
Music ....music.....

Music

One day I felt so much
That I became a sob
That was breathed into a bamboo tube
And thus was born music

Angels

One day I died
And was brought back to life
At that time I went through clouds
Travelled with angels
Two of them came back with me
And are now my guardians....!

Energy

A human
Could start shining
And shining ...and shining
Until he /she becomes pure energy!

Breath

I must know
That I extend to the next
And the next
And the next .....
Through pure breath
My skin is not the boundary
Never.......

Ego

The skin that contains an ego....
When you are locked inside a locker
How can you see
Or hear or feel....?

Body

The mass that is body
When certain stars shine
The breath enters it
And makes it alive

Atheist

The atheist says
There is no God
The breath with which
He says these words
That is God