
With smile on a face with no lines,
He lies,
where sky and earth align,
He implies,
‘Enlightenment’ is a state of mind,
For their very incognizance,
Here he is,
A poser, the Reclining Buddha.
Like a racing horse,
Thoughts are sprinting
Amongst is a thought,
To find a moment
And rein in,
The checkered mind
Sigh!
As that moment arrives
Realization dawns,
And I find myself
Into the labyrinth.
Is it just me or do you also go through the phase when you get a train of thoughts which keeps you in a knotty state for days? At times there is so much going on in your mind that you lose track of your trajectory and feel stuck like a person in the middle of the gridlock. One way, which I find easier to follow, is to become blasé to the whole situation and shrug off.
Not sure how credible it is, but it sure works 🙂
It’s finally raining in Delhi, still not pouring but rain in whichever form is pleasing. And it not only mellows you out, but compels you to read that complements your mood and the weather. Here’s one poem that goes with the weather, I hope you like it too.
The Rain
By Robert Creeley
All night the sound had
come back again,
and again falls
this quiet, persistent rain.
What am I to myself
that must be remembered,
insisted upon
so often? Is it
that never the ease,
even the hardness,
of rain falling
will have for me
something other than this,
something not so insistent—
am I to be locked in this
final uneasiness.
Love, if you love me,
lie next to me.
Be for me, like rain,
the getting out
of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-
lust of intentional indifference.
Be wet
with a decent happiness.
It was spring as I remember
Her face beamed,
As zephyr brushed her hair
She smiled,
Seeing roses in the farm
Singing aloud,
Waiting for her man
She wrote another song
Seasons passed…
Woke up with a jolt,
She looked around the empty room
Rubbing her eyes,
She gazed through the porch
It was snowing,
And there were no roses in the farm.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
A FOREST WALK
Come walk with me, I’ll show you how
to pass some pleasant time away
We’ll watch what nature will allow
Our eager eyes to see this day
As we go through the forest now
we’ll see the innocents at play;
And see some things time has forgot
but I will bet that you will not.
Look through the branches, you may see
a bushy tail go flashing by
It’s just a squirrel that’s fast and free,
as jumping limb to limb, up high,
It never wants to ever be
part of our world, I wonder why?
Do you suppose that squirrel knows
some things we don’t? Well, I suppose.
If we be very, very still,
We’ll hear the silence all around,
and maybe then a distant shrill
Of courting birds that made the sound,
they sing just as sometimes man will
when courting someone he has found.
Do you think birds can fall in love
and court someone they’re dreaming of?
Have you been noticing the light
how it grows dimmer as we go?
The leaves are darker green to sight
And flowers make a wond’rous show;
now look beneath this rock, we might
see signs of life few ever know..
Don’t you suppose God knows them all
just as He sees each sparrows fall?
-Vee Bdosa
Say hello to my new pets – Mama Mia. Yes that’s their name. From the picture it looks like as if they don’t know each other but they are infact lovebirds. It was their first day at home when they were quite wary of their new surroundings and so were kind of perplexed. Now after almost 4 days I know why are they called lovebirds. I can’t stop admiring them when they are canoodling each other at night. When I first saw them doing it, I couldn’t keep my eyes off from them but they are such intelligent beings as when they sensed the intrusion, they slowly contained their composure. Since then I now don’t gaze them but let them have their moment.
I don’t know if it’s true or not but it is said that lovebirds keep one partner for life. Since the time I have brought them home I feel so poetic at nights, they have brought back the inspiration in me. I am glad I got them home as they have made my nights utterly romantic and philosophical. That’s the goodness of pets. And I want to pay them back, so here’s Keats (one of my favorites) to my lovebirds.
“Softly the breezes from the forest came,
Softly they blew aside the taper’s flame;
Clear was the song from Philomel’s far bower;
Grateful the incense from the lime-tree flower;
Mysterious, wild, the far-heard trumpet’s tone;
Lovely the moon in ether, all alone:
Sweet too, the converse of these happy mortals,
As that of busy spirits when the portals
Are closing in the west; or that soft humming
We hear around when Hesperus is coming.
Sweet be their sleep.”
― John Keats to Fanny Brawne
I discovered this really pensive poem by Rumi and I couldn’t stop myself from sharing it here.
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