Touch

I touch a child’s life,
for a brief moment, everyday.
A child touches my life,
everyday, moments after moments
in eternal cycle.

Touch
begets
touch.
We are to pass it on~
A part of you
and
a part of me.

The Beauty of Purity

Purification-
it is complex, it is dangerous,
it needs the right circumstances,
it requires the utmost care.

Purification-
it is fiery, it is painful,
it melts impurities, it refines,
gives birth to the purest of pure.

The process:
of extraction
of separation
requires passion with patience!

Dazzling, brilliant, beyond beautiful!
Imperfection gone-
the golden hues-
brightly reflected
overcoming darkness.

Now- even when
trampled, abandoned, smeared
the Purified will remain-
Clean. Pure.

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28th April 2012- a historical day- patriotically and spiritually, in my land! This is an allusion, an allegory for a special event today.
Was it a successful purification process? I am watching, waiting for the result. Breathless.
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Be true to your path

Be true to your path,
stray a little, but do not go astray
when this path leads on to path
on the destination, your eyes must stay.

Never forget your calling,
stay foolish, keep on learning
and when needed choose unlearning
then start again, from the beginning.

If you must, look to the sky,
find your guide, your star
it will tell where you are
and when only darkness paints the sky,
stay the course, light a star,
change the world wherever you are.

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I tried rhyming, hopefully the poem does not say ‘you tried too hard’ all over it.
I also borrowed the words of the 19th-century poet, Richard Le Gallienne.
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What is going on?

They laugh, they mock, they curse
because I am different.
They laugh, they mock, they curse
because You are similar.

We swallow, we cry.
We hide, we adapt.
We digress from the truth,
We subdue the inmost voice,
They have succeeded.
We are now homogeneous.

They praise, they celebrate.
We are in harmony.
We are one.
Bliss, it seems.
We accept
we are under the same sky.
We forget
we have different horizons.

Do we care?
matters, fundamental
are hushed,
rights, basic
are trampled.

I talk. You talk. We talk. They talk.
Who is listening?
What is going on?

(R)Evolution

Evolution is a state of mind!

Our existence fully contemplated.
We have tracked the distance stars,
Sent messages of peace across the Universe,
Sampled other planets’ soil,
Survived the fury of nature,
Yet co-existence remains an idea,
A concept still foreign.

We have ventured anywhere we set our mind to,
Almost able to stop time and touch the future,
Set ourselves apart from all who have walked before us,
Yet we are slighted, unable to be kind,
Failed to be human(e).

We have memorised pages of history,
Displayed plethora of trophies,
Yet this mystery remains,
Can we stop our own extinction?

We ignore the voice of our core beings.

We are bound by our blueprints,
We are shaped by old design,
We are victims of an old design.

Maybe now is the chance, now is the time.

It is a state of mind: Evolution!
Maybe we can get it right this time,
It is not too late for Revolution!

at the mountain today

at the mountain today-
i bowed down to You,
i whispered a prayer
it echoes on long after i am gone.

at the mountain today-
up to the blue sky
i released a thousand doves
each carries a blessing
peace
happiness
forgiveness
freedom
love
(Soar. Soar free.)

at the mountain today-
i looked down to the valley
with the River that flows free
cleansing, giving life.

at the mountain today-
a foresight flashed
Eternity
Purity
His masterpiece
for me, for us.

heart wide open-
i released everything
and gained back everything
at the mountain today.

the return

Sometimes the mirror
is the only honest friend
whose judgement is
only as flawed as the person peering inside.
This honesty can be too easily dismissed as brutality
most prefer not to know, not to see.
This matters not to the mirror
for it is always there,
within you, within me,
waiting, knowing
that soon- the lost and the weary
will come looking again.
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Go back, return.
Return to the state of nothingness
only you know where- within you.
Innocence is always there.
It was never lost.