A Fish

Through the circumstantial sieve

The thoughts on what i grieve

Thoughts so hard to leave

Donot flow.

Through the fisherman critic's net

Belief on what i'd bet

All what i'd firmly state

Wouldnt go.

So again the fish of ugly water

Either has to flee

In the mud only

& dream of the sea

With open eyes.............

May be thro' luck

Will be put in the bowl
With water good, but stale
Still i've to inhale
Too small, too frail
To break the glass may be.

May be then, with the aquarium kid
I'd fall in love
As he nourished n kissed
Me, n then forget the sea.
But he'd go keeping me
Alone in the prison sea.

So how i trust?
That u wont put me to dust?
That u have no lust?
For me?

U'll reach me the sea
Not where the whales n sharks
Scare me?
Fragile my mind, fragile me
So how i trust ye?

Since i'm very big for the net
Will u just pestle me?
So that, subtle i be?
To go to the sea?
But how i allow this grinding of me?
How do i know ye?
Till u show me
I am in the sea.............

The sea of peace n joy
Where i can travel n buoy
Forever in peace
For then m too small a piece
No fear, worry not a bit
For m too small to keep it!!!

I Love The Black Stone

For I love a magic stone

Once a fellow must have thrown.

Named it God, I had known

& I loved the black stone.

Why u love the black stone?

Asked all the friends i knew

Is it magic? Is it great?

Dream of it else, why do u?

Is it super natural?

Can it cure from fatal?

What i lost can it bring?

Can it bring in winter spring?

Why u sing praises of it?

Light of knowledge can it lit?

Why pour water? Why waste milk?

Will it cover my life with silk?

For my heart loves it so

For heavens there not to go

The moment i touch, fills me with joy

Not ever i found anywhere.

Peace and silence fills me in

Love and joy flows within.

So i love the black stone

Magic it has, i have known.

So I Love The China Rose

It reminds me of the place I rose

So I love the china rose.

Deep inside the womb bed

Only lies the blood red

Comes out to give a life this blood

Taking a life not instead.

So I love the china rose

So I love its blood red.

Holy Mother loves the gift

When Her eye does shift

From the glitters n the gold

To Her love red old.

Red the blood She had in

Brought a life Her within

So She loves it as the blood

& She loves the red blood.

She lives where's the china rose

Reminds me the place i rose.

So I love the hibiscus
Where She had brought up us...

A Voice

As a kid I asked my mamma,

"Do u love me?"
She said ya.
But then again,
When I did something she wont love,
She wont love, me too.
So I longed to see the one
The one who loves all.
The flowers of the garden; loved by all
But He'd love the leaves that fall.
A voice said, He'd come.
Even in the lashes of storms,
It'd say He'd come.

SO i went from one to two
Friends & all who called 'em so
Nowhere I found, what i heard
Nothing more than to woe.
Once i asked,
My best friend,
"Do u love me?"
& She said yeah
But nodded as nay.
I donno what she meant
Nor did she lend
The hand when i need
May be was mah fault too, that she wont know
May be for i hated to bleed.

I asked mah master
"U love all
What about me?"
Yeah, he said,
"How auspicious they stay, see,
Pure & pious
Arent u like them too?
What do u say?
The flowers of garden, who not love?"
I silently said,
"The rotten ones, who do love?
One rotten, will rot
None loves the black spot."
Except the one
The voice said.

With that ray of hope I live
I laugh n it smiles
I rejoice n raise mah voice
For this i walk, miles n miles.
I tire, the fire burns
But lits inner light
Amidst the night
And then again i fight.
To see the end,
Whether He'd come, My True Friend?

How Inauspicious Is The Auspicious!

Most inauspicious My Love
Most inauspicious U love
What lies that is auspicious?

All we use all we have
All have been used by some
Hence all are inauspicious.

Plant brings fruits, flowers n seeds
Throws them out & never needs
That we eat & offer U
Thus we live & keep U.
How inauspicious is the auspicious!

Again they take the rotten things
Leaving the fresh for other beings
Fresh for them is really bad
Useless too n makes them sad.
So we eat, what they excrete.

See the smallest ones of all
Who lives to rot them all
But are friends for those who give
Whom the plants need to live.
See how inauspicious they are!

Pious the water what we drink
Ganges water's pious we think
The waters we use, had been used
That a body must have left.
The most pious is inauspicious.

Oh! The inauspicious of all
All auspicious to U must fall.
Yet U are inauspicious
They reamin auspicious
How inauspicious is the auspicious, My Love.
How auspicious is the inauspicious, My Love.


[In Hinduism there are two different ways to achieve realisation, the right handed way or the auspicious way(right hand is considered as auspicious) & the left handed way or the inauspicious way(left hand is considered inauspicious). This left handed way mainly consists of Aghora & tantric rites & processes. The crude & the knife-edged path(kshuradharasya pantha) of tantra n aghora are considered to be faster ways to realisation because the primary necessity here is to detach from everything.
For those who are interested are requested to check the books of Aghora series by Robert.B.Svobodha.]