Sunday, May 31, 2009

that healer is none but you.!!!!!

We wait all these years to find someone who understands us, I thought, someone who accepts us as we are, someone with a wizard's power to melt stone to sunlight, who can bring us happiness in spite of trials, who can face our dragons in the night, who can transform us into the soul we choose to be. Just yesterday I found that magical Someone is the face we see in the mirror: It's us and our homemade masks......
Richard Bach

Saturday, May 30, 2009


it is a poem i had written in 2001 in one of many classes i had been lost into my surreal world!!!!
i found it today lying happily with laughter and i thought and that is life
tears and laughter...!!!!!

when i woke in morning today,
gentle dews ran down my hollow cheeks,
they touched the barren land,
out sprouted the seeds of hope and dance,
ever since my doors are laden,
and paths are strewn with joy,
so filled was my heart,
and heavy my eyes....
of beaming joys or shattered sighs,
i had to carve a way,
to drop the growing dismay,
my eyes melted steadily time and again,
and parched tongues gathered down
to taste honey of rain....
salted memories washed off my pain,
but still my heart gets a break,
when i hear of them still again....!!!!

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

I thank God that this refreshing childhood vision still lives inside me in all its fullness of color and sound...

Friday, May 15, 2009



IF there were dreams to sell,
What would you buy?
Some cost a passing bell;
Some a light sigh........

That shakes from Life's fresh crown
Only a rose-leaf down.
If there were dreams to sell,
Merry and sad to tell,
And the crier rang the bell,
What would you buy?

A cottage lone and still,
With bowers nigh,
Shadowy, my woes to still,
Until I die.
Such pearl from Life's fresh crown
Fain would I shake me down.

Were dreams to have at will,
This would best heal my ill,
This would I buy.

nothing is real until you let go completely...
So impossible as they may seem 
 You've got to fight for every dream 
    'Cause who's to know 
        Which one you let go.... 
              Would have made you complete... 

Wednesday, May 13, 2009


if you love someone, set them free.....
If they come back they’re yours;
If they don’t they never were.

However, in today’s world, this quote finds its own MODERN VERSIONS depending on the kind of people you are:

If you love someone,
Set her free …
If she ever comes back, she’s yours,
If she doesn’t, as expected, she never was

If you love someone,
Set her free …
Don’t worry, she will come back .

If you love someone,
Set her free …
If she ever comes back, ask her why.

If you love someone,
Set her free …
If she doesn’t come back within some time forget her.

If you love someone, set her free ..
If she doesn’t come back,
continue to wait until she comes back …

If you love someone,
Set her free …
If she comes back, and if you love her still,
set her free again, repeat …

Animal-Rights Activist:
If you love someone,
Set her free,
In fact, all living creatures deserve to be free!!

If you love someone,
Set her free,
Clause 1a of Paragraph 13a-1 in the Second
Amendment of the Matrimonial Freedom

Biologist :
If you love someone,
Set her free,
She’ll evolve.

Statisticians :
If you love someone,
Set her free,
If she loves you, the probability of her coming
back is high
If she doesn’t, your relation was improbable

Schwarzenegger’s fans:

If you love someone,
Set her free,

Over possessive person :
If you love someone
don’t set her free.

If you love someone set her free instantaneously
and look for others simultaneously

Psychologist :
If you love someone
set her free
If she comes back her super ego is dominant
If she doesn’t come back her id is supreme
If she doesn’t go, she must be crazy.

Somnambulist :
If you love someone
set her free
If she comes back it’s a nightmare
If she doesn’t, you must be dreaming...

so chill....
let your happiness not depend on people...
peace and blessings...

Friday, May 8, 2009


Sitting quietly, doing nothing, spring comes, and the grass grows by itself....

Wake up! Your conscious is alive
A heart praying, a world listening.....

an illusion of the mind in a dark moment
Silence, how sweet is that sound?

One hand is open, and the other?
A flame is rising, a spark has arrived........

Unfettered at last, a traveling monk,
I pass the old Zen barrier.
Mine is a traceless stream-and-cloud life,
Of these mountains, which shall be my home?

My legacy - What will it be?
Flowers in spring,
The cuckoo in summer,
And the crimson maples Of autumn ...

Opening bell
echoes from the canyon walls --
raindrops on the river.

The sounds of rocks bouncing off rocks;
the shadows of trees traced on trees.

I sit, still.
The canyon river chants,
moving mountains.

The sermon spun on the still point:
dropping off eternity, picking up time;
letting go of self, awakened to Mind.....

A haiku is not a poem, it is not literature; it is a hand becoming,
a door half-opened, a mirror wiped clean. It is a way of returning
to nature, to our moon nature, our cherry blossom nature, our
falling leaf nature, in short, to our Buddha nature. It is a way in
which the cold winter rain, the swallows of evening, even the very
day in its hotness, and the length of the night, become truly
alive, share in our humanity, speak their own silent
and expressive language........

Yellow young spring
Sky full of hope
Future won't come.

Frenzy of insects
Heat of our star
The past has dissolved.

Red humid forest
Light rays in fog
Shattering silence.

Black naked trees
White topping of snow
A perfect year gone......

peace and harmony...