My Mind

 

My mind pursues pleasures
As yellowness pursues a green leaf;
My mind pursues pleasures
As tenderness pursues the unripe fruits;
My mind pursues pleasures
As anonymity pursues the dead beings,
And my mind pursues pleasures
As memories pursue the fading past.

 

 

 

 

To Live In The Present

 

I want to forget the yesterdays,
For yesterdays cannot sprout once again;
I want to ignore the tomorrows
For tomorrows are shrouded in
                   mysteries and uncertainties;
But I want to live in now,
For now is the vibrating moment
Ever-revealing and ever-enjoying
My total confidence.

 

 

A Vehicle

I know that
Poetry is not the bread
Of the starving millions.
But, it certainly, is a vehicle
Of the hungering souls
To reach the Provider of that bread
Whose love encompasses
All beings.

The Stumbling Block

In my journey
From mortality
To immortality,
My immorality
Is a stumbling block.

Then how can I attain
The Divine bliss
Unless my moral character
Is upright
Like a rock?

 

A Cenotaph For My Unwritten Poems

Myriad poems
Took birth in my mind,
But a few of them
Died of my neglect.
Today, they have no memorials,
No epitaphs
And no identities of any kind.
So let this poem be
A cenotaph for them
Built with the bricks of my tears.

 

The Right To Blossom

My thoughts are as natural
As the bubbles springing forth from water;
They are as pure as fresh dew;
They are as clear as the bright sky;
They are as lofty as the Himalayas
And they are as sincere as mother’s love.
Then why do you brand them
As thoughts originating from an ordinary being?
Are my thoughts not destined
To see the light of day
Like a fertilized ovum?