I can see it bubbling inside
Inside your steel caged heart.
The one you put a lid on
To keep your poker face on.
I want to reach that joy
No, not to steal it away.
But to color you with it
So that with you
It will always stay.
Category: Poetry
This dance
I have been here for eons
And for eons I will be here
This dance that you and I do
It will continue forever
Gratitude
In the velvety black-blue sky
two mountains stand as soldiers
with their snow-clad peaks glistening
in the white gentle moonlight.
I lie on my back on my sleeping bag,
my outstretched hand playing with
the dew-laden soft grass.
The smell of the moist Earth fills my lungs
grounding my very being.
The sound of the crickets fills my ears
with a chaotic symphony.
The sneaky stars play hide and seek with me.
And in my heart only these words echo
‘Thank you!’
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Golden Ocean
God made you in the God mind
and then God threw his head back
and smiled.
A thousand suns filled the sky
and started setting one after another
in a golden ocean.
And that’s how you were made.
When I am gone
When my body is dying
And my soul is on its way out
Take me near the trunk of that mighty tree
The one that was my refuge
The one that supported me
Let me lie near my beloved
And let my body rot in the mud
My soul can witness this union
What comes from the Earth,
goes back to the Earth
Let me help my beloved
Thrive a little more
Provide the nutrients
Of my flesh and bones
And when some birds come
To eat my eyes, let them
Let me give back to dear mother nature
For I have lived and only taken
And then when I become one
With the mighty tree
Maybe one day my son will
Pass by below me
Maybe he will touch the mighty tree’s trunk
And feel it’s leaves
Maybe in it, he will feel his mother’s touch
His mother’s love, care and protection
It’s all still there
Stone wall
A part of me has died today,
a part of me is gone.
Where there was an open window
darling, I have built a stone wall.
Change of perspective
Beautiful Pune sunset
Vancouver, you beauty!
You pulled me in with your beauty
and mesmerized me into surrender
You gave me a welcoming home
like you give to homeless in your streets
You gave my son serene lanes to walk in
lined with your quirky Victorian houses
You get painted in all of God’s colors
and remind me of letting go and moving on
You are just like my hometown
filling me with hope every morning
You are precious Vancouver
blessed with God’s beautiful creations
You are magical Vancouver
with Angels flying and looking over you
Thank you Vancouver
for everything you give!
I love you Vancouver!
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Rumi poem interpretation – Unnamed Poem
Here is my interpretation of Rumi’s unnamed poem:
Which is worth more, a crowd of thousands,
or your own genuine solitude?
Freedom, or power over an entire nation?
A little while alone in your room
will prove to be more valuable than anything else
that could ever be given to you.
In this poem Rumi is trying to explain how important he thinks being alone with oneself is. It is only when we quiet the mouth as well as the mind’s chatter that revelations happen. These aha-moments which happen in a meditative state are priceless according to him.
He compares an extroverted leader who might have power – maybe over an entire nation to a mystic who has freedom and who is completely satisfied in his own solitude, and asks the reader which one they think is worth more? There is no right or wrong here, obviously. Leaders are just as important to the society as mystics. A person who is a good balance of extroversion and introversion, leadership and mysticism would indeed be like a dream come true.
Taken from The Essential Rumi
translated by Coleman Barks
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