The Singular Consciousness

How do I ignore
As the boundaries turn grey
When what was within
Shows up all over the place

How do I ignore; when
Your tear drop rolls over my cheek
His smile escapes through my lips
Her anxiety pumps my heart beat up

How do I ignore; when
What he sees becomes my sight
How she feels becomes my song
What you think becomes my thought

Thoughts and emotions
Boundless commotions
Yours or mine
Endlessly they shine !

Is this my possession
Or a step towards inclusion
What do I share as I barely stare
Who is he, who is you and who is I

Thumping beats fluttering gasps
Racing stake at a brisk pace
Splashing colors tender flowers
Inner thunder takes in wonder

Outward rush in its fullest zest
Inner fight at its tallest best
Little cravings for wait and rest
Wonder what and why this unfamiliar quest

Thoughtless thoughts are the guest
Stillness it is but not quite just
Divine grace or inner embrace
Whatever it is there is no trace

Moment of encounter with this vibrant energy
Syncs up all the stacks, brings in synergy
Wonder what an immense possibility
If only one has the needed humility

The flowers are fresh
The fruits are sweet
The plants full of zest
The garden all in bliss

A stream of wind
Swirled and thinned
Turned in, to friend
Unable to wend

Why is it the wind
That gets all the scent
When it is the flower
The fruit, and the plant
That did all the spend

You are the flower
You are the fruit
The master planted the seed
What good I am, but just the wind !

Festival of lights
No mysterious sights
Merriment is the plight
Brightest of the nights

Boisterous play of lights
Crackers flying like kites
Darkness propelled in bright
Gaiety and glory all at sight

If only you got the might
An immense opportunity at sight
The crux of you is bright
If you awaken the core and light

Happy Deepavali !

Gazing out of the glass door
Wondering at enormity of the clearing sky
Undisturbed by glaring radiance
Unperturbed from overnight luminescence

Covered by scattered grey clouds
Showering miniature droplets
What a majestic illusion you throw
Concealing all your vastness and abundance

Or is it a divine simile in saying
Reaching past the gray scatters
Is only when one meets the real matter
When a being is clogged and covered by petty longings

Wild winds, scorchy days or daze
None can touch or belittle your grace
Unless I shut off my trace
Lose my senses to rain, mist or haze

An unimaginable profundity
An inexplicable enormity
Including the brilliance of the sun
Abode to the tenderness of the moon
You stand in silence as if you are none

Came out in desire to soak in rain
Lured by limited cloud and shine
Jumping in joy I stand in vain
Until you clear off all this disdain

Ultimate you are - now I regain !
Ultimate I am - only if I unchain !

Joyous manna stream
Flowing through divine beam
High above the aerial theme
Surviving a heavenly dream

Comes across this sturdy rock
Buried under the worldly dock
Covered with material stock
Waiting for the empyreal clock

Drips off a tear drop
Tips off nature’s prop
Sees off the mental crop
Lifts off the graceful sop

Sturdy rock, Airy drop
Thoughts of I
Views of mine
All in vain
Till I gain
Divine’s rain !

Born at the rare hilltop
Oozing towards ecstatic life
Raring out of mother rock’s warm womb
I dare and pave my way to bloom

Gliding through soil queen
Dripping through aromatic green
Making ways into water channel
Imbibing lessons of earth and air I traverse

Sailing with the weeds,
Floating with the herbs
Shaping up into a stream
I meet with this buddy rock as we team

Caressing his patchy surface
Dissolving his mucky face
Awakening his sturdy core
I brush up his forgotten chore

Rock he may - water I may
Beads of nature is how we came
Soil and water is what all becomes
Soil and water is all that it is

The petals are tender
The fragrance luring surrender
Firm on its stalk
Greets in gay the flower

Passerby skier
Wandering in wonder
Greets with a zephyr
Smiley flower sways endear

Stupid flier
Roars bolder
Brings down the thunder
Drifts off with a shower

Tender flower
Plundered off its glamor
Slender and shaky
Shivers in fear

Regretful stupid skier
Shapes off from the dear
Tender flower
Sways endear

Glory all the way - beauty on the way
Wink do not - sink you may
Glean through the way - clean you stay
Steam it may - Cream it may
Sweet or Sweat whatever it’s pay
Life it is - reap what you gray !
Fall do not - for it may be prey !

The man goes to the land of mangoes
As the mangoes await the man go
The mangoes eager in ripe
Ripe and eager the man goes!

Sweet or sour the mango wonders
The man goes sweet or sour as he wonders
Fruit it is better it be sweet
Sweet it be whatever the fruit is!