Countdown

The countdown begins - 10, 9, 8...

But that’s a different story...

Is it really different?

All that begins ...ends

 ..................

To begin again!!

Yet it is so important

For every time it begins,

It has a purpose,

Purpose that gets lost

In the process of living

That fog around it gets dispersed

As I move towards zero,

It gets clearer and clearer

Cannot give any excuse

I resolve

Every count will lift me up

Not take me down

yes, it is different.

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Color of LOVE

Blues of past

Violate Pink of heart

Colors of life

Festival of colors, HOLI

A chance to
 shade blues

Sprinkle and brush

Pink all over

In and out

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Touching

Everything that touches my soul

making me feel lively to life

With smile or tears,

Helps

Make this life worthwhile

More aspiration

More strength to my wings

More courage

And

Sky more open

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Retirement

Retirement

Now, just a tourist

Spotting and enjoying beauty

Whatever, Wherever, Whenever

 Interested in seeing, not seen

Not on the stage but in the audience

Enjoying, not entertaining

……retired from efforts

Of controlling world outside

An attitude not a stage in life 

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OSI Prompt : Retirement

Beautiful Emptiness

Felt like indulging in gossip

Just about to ring up a friend,

I halted….

A moment of awareness

Looked at

That emptiness, I was

Seeking to fill with useless gossip

Closer look revealed....

She is so beautiful,
this emptiness!

I looked at her closely

Dwelled in her for some time

And

She filled me!

There was no need to gossip!

No need to raid fridge!

No surfing TV aimlessly!

Enthusiasm for my new project took over!

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OSI Prompt : Peace

Dip in Depths

Dip in Depths

I have been a seeker

Since many years

Since many lives

It used to be Books

I will dig in

Then lectures of Masters  & Gurus

But all told me what was known

It brought no change

In silence,

In its depth

Revealed are new dimensions

Knowing

Got different meaning

Words fail me, but I can say

It comes to you in depth of silence

And you do not seek it

You just be there and receive it

Every time I take a dip in depths 

And be there,

It comes in many forms

Like deep water beings of different sizes, shapes and colors

Touch me, feel me,

Some enter in to me, to remain in me

And become part of me.

With every dip

I am different

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OSI Prompt : Transition

A Birdie, inviting!

A child

Wanting to fly, experience thrill!

“Let go, come out of this routine boring life!”

Another scared!

“Oh no, fall can hurt badly

And others will laugh”

A parent restricting, cautious,

Another encouraging!

All within me!

And  all caution thrown away 

I take off.

Come along!

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OSI Prompt : Birdie

River of Life & Harmony

River of life

Sitting on the bank

Looking at the flow

Just seeing…..

Whirls, weaves, pace, swell, drop, current…..

Just seeing…..

Is

so cooling

So gratifying….

Isn’t thinking to change it foolish? and

Efforts painful and futile?

Yet indulging often in that foolishness!

                       

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Harmony

Loving is flowing with flow

Surrendering needs no efforts

Going against brings pain.

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OSI Prompt : River                                                                           

A plea

A plea

When I am not,

Love is.

When I am there,

Betrayal can be.

Please forgive me
or
Cast first stone at me.

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OSI Prompt : Betrayal

Dense clouds

I thought moon betrayed me,

But it was clouds covering it.

Time taught its lessons.

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OSI Prompt : Betrayal

Haiku Heights : Sunday :Any topic

Old Notebook

Old   Notebook

Notes on matters

That consumed my existence,

So important then

…..Now irrelevant.

Notebook dumped.

Left me wondering

What remains important forever?

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OSI Prompt : Notebook

Please take over........

Please Take Over ….

Demolished and dissolved

Ego, flow out with tears…

As i pray.

Now clean

Mind, able to see

Sins committed,

Heart silently prays

Please take over…….

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OSI Prompt :Seven Sins

Surrendering

Surrendering

A dog in street, my pet,

playful,

Loving.

Returning after a few days from tour,

I see him in a corner,

Low & depressed.

He runs towards me,                                        

His joy displayed,

Making me feel wanted.

Just loving and wanted to be loved.

He does it by waggling his tail.

I too like him

Missed my loved ones & their love,

Feeling low & depressed.

But I couldn’t waggle my tail.

Suffering silently….

What stopped me?                                                             

        *

But no more. 

                                                                             

I now know,

To waggle tail

is to surrender 

to HIM.

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Written for OSI Prompt : Miss (long for)

Passions...... Pain & Pleasure

Passions…. pain  &  pleasure

Want to win, control, gain…..

Ego rules,

Passions run high

Reasons are subordinated.

Reasons followed as fear looms

Pain persists.

When her conscious turned to giving,

Passions take different shape.

Creativity and enthusiasm.

Heart sings.

Passionate about her work,

Joy and love flows.

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OSI Prompt  : Passionate

Fun & Play !

Stiff, unable to bend,

Left alone to fend,

Life isn’t child’s play.

Bend to meld and blend

And never alone to fend

Life is fun and play!

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OSI Prompt : Meld

Shuffle

WRITTEN FOR THREE WW

Prompt :SHUFFLE  ADVANCE PANDER

Once hated lusty advances,

Shuffled by time,

Now pandering, she invites it.

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Cleansing

Don’t feel like reacting,

Keeping still….

It gets heavier…..

Silently...

Eyes get wet

Filled….

It slowly drops out,

……flows……

Washing away

Many illusions.

Smile passes my face,

As I feel lighter.

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All Within

A pair of eyes

Same scene

See beauty, see evil.

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Haiku Height Promot7 : Beauty

HIS GRACE

Who am I ?


  I have my fears  &


  I have my hopes.

I am my fears when

I talk about it,

I take shelter behind it,

I make a show of it,

I let it rule me,

I let others address it or

When I think I am it.

          

  I am my hopes when

  I see it,

  I talk about it,

  I think it will come true,

  My actions are ruled by it,

  I am working for it,

  Others address to it or

  When I think it is me.

  Who am I?

  My fears  or

  My hopes?

  Whose choice is it?

             

                                                      

                                                                            30.8.04

                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

 Friends, 

‘Who am I?’ was written six years back in ’04.  As the poem reads, I then thought it was a 
choice of an individual to select an attitude and live his life.

Today there seem to be a shift. As the haiku ‘My Choice?’  reads, I think though it may appear 
to be my choice to me, awareness of choice itself is a result of His grace. 
One can easily slip in a state of mind that has no choice. Isn't it?

Life has taught me this in the the span of six years . HIS grace.

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My Choice?

His grace

And

You remain aware of choices, always.

                                                                 

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OSI Prompt : Choices

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