Who am I???

Am I anything at all???
Do I even exist???
Or am I a figment of someone’s imagination!!!
Yeah, I got a body.... a tangible proof!!
So, I do....

Damn, what’s my purpose???
Hey, do I have a purpose...
Do YOU have a purpose???
Do you have any idea why you are here???
And hey, what are you doing about it????

And me
Am lost!!!
Am I thinking aloud???
Is this thinking at all....

Am a kid....
Nah....am this mature woman with a head held high....
Hahaha!!! Woman of substance....
Or am I.... oh, this so cynical woman....
Who’s doubting every passer by....
And are they all conspiring against me???

Am a princess...
In a guarded Palace…
Hiding from every eye that gapes at me…
But hell!!! My palace is a façade
And the self erected walls…

Am a free soul,
I dare to choose,
But the consequential actions,
Numb me,
And I am a recluse.

Am the master
Of my destiny,
Yet I fail,
As I bow down each time,
Damn!!! I am a slave of my own mind!!!

20th Feb 2005

More from my cage!!!

Pic source: Google

Prisoners,
Aren’t we all?
In this world,
Of Illusion and Choice.

Bonded by love,
Seeking endless joy,
Like Hostages,
We sit and cry.

22nd March 2005

Tammanaon Ki Titliyan

Tammanaon ki Titliyaan,
Aaj subah mere paas bhi aayee,
I was sleeping on my Bed,
They sprinkled me with smiles:-)

When I opened my eyes
I saw a twinkling light,
Each Little titli,
Enjoying an awesome flight,

Hovering over me,
Tickling me,
And giggling with me,
Teasingly they said,

We are tammanaaon ki Titliyaan,
We create magic everywhere we go,
Come catch us, play with us
Else we shall fly!!!!

2nd Feb 2005

PS: Im completely mesmerised by the beauty of Tamanaao ki Titliyaan:-)

(((From my cage)))

The Joy of Life,
Is to know
We are alive,
As one day,
We shall all die.

I fear to live,
I have to die,
Am I dead?
I cannot cry.

The Purpose of life,
Is to Give,
What we receive,
As we cannot take,
When time to leave.

I fear to give,
I may not receive,
Am I lost?
I simply grieve.

The truth of life,
Is to Love all Beings,
As we are All,
Creations of The Supreme.

I fear to Love,
You may not be Mine,
Am I a Prisoner?
Of my own scheme.

(Straight from my cage)
22 March 2005

Odyssey

I felt I was in heaven,
Lit entirely by beautiful diyas,
Engrossed in an everlasting conversation,
With a traveler, the avatar of the Divine,
He, who has found his truth,
After wandering endlessly,
Putting an end to his spiritual quest.

His words to me, Oh so polite,
In complete harmony,
And in tandem with the spiritual message,
Touched the chords of heart and mind,
Belonging to my incognizant soul.

His pearls of wisdom,
And the kindness they beheld,
Rekindled in me, a spark of joy,
I was oblivious to the obvious,
But His pure reasons and thoughts,
Enabled me to open my closed eyes,

The Knowledge he bestowed on me,
Of the absolute and the I,
And all that is truly divine,
Awakened the energy in me,
That was slumbering deep inside,
Compelling me to end the inner turmoil, That is rupturing my soul.
Driving me out of my cocoon,
To explore and brighten my flickering light,

The Paradigm shift,
From Ignorance to Knowledge,
He has set me up for a spiritual journey,
An odyssey of the self.

28 March 2005