FAKE GURUS.

We believe in fakes because we cannot get the real ones,,,,,
Be it anything, even the spiritual gurus,,,,,

It's a shame, that we all depend on fake Gurus for our needs,,,,
Just to fulfill our desires,we sell our soul's soul,,,,

And how about them, who don't go to any of the so called Gurus ?,,,
Are they not looked after ?,,,,,
Are they unhappy in life ?,,,,,

A Guru who thrives on people's money and gifts, is no Guru,,,,
Let's be little logical,,,,,
Study, study the Guru's in and out,,,,
Please don't sell your soul's soul,,,,,

Select a Guru , who has not died of AIDS,,,,
Select a Guru, who does not use  BLACK MAGIC to show Miracles,,,,,,
Select a Guru, who does not have LUSTY eyes,,,,,
Select a Guru, who promises  to reach you HOME,,,
YOUR REAL ABODE.

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I do not understand big big words,,,
Indirect words,,,,,,
Complicated words,,,,,
Unspoken words,,,,,
These days,,,,

Simple words,,,,,
Clear words,,,,
Easy words,,,,
Small words,,,,,,
Suite my system,,,,,
These days,,,,,,,

We talk about philosophy,,,,,
And name it as Spirituality,,,,,
We talk of smiles,,,,,
Which cannot even travel few miles,,,,,
We talk of love,,,,,
But......I better shut.

You,yes you !

Was reading a book of my choice,,,,,

My desired words and preconceived lines,,,,,,

Intoxicating was the atmosphere,,,,,,

Lovely was my book,,,,,,,

But  then I would look up at the sky,,,,

Then would peep through the mountains,,,,

Why this distraction,why this uneasiness,,,,, 

Was I waiting for You !!!!!!!

Tired eyes did not stay up for long,,,,,
Dreamy eyes longed for food of dreams,,,,,
And there my body supported the eyes,,,,
Thus I began to fall down the hill,,,,,
Helpless was I,to survive I had no skill,,,,
Gave up,yes gave up the books,,,,,
And the reality was in front of my eyes,,,,,,
Suddenly something or somebody grabbed me,,,,
Held me tight in a second, and i stopped in nowhere,,,,
Hey, was it You !!!!!!!!

Yes it was you,,,,,

Often dreamed of you ,,,,,

Wanted to reach you,,,,

Wanted to feel you,,,,

Not that I was alone,,,,

But I felt your pull,,,,

Which was very strong,,,,,

But fear was my family,,,,

He lived very close to me,,,,

Fear of my poverty,,,,,

Fear of my ugliness,,,,

Fear of my circumstance,,,,,

But see what happened ?,,,,,
Love appeared,,,,
Fear disappeared !,,,,
How did it happen ?,,,,,
Who made it happen ?,,,,
Please answer,,,,,,,,,,
Is it you ?.....

Don't know who are you,,,,,
Because words have been ,,,,
Just talking about you,,,,,
Wish to know you in flesh,,,,,
Even if i can't,,,,,,
Will still love you nevertheless,,,,
You made me beautiful,,,,,,
To see your beauty,,,,,,,,

 Oh my beautiful reality,,,,,
I wanna see you,,,,
Hold you,touch you,,,,
With the soul,,,,,,
And only soul,,,,,
Because body perishes,,,,,
Soul survives,,,,,
Lets survive forever ,,,,,,
Ever and together,,,,
Yes my Love ,,,,
In spite of all my flaws,,,,,
In spite of fear of rejection,,,,,
You will still be my selection,,,,,

Mind proposes,Heart disposes !

"Fine, if you insist",,,
"No problem",,,,,,
"Alright then , bye",,,,
"It's over",,,,,
"The end",,,,,,

We hear these words very often,,,,
Sometimes you utter,,,,,,
And at time i utter,,,,,

What does it mean,,,,,
Why do we speak,,,,
These words which ,,,,,
Mean nothing to the Heart,,,,

Heart and mind don't walk together,,,,,,,
Mind proposes,heart disposes,,,,
Then why do we hurt the heart,,,,
Let the mind take some rest,,,,
Tongue, you just caress,,,,
Heart is the one I follow,,,,
Heart is the one won't you  follow ?,,,,

All the other paths are hollow,,,,
Let's  be 'The Heart',,,,,,
And not just shallow....

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Insane

Situations are not difficult, but people are,,,

You wanna be happy, so do I,,,,,
Adjustments are done,still we cry,,,,
Why,and why does it happen ?,,,
Why can't we be lucid ?,,,,
Why not be simple and sane ?,,,,
Problem lies in us and not the situation,,,
Thus i repeat,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Situations are not difficult,but people are,,,,



You know what i desire,,,,
I know your wish,,,,,
Then where is the situation?,,,,,
And the difficulty that exist ?,,,,,
Thus i repeat,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Situations are not difficult,but people are,,,,







We laugh when sad,,,,
And cry when happy,,,,,
Situation remains the same,,,,
While we behave insane,,,,
Thus i repeat,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Situations are not difficult,but people are,,,,

We know He knows best,,,,
Still we put Him to test,,,,
We get what we deserve,,,,
Still humans we serve,,,,
We become their slaves,,,,,
Love them,cry for them,,,,
Become insane and blame the situation,,,,,
Thus i repeat,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Situations are not difficult,but people are,,,,

Nothing wrong in being insane,,,,,
Love is insane,,,
Lover is insane,,,
Beloved is insane,,,,
Situations insane,,,,
U insane,,,,,,
Me insane,,,,,
But in love and only love,,,,,,
Then you don't blame ,,,,
I don't blame,,,,
Let the situation remain the same,,,,
So you see my friend,,,,,
I repeat,,,,,,,,,,,,
Situations are not difficult,but people are,,,,

WHAT ?,,,,
INSANE ?,,,,,
WHO ?,,,,,,,
ME ?,,,,,,,
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LIFE

How futile everything seems,,,
All relations,all emotions,,,
They are all mine,,,
And I am theirs,,,,,
But still no affairs,,,












Family,friends and foes,,,
Are no different,,,,,
It's all about money,,,
Ego,pride and statues,,,,
All sour but mixed with honey,,,, 

Well it's not being cynical,,,,
It is though critical,,,,
Black marks on life,,,,
Bruises on the heart,,,,
Are they not enough ?,,,,
To go set apart,,,,
From all that was nasty,,,,
And off-course too harsh,,,,

Mother stays mum,,,,
Father is sober,,,,
Sisters are some,,,,
Brother is brother,,,,,
Friends are none,,,,
Love indeed is some,,,,,

All this for what ?,,,,
Why and how ?,,,,
Just to learn to live,,,,
With a better skill.....

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STAGE,DRAMA,THEATER.

How fortunate have I been, having lived  the lives of so many different people,,,

No it's not a dream i am talking about,,,
It's the stage,the drama and theater,,,

Laugh, cry, love,get hurt, sacrifice and so many emotions i live in just two hours,,,
Dance,act dumb,fight,scream,beat,and so many emotions i live in just two hours,,,,

Beautiful place in this world is the stage where i perform,no matter what,,,,

Lights ,sets, make-up,costumes makes me nostalgic about so many unconscious dreams ,,,

NO! I am not talking about fairy tales,and about miss beauty contest looks,,,

It's all about work and work and work and fun and fun,,,,

It's about running away from the life you live,,,,,
Like taking off your worn off original mask and wearing an artificial one,,,
And the result is this-------------

















Well , now to enjoy the performance you have to come to the theater for one of my plays,,,,
So friends see ya after i come back from another world......
So raise your hands,whoever wants to enjoy the ride to another world....

Soul in oasis

The tears on my cheeks,,,

The pain in my heart,,,,  

The failings of my struggles,,,,  

 The pangs of separation,,,,                                                       

All remind me of my demands,,,,
 That I had made from the Almighty,,,
And HE never disappoints His Lovers,,,

So here I am as dry as Desert ,,,,

As calm as sand,,,

As thirsty as a Soul in oasis....

MELODY ?

Yes some poems rhyme,,
Others don;t,,,,
That's how we go about in life,,,,
Whether we like it or no,,,,
Still we pretend to sing ,live or survive in a rhythm,,,,
 It's night, let's go to sleep ,,,,
Now it's morning ,let's wake up,,,,
Do our spiritual ritual,,,,,
Then eat in order to fill our stomach,,,,
Wear clothes to look decent in public,,,,
Smile at friends and grrrr at foes,,,,,
Meet our love in the evening,,,,,
Plays with words,,,,
Back home,,,,,
And thus we feel our poem rhymes,,,,
Yes we are in rhythm and our poem rhymes,,,,,
But where is the MELODY?????
Melody will only come by Love,God's Love,,,,,
So let's start our search for melody,,,,,
In order to make all poems rhyme.....

FEELINGS

Didn't know that feelings do bounce,,,,
Is there no difference between a ball and feelings ???
Why,,i wonder why !
Why do we keep changing our perspective,,,
Why do we love then hate then love again,,,,,
Was wondering over the fact of life,,,,,
When suddenly i saw something coming towards me,,,,,
No size, no shape,,something weird,,,,
Before i could just wonder more,,,,
A voice from that object came,,,,

" Hey why were you thinking about me"
"Who are you",,i asked,,,
"Feelings",,it said,,,
"But you have no shape no size",,i said,,,
"That is why i am just a feeling,,,,now tell me what's bothering you "!
"Was wondering why do you keep changing",,,i said hesitantly,,,,
"Well i remain at the same place,,it's you who turns away from me,,,,
I love you , but you prefer 'MIND',,,,,
I don't change my love,,,,
It's you who walks away with mind",,,,