Contradiction

Desire and the desired will slip from you ....
Fear and the feared will dawn on you....
She is a walking contradiction
Beneath her bosom lies salvation

mashoodkk

CONFESSIONS OF A CONVALESCENT

Whomever I hated or thought of as my enemies, were mostly those who did not see things through my eyes. Experience revealed the fact that my eyes were only two among the multi billion eyes existing. The hope for a better future lies in the ability to see the world through others eyes. Ironically this begins with the eyes turning inwards, for he who is a stranger to thyself will be a stranger to everyone.

mashoodkk

WAITING, IMPATIENCE AND ARRIVAL

I was waiting, waiting..
Impatience was looming

I still waited
Impatience bottled

Stirring was intense
Wide open were eyes

When will be the arrival?
Heart burned like hell
When will be the arrival?

I was tired
Waiting ceased
Impatience faded
Mind slowly detached

And it arrived !
There it stood
Right in the front

Buddha smiles.

mashoodkk

RESURRECTION OF THE WARRIOR

And the only fight worth fighting is on.....

Heads will roll, castles will crumble, arrows will rain.....
Not a drop of blood, never a piece of flesh, no fury of rage.....

Violence of Buddha and the silence of Krishna ....
Revenge of Jesus and the sobriety of Muhammed.....
All in a silent ground, under the naked eyes of angels......

In the midst of infant innocence and smiles....
Sleepless nights, flying dragons and nightmarish moments...

All just for a ray of light.....
Light of clarity, lamp of simplicity...
A flashing glimpse of the virtues of eternity.....

mashoodkk

CONFESSIONS OF A CONVALESCENT

Sorry to all those whom I ever hated......I thought you were my enemies......It took a bit long for me to realise that real enemies of mine lies not outside.......but deep within inside.....in the dark corners of my own psyche.......

mashoodkk

Spiritual Illiteracy

Hours and years ticked by
I remain still a mere nobody

Scorching torture from within
Conscience turned tyrant reigning

It is hard to bear material poverty
Unbearable are the streams of spiritual illiteracy.

mashoodkk

Tomorrow........

Tomorrow I will write about the little lilies
Dancing rainbows and flying butterflies

Tonight let me remain awake
Fabric of a dream is in the make

Early morning we will leave,
In the dewdrops we will dance
We will play with little lambs
Wet in the rain, heart in the air.

mashoodkk