JW.

Peace for me ain't Him.
It is a Black Box.
The Black Box is Him.
Peace for You is,
what your Heart is.

I looked outside the window today. It was raining. Half asleep, I sat on the window sill and did something that I hadn't done in ages. I saw the water droplets clinging to the window frame. I put my palm under and waited for a drop to form, get heavier and finally fall on my palm. I felt happy. Those moments waiting for the droplets to fall filled me with innocence. Nature has its own ways of cheering us up.

Govind
Mumbai, 04-09-2011.

Daffodils...

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils. 

A dusty road, forever close to my heart
Eyes closed, I cherish those moments much
Then have no end and have no start
The Lovely Smile, the Endearing Touch


The first stanza is from Daffodils by William Wordsworth.


Love.
Govind. 1-7-2011. 
I left for Mumbai on this very date last year. Times have changed and with 'self has changed me too.

Evening Bliss..

The sun was bright
The moments, dark;
Wallets were rich
The poverty, stark

A water drop seeks nothing but
eternal peace on a flower petal.

Govind.
24-06-2011.

And After It...!

Whatever happens to our dreams when we sleep?

Nothing can be said.

But we definitely become selfless and unselfish. We don't care about our dreams any longer.

What we care for are the people who are awake.
All of them who were not only there with you but for you whilst you were awake.
We wish them courage, we wish them luck. we give them love and pray so that they can see their dreams become reality.

G.
Because imperfection is clarity.
13-04-2011

And The Night.....

He went through his bag once again. All that he had planned to take with him was in it.
*Sigh*
There was no reason for him to stay any longer.

Behind the trees lurked someone calling out to him.
He smiled and left, never to return.

Gov.
10/04/2011

Accelerate!

Many lives we live in one
Many hands we hold with one
Many dreams we dream in one
Many hearts we touch with one

Govind
27/03/2011

A Drop That Hurt!

The day sets in the sea;
the night is near the shore.
There is neither light
nor darkness.
When the body dies
and the soul awakens,
a Poem promises me Deliverance.

Adapted from Anand(1971)
Gov. 20-03-2011.