Friday, December 31, 2010

New Year!

Successfully wasting yet another year
My mind projects bright the following year

This moment the only doorway to existence
Have I shut listening to my mind's pretense

As my mind becomes more and more cozy
I am just getting terribly lazy

Better I realize that all these year-endings are just to account cost
But never ever a means for me to get lost

As you head towards your ultimate dissolution
I am yet no where near my resolution

Until you make me fully intense
I would just be wasting this life doing non-sense

Without you tearing the me in me apart
How am I to become your own part?

Pranams
Isha Volunteer

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

From Dosa To Yoga!

A mix from intuition
Spread round with precision

Turned around for the perfect taste
But I failed to turn inward for the life's taste

Cooking up life using lot of assumptions
Did I burn its taste with resulting afflictions

Following the recipes by intellectuals
Have I spoiled all the human potentials

Until he fermented me to turn spiritual
Whatever I did was just a ritual

Now even the simple act of making dosa
Bakes me towards the ultimate state of yoga!

Pranams 
Isha Volunteer

Monday, December 6, 2010

Divine Vs The Wine!

Sipping the divine
I lost the respect for the wine

For the hunch it gives lasts all time
And makes me more aware at the same time

Available wide open at no cost
But still it's very difficult to get lost

Constrictions have I made in the form of my mind
Poses restrictions to imbibe the kind

Surfing its ocean for quiet a long spell
I am yet to dive in, to find the pearl

Oh how stolid am I
To still stall on this narrow board of I

Hence without his cocktail mix
I definitely don't have any other fix!

Pranams 
Isha Volunteer

Saturday, December 4, 2010

My Birthday!

A yearly time marker indicating my dead line
Urges me to put myself on the line

Crawling through life at snail’s pace
No where did I reach in terms of life’s taste

Infected by the mundane stupidity to count the infinite
I ended up every time reaching the finite

Many a years have I wasted in this time line
Until he graced me with his trick of making oneself a zero below the line!

Pranams
Isha Volunteer