Teary Raindrops....

I lost in my huanted silence,

My sigh of wings give wind,

To my enfolding desperation,

I flew in the haven of night,

To wander under depth of sky..

Never to fall as 'Teary Raindrops'..!

Feelings Unfold..

Dormant feelings uncurl
with monsoon breeze...
It drenches, flows
with each raindrops...
It tooks away all that
refuses to belong..

Unborn Poetry...

In the shadow of annoyance,
incessant flow of imaginations,
drifts in the stream of moments.,
It awaits to get captured by words,
to perch upon the wings of poetry,
and get immortalised in the hearts..!

Beloved Soul...!!

Beloved soul..
you are my spring in the cold winter .
The ebb and flow of your gentle breeze,
comfort my fatigue and returns my novelty!

Beloved Soul..
You breath my love and I flirt with your silence.
The silence produce Sweet melodious notes, 
in the invisible strings and pulsates my heart!

Beloved Soul..
You are my words and I live your feelings,
The feelings resonate with profound gist,
and swirls as shadow-less in endless echoes

Beloved Soul..
We revel in the nothingness to merge as whole.
we stay beyond as lovely twin souls.
Beloved soul we coalesce in perfect unison!!


© Maaya Dev

Journey of a 'Nomad'...!!

From one birth to another...the endless journey of a 'Nomad'....the journey called life…we all are part of that great journey.....it starts the moment we take birth…our destiny decides the path of our journey. However our efforts and decision can alter our course of journey but path is greatly unknown for each of us. As we walk ahead the journey unfolds in the mysterious way..We walk hoping that our path will be great, smooth & beautiful but we stumble upon when it is rocky, ugly & unknown.


On our way we often face unexpected rough weather, yet we can’t go back or stop our journey midst of it. We often meet many travellers on our pathways. Some are friendly, some are not. Some cause trouble, some are helpful, some become a part of us and some act as perfect stranger. Some rush too fast ahead with ease and some walk too slow with great efforts. We have noticed few are too concerned about their own path that they fail to look around or enjoy the journey. But few are compassionate travellers that they pause in-between to help the co traveller to come along.. It is fun to have a co traveller as they make the journey more interesting & meaningful…Yet after some time a junction may come up on our way and you get separate from them forever. What remains, is plain memories. Eventually one has to move on alone as life goes on...we continue the rest journey hoping to meet someone on our way till destination... Journey is long & lone...it doen’t wait for anyone...we may have some co traveller with us on our way is merely 'An Illusion’..


The journey of a nomad temporarily ends in tthe grave...till he takes birth again...

Krishna, My Lord..!!

Life is cacophony,
Wish, it is symphony.
In my hour of leisure,
I miss your whisper.

I hear a sweet voice,
Calling me in disguise,
Oh Krishna! Is that YOU?
Teasing me without cue.

Your aura, hue of blue,
Gives me perfect clue.
Your melodious flute,
Emits endless delight.

My anguish gets cease,
With your divine peace.
Your love is my grace,
I long your embrace.

Pour light on my way,
Save me from this bay.
Bless me Lord, naively,
From my sins of earthly.

'Transcendental Devotion',
Only means of salvation.
Be with me, erase my ego,
 Be my guide, help me glow..!!

© Maaya Dev

Unrealistic Glimpse..!!

For a while 
wake me not
from deep slumber.
Let me live
in the space of
sweetest dream.

I am surrendering
my reality for a lie
I am in love with.

I know it is transitory
certainly fragile.
Perhaps a mere illusion
of a desiring mind.
Or may be 
an unlived 
cherishing wish.

It is winsome
Pure whimsical 
Unreal though..
Yet, I love the way
it woos my senses
and captures my heart.

For a while
wake me not
from deep slumber.
Let me once again
live with those 
unrealistic glimpse
I am in love with..

© Maaya Dev

Plight of Mother India..!!

Half a century has passed,

silently she witnesses

chaos amidst  life.

Humanity  axed, love scarce,

exploitation in, corruption rules,

insanity paves ways for violence,

peace - a luxurious demand,

terrorism, a new-found mantra.

Fake principles of the ruthless,

youngsters with lost insight,

playing with weapons and fire.

Bloodshed giving an adrenaline rush!

She dies a million deaths daily,

Her heart bleeds, the pain echoes,

She searches for children,

instilled with sensitivity,

who will fight for justice,

with unity and nonviolence,

to protect her pride and honour.

Her compassionate heart,

Earnestly desire a dream,

'A womb' that makes her feel proud!

Let 'Utopianism' be

our gift of love for her..!!

© Maaya Dev

Good Night...!!!

Dear friends/readers...

I am pleased to introduce a new talanted poet Reena Prasad through my blog. Her compostions are amazing and worth to keep. We can clearly feel her passion towards poem through her each work. I can see a great poet in her. It is my honour that I am able to post her poems here and make my blog more appealing.

This poem 'Good Night' one of my favourite poem amoung all her poems beacuse of the delicacy it holds, everytime I read this poem it gives me a feeling of lullaby. I feel like to going back to my childhood days...Hope you all will enjoy this poem as I do...Plz be free to give comments..

Thanks..
Illusion..

Sleep easy tonight, my darling
The wind no longer knocks at the door
Soft are the wave’s whispers
Arising today from the ocean floor.


Sleep in peace, for it is twilight
The play ground is empty tonight.
No leaves rustle in the breeze
Even the birds are eerily quiet.


Sleep like a baby, on angel wings light
Safe, for a mother holds you tight.
Let gentle dreams carry you to your destiny
on an ethereal, sojournic flight.


Sleep for eternity ,my love, never fear
For its only death, come in sleep’s disguise.
Sleep in the darkness of tired eyelids
till the soul reaches yet another paradise.

by reena...

http://harivarasanam.wordpress.com/2010/12/07/good-nightnovember10-2010/

The chosen one

'This poem is another touchy elegant composition by same poet Reena. She is a mother of 2 lovely kids and a wonderful human being too..I feel proud to post her poem here for my readers..

 The afternoon breeze had a graceful sway
 A little flower was on its way
 It peeped out of its curly whorls,
 smiling as the playful air rubbed its nose.
 The ocean above was too far away
 but other tiny buds were willing to play
 Bathing in freshness of youth’s vigor,
 the essence burst from its own fragrant core
 Soon its fledging petals arrived
 like the fairy wings on butterflies
 Never envying the floral giants
 that stood tall with royal pride,
 the fledging coral-flower saw shy dreams
 of being a jewel on a radiant bride.
 
 Cruel was the monsoon ‘s tyrant gale,
 it chose the very afternoon to arrive
 The quivering, little flower was dashed
 on earth’s grassy bosom, still alive
 Sobbing tears broke its tender heart
 It rued its miniscule, transient life
 Why did God make it blossom
 Only for misfortune to strike?
 The green grass fed it sweet raindrops
 till a little girl came with a brass basket
 And collected the newly fallen coral-blossoms
 Lo ! temple bells rang and God smiled
 as holy hands smelling of sandalwood
 placed the flower reverently at his lotus feet!

by reena prasad......

For more of her poems...plz visit her blog
http://harivarasanam.wordpress.com/

The Sacred Love..!

A sacred decree,
shared in silence,
when cupid strikes.
Profound love blossom,
Petals ensure freshness,
Soul breath pure love,
Spread fragrance of joy.
The mighty rush of love,
Melt their being with poise,
And blend each others shadow!

Love soars and glides, 
from clouds to rainbow,
swim in heavenly whirlpool,
rendezvous of mystic heights.
Secret love tales, draw on
the canvas of starry nights.
Stardust sprinkles on romance,
pearly moonlight kiss passion.
The love transformed, purified,
Angels guard the eternity of bliss..!!

Oh My Poem..!!

I am not poetic..

I try to jot down..

Thoughts that woo..

My imagery world..

Each word jumbles..

That laden in mesh..

Quite in remnants..

For a better catch..

I try to compose..

Those quintessence..

In a poetic frame..

If my words, thoughts..

Flows like a river..

With so much ease..

Naturally towards..

The ocean of poem..

To dance with waves..

With rhythm so merry..
While drifting, I wish..

If it encases into a shell..

Shall turn into a pearl..

It would be so incredible..!

The Last call....!!

I can feel my time is up,

I can sense my soul is parting ,

I can’t leave nor can I fight,

Link of body to soul is fragile.

                          
                            The heaven is waiting for me,

I can’t escape nor postpone,

All my promises are breaking,

Casting away all chains of bond.

 In a flashback I glanced my life,

Love felt, tears shed, joys shared,

Wealth gained, Wisdom accquired,

Stare gave me a sheepish disownment

Today I am somebody with name,
Tomorrow I am nobody with flesh,
While embracing the only truth left,
I bid farewell to embark a fresh journey !!

Oasis..!

The first summer rain pours,

Euphoric time for peacocks,

Harmonious dance with love & joy,

What a pretty feast to our eyes !

Whispering cry of each rain drops,

Unheard misdt of torrential splutter,

Helplessness goes unnoticed, therein

If their grip hold onto the clouds..alas!

Eyes get wet every time I witness..

Their unseen pain my glance stole.

The forcible burst onto the soil.

Failed to camouflage their chaos!

To my surprise those rain drops,

Fell on my heart of desert sadly,

Gifts me few OASIS in return

A selfless lovely gesture?..perhaps!

Oneness..!

Hue of sea, serene as peace
hidden beneath it's bosom.
Calmness of a sacred arena
belongs to tranquil soul.

Healing of sweet release
Keeping all evils at bay.
It empowers with a royal aura
and lifts high as if a ghoul.

The imperial orbs of space
hovers around with charisma.
Amorous lights of heaven glow
showing the clear vision of whole.

I reflected in every atom I see.
New found wisdom helps me drop
My fragile duality of 'Who I Am'. 
The end of my call!



© Maaya Dev

Life's Quest....!

The mind ponders..

Never stop wandering..

About the mysteries..

Complexities of life..

A pain that is sweet..

A storm that is still..

A smile that is weak..

A hope that is meak

It never explains..

It reflects vastness..

It often mocks back..

With a question mark..

An untiring struggle..

Looking for an answer..

To analyze all strifes..

Everywhere, every second..

But it is unanswered..

As if unaffected, undecided..

Life goes on..it flows..

Always without any rest..

Without any guilt..!

Transient...!

Life demands no excuse
Time demands no pause
Love demands no prose

Riddle of a vague maze
Middle of subtle haze
Ironic style of gaze

Unresolved yell of foe
Unshared tale of woe
Uneasy stroll of toe

All memories ruffle
Tragedies do muffle
Few hopes shuffle

Life can again bloom
When endeavour loom
Journey would boom

Power Of Love...!

When you respond with love - not jealousy, anger, resentment, selfishness, or frustration, but simply love - you've all but guaranteed a loving interaction and, in the long run, a loving and successful partnership. Rather than sweating the small stuff, you'll be appreciating the big stuff! You'll be non-defensive, non-reactive, and accepting. You'll find that everything important in your relationship will magically fall into place, including the difficulties. The reason: Love heals. When you respond with love, your partner respects you, loves you, wants to be with you, and wants you to be happy. Compromise is easy, as is forgiveness. Responding with love helps you see the innocence in your partner, yourself, and all of humanity. When you respond with love, it's easy for your partner to see his or her flaws without feeling defensive or threatened. Likewise, when your partner response with love, it's easy for you to see your contribution to any problems you may be having.

‘Oh, Majestic Ocean’...!!

‘Oh, Majestic Ocean’ how you inspire me wholly,

You never relinquish, so you remain unaffected,

The many facets of the real life, you personify,

I dive deep into you to explore and experience!

‘Oh, Dear Ocean’, your tranquility is so envious,

Yet, the devastation your fury brings, always I fear.

Mysteries, treasures you hide within your womb,

Often indulge me a secret odyssey to the abyss!

‘Oh, Mother Ocean’, your compassion is eminent,

You pacify the restiveness of soul, as I watch,

So you absorb the very melancholic salt of tears,

And dissolve the pain with your caress of breeze!

'Oh, Granduer Ocean', with your grace, you welcome,

The glorious sun from the ocean depth of horizon,

The sight mesmerizes many from time immemorial,

And entice the world with your energy and cheers!

‘Oh, Ethereal Ocean’, how you ignite the passion,

When the moon romances with your waves at night,

At dawn, piognantly though, moon bids farewell,

To its beautiful lover with a frown on its face!

 

'Oh, Pretty Ocean', you splash diamonds on the rocks,

While Whistling wind humming the symphony of ocean,

Magnanimous by your nature, looks, size and depth,

‘Oh, My Ocean’, as I ponder my wonder grows endless!!

Birth Of A poem..!!!

On a leisurely indulgence,

An innocuous volition creep,

And stimulate my senses.,

I remained agog for a while!

Myriad thoughts jostle in,

Refraining, refreshing,reforming

With neither rest, nor respite.,

I remained stoic for a while!

My sigh travels across a mile,

Towards the destination afar,

Perhaps with a yearn so dear.,

I remained restive for a while!

Midst of an intense silence,

I embrace my desire slyly,

Sway away all my fears aside.,

I remained bold for a while!

In that moment of oblivion,

An artistry realm wide opened,

Onto a surface invisible,

I remained invincible for a while!

My heart sings,my soul dances,

When my fingers merged the flow,

Of unsaid words to the obvious.

I remained ecstatic for a while!!

The Fluorescent Beauty...!

In the depth of night,

Beneath illuminated sky,

My glances kiss each jewel,

Spread hither and thither,

My heart steals the sparkle,

And stitch it on my dreams.

In the awe of splendour,

A luminous aura from afar,

Embrace my presence to glow,

Swoon off my senses to yield.

A pleasant chase for trace,

Unfold an ineffable delight.

In the cosmic remoteness,

The 'Fluorescent Beauty',

Princess of ethereal space,

Clad in white translucent,

Reigns amidst infinite stars,

Emit her eternal charm.

In that tranquil hour,

Through the cool mist,

The surreal charisma,

With all her benevolence,

Bathe my weariness away,

And put me to a sweet repose.

Pearls Of Tears...!!

In the wee hours

when night bid adieu

sleep still residing in the lashes

refuse a formal withdrawal.

The canvas of horizon

turned an abstract painting

when the soft rays of golden hue

sketch the freshness of morning.

A stroll through the meadow

while sipping the dawn of wine

I paved darkness with my glance

as my whole being was in trance.

The moment was splendour

and I was in real wonder.

I saw tiny dew drops shed

from the bosom of nature.

It spreads on grass tips

as dancing glisten of pride.

Each droplet dangling with poise

Soberly carry a melancholic voice.

Their discreet pain goes unnoticed

as their beauty is hypnotized.

But their agonies often unheard

midst of the fuzzy wind that is loud.

Despite, the muted sob conveys their woe

‘How they cling onto their fragile life’?!

Did anyone notice?....

© Maaya Dev

Fate Of A Candle..!!

A flame of candle,

so delicate and soft,

bestows its warmth,

and light in its purity.

The spiralling air

Kiss the glow of passion.

Darkness steals its beauty

and held in captive !

Gazing all the while,

I wear moment of delight,

with delicate amazement,

in a way never felt before.

The envision enlightened,

how soberly 'A Lit Candle',

by melting its own substance,

is offering much for nothing..!

Symbolism In Mahabharata..!

The ‘Mahabharata’ has a deep underlying symbolism.

Here it goes like this..

Dhritarashtra symbolises the mind, which gives birth, in a sense, to our tendencies. He was blind as the mind is to its tendencies. His wife, Gandhari, was not blind but chose to blindfold herself. Even when we have a choice to see, we choose not to see.

Imagine Draupadi as the human body. The Pandavas, the five senses, are wedded to it. Their first cousins, a hundred in number, the Kauravas, are present in the form of the tendencies of the mind.

Yudhishthir thinks that he is a good gambler and so would win over the Kauravas. The senses also think that they can win over the tendencies of the mind. The Pandavas keep gambling till they lose everything, including themselves and their beloved wife, Draupadi.

Likewise, we lose everything when we gamble with our tendencies, and, like the Pandavas, end up in spiritual exile. The body is demeaned, like Draupadi was, and only divine intervention can save it. However, our body does not abandon us, even when we lead it into exile.

Kurukshetra is the world in which we live this life, witnessing a war between our senses and our mind’s tendencies.

However, there are some good tendencies also. There are many good people in the Kaurava camp. But, Krishna advises Arjuna to kill all of them, implying that all tendencies, both good and evil should be exterminated. They are already dead, he says. You are only an instrument in making this evident.

If a person has to gain enlightenment he must overcome all the tendencies of the mind, good or bad. These do not have an existence, apart from what we have given them — they are already dead. However, we keep them alive by our own acts, and, by our own acts, we can kill them all. Only then will we be free.


None of the Pandavas were born of their mother’s husband, Pandu. Their mother, Kunti, had been given a chant, which invoked various gods who fathered the Pandavas. The Sun was the father of Karna. Dharma, the god of duty was the father of Yudhishthir and Indra the king of gods was the father of Arjuna. The god of wind, symbolising strength, was the father of Bhishma and the Ashwini Kumars were the fathers of Nakul and Sahdev.

Our senses are basically part of our divinity, the instruments born to keep us in this form. The original name of their mother was Pritha, signifying Prithvi, the Earth, and she took the name Kunti when Kuntibhoja adopted her. So, the Pandavas were born through the conjoining of the Earth and the divine the body and the spirit. Karna was born of the Sun-god and the Earth mother. He is a symbol of our ego. Like him, our ego is also armoured. Only the guru’s intervention could get the armour removed. Similarly, the guru helps the seeker in killing his ego.


Krishna’s form, too, is symbolic. Deep blue is the colour of eternity. It is the colour of the sky, and of the deep ocean. Yellow is the colour of the earth. A deep blue god-image enclosed in yellow clothes symbolises the spirit clothed in the body. Krishna, then, is a symbol of the body and spirit, a symbol of you and me in our enlightened form. When we become aware of our true self, we realise that there is no difference between us and Krishna — or Vishnu, of whom he is an incarnation, as, indeed are we.

Look At Your Problems...!!

In our life what we cant get rid of is 'Problems'. It is like never ending waves in a sea..One problem solved and you can see another one poping up from no where..And the irony is that in this whole world none is free from prolems..

But I had noticed that many just create problems without their knowledge..because many of the problme which they see it as big problems are just ignorable..For them their problem is that they don't have any problems. They simply create them. Because they have got into the habit of creating them and they enjoy them. This is the serious problem, if one starts enjoying problems, it is very difficult to get out because they have much investment in them. Otherwise they can get out right that moment. Not for a single moment do they need to wait, because they are their created problems.

But some people just love to zoom any silly problems...They dont know how much weightage to give to each problems and which kind of problems.. Most problems are having built in solutions, but since they love to zoom it for an unproductive way they tend to see the right solutions at right time..another tragic situation..

But there are people who have real problems, there are people who have imaginary problems. Some problems are mere imaginations. There is nothing wrong in their being imagination. It plainly says they are imaginative person, a creative person. They not only write novels, they have created a novel around them. It is just a fiction all their problems are just fictitious, because they can see that their energy is absolutely pure, there is no problem at all. So in a way it is very simple to get out of them, in a way it is very difficult. If there is a problem, something can be done. But if there is no problem so naturally nothing can be done.

Isnt it a big truth & isn't it funny to be so..? So let me hope and wish that anyone who is so creative, plz do they engage themself in some creative work than creating some stressful problem..and those who love to zoom, let they zoom to the solution side to get rid of the problme as fast as they can..

Wish you a 'Problem Free' life...!!

Moment Speaks..!!

What greater thing is there for..

Two human souls that..

To feel that they are joined..

To strengthen each other..

To be at one with each other...

In silent unspeakable memories...

Speechless..!!

Thoughts can fail of 'Words'. But 'Imagination'....never !!

Rose Conveys..!!!

Sometimes, roses tell things that words fails to convey...

Their fragrance spread love and happiness all around...!

Your Best Friend....?

Never search your happiness in others which will make you feel alone, rather search it in yourself, you will feel happy even if you left alone. Because one of the great truth is that your forever friend is 'YOU' only..