Hidden Treassure..!

Within my reach,
Lay a hidden treassure,
I am fully ignorant of,
It awaits to be found,
Till I have a clue of it !

Guiding Star...!

My tired gaze often looks carelessly,
As if to fathom life's indefiniteness,
But my glittering hope always catch,
A glimpse of a bright light looking at me,
Perhaps a 'Guiding Star' from heaven !

Warrior..!

My aching arms stretch to embrace,
My dreams which is afar, unreachable,
But I refuse to surrender my helplessness,
And my 'WILL' stands with me as a 'Warrior' ! 

Farewell...!!

I recognise your firm footsteps,
Fading in the passing distance,
It makes my bossom so heavy,
and ends in an inevitable farewell !

Melody Of Eternity..!

Drifting on the tides of time,
Sailing beneath the azure sky,
A fragile life lying so below,
On the bank of mortality !

Promise of a delightful soul,
Floats in murmuring breeze,
It's perfume spreading trance,
A haunting melody of eternity !

Sweet Indulgence..!

In the sweet leisure of flying hours,
Dream whispers harmonious verse,
Under azure sky of steep height,
It sings with an undisturbed delight !

Facts...!!

Eyes cant lie,

It reflects truth..
Heart cant lie,

Actions confirm feeling..
Words cant lie,

It carries emotions..
What adorn your lie

Is your sweet words..
Lie will rule until

You lack a conscience..

Night's Passtime..!

When sleep refuses,
to caress my eyes,
my desire slyly listen,
to the stars whispering.

Their blinking glitter,
reaches me quitely,
to share their secrets.
My wonder keeps me awake !

Voyage..!

I am on a journey ,
To rediscover myself,
I uproot myths, exit flaws,
From the threashold of,
All false conditioning,
That made me unreal..
That gave me false ego..

Illusion..!!

Alone and yet not alone..
Lost and yet not lost..
Adrift in mixed blending..
Everywhere at once..
Yet nowhere at all..

Shades Of Joy..!!

No joy starves in silence,
Overwhelming cheer,
Hunts for a heart,
To get nourished with laugh,
It fleets in shade of echoes !

The Enigma..!!

The glorious soul glides,
Through the trivial life,
 The ordeal of the death,
Faces the fragility of life,
It fails to outlast mortality,
The enigma of universal law !

Transparent Beauty..!!

Love ! Hey transparent beauty,
You are Truth, You are Divine,
The mysteriousness everyone chases,
What a magnetism You hold...!!

When You extend your embrace,
In all directions, to all beings,
It elevates an instantaneous glow,
An unknown, undefined grace !

You are impartial, inspirational,
Your language is unique, universal,
Words often lose its meaning, as if,
To reign in your own glory..!

© Maaya Dev

Divine Transformation.....!!

Let me be a melting camphor in front of you,
Oh Krishna! How I wish to vaporise in your devotion,
My only wish and purpose of life, I do realize.

My senses silently listen to your rhythmic beats,
That I breathe and it flows in me every second,
Even in my unawareness I drink that awareness.

For your irresistible presence for which, I die,
I wonder, I was ever a peacock feather, you adorn,
Perhaps, ever a flute, you sing and never part with..

How many births I must have taken to live my wish?
Or, I must have been your Sudhama or your Gopi ?
I wish, had I ever been your Radha or your Meera !

Sometimes how I just love to let myself plunge,
Deep into the abyss of your bluish oceanic love,
To swim in that unknown joy of ecstatic bliss.

Your melodious flute is the recurring wave,
That sedates and in which I dance soulfully..
Your divinity cleanses all dirt of sins from me.

Oh my Lord ultimately.....
YOU transformed me to your worthiness...!!
Hare Krishna.....!!

© Maaya Dev

The Lotus..!!

We own a pond of heart within,
Albeit full  of our numerous sins,
Yet, a lotus is about to bloom,
In the depth of serene silence.
Lotus seeks for its lost identity ,
In the solid darkness of ignorance,
Yet no dirt ever dare to impure,
the divinity of the gentle petals.
The destiny of pure lotus is certain,
It cant remain in its confinement,
It tenderly seeks a way out,
To emerge as a winning spirit,
It awaits for the glimpse of light,
For a perfect flowering of bliss.
Sweet fragrance of pious lotus,
carry the truth of our existence,
It unfurls to sanctity of nothingness,
when soul put forth its infinite rest.


© Maaya Dev

Cosmic Journey..!!

Infinite journey of spirit 
in the guise of formless,
wheels of time rolls on 
from mortality of births.

Wings of karma carry 
the unknown weight of destiny.
Boundless ways of birth 
witness streams of life.

In the sphere of timelessness
the prolonged spirit anticipates
it's glorious last ride 
the right of deathless being.

Ether of soul expanses
to eternal vastness
and sips nector of ecstasy

while quenching thirst.

© Maaya Dev

The Awakening..!!

Beyond space and time,

through celestial veil,

an enigmatic sojourn unfolds

a path paving towards salvation.

Embrace of the unknown,

in the womb of mystery,

search for unseen from seen,

and finite to the infinite.

Illusions are decisive

conclusions stand still

truth glow underneath

marooned with ignorance.

Silence roars against noise,

cascade of contradictions.

vacuum rip-off boundary 

paradigm of false delusions.

As grip loosens, shadow fades,

clotted ebony unblock ways,

invisible stain vanishes,

as colossal truth unveils.

Galore of awareness explode,

capturing moments of rhapsody.

Herald of golden bliss sparks,

as soul rejoices to the awakening.

© Maaya Dev 

An Icy Memory ..!!

Beautiful meeting of hearts 
blooming and flowering 
On the lap of brief spring.
Love reigns as sparkling crown
On the illusion of eternity.
Pace of season rushes
While tides of time drifting
All the promises are falling
exchanged by ecstatic hearts.
Albeit, perfume of unique love
fails to stop the wind of change
that dilutes every bit of excitement
And vanish the traces of charm.
As life goes by and wind pass by
Feelings become frozen as warmth lost
It remains a cold memory
In the depth of a frozen past.
The sigh ask in silence as darkness
Shall it melt with a future embrace 
Or shall it remain as an icy memory?

© Maaya Dev

Untired Wait..!!

Long have I held your love
never once it got honoured.
My smile remains in confinement
inside bud of a bruised dream.

Your memory warms my hope
thus melting my frozen tear.
How I gasp, stillness of silence?
still it drops un-uttered sob.

I listen to the passing wind
to hear your vague murmur.
Fragments of moments' scattering 
lashing over heart's shore.

Each anguished sigh decodes
messages that refuses to reveal.
It gets vaporized in the forms
of retrieving waves of time.

Yet tired gaze search everywhere
for a trace of frail shadow.
Despite stretched in vain
as if surrendered in defeat.

But I recognise your firm footsteps.. 
Fading in the passing distance..
It makes my bosom so heavy, 
denying an inevitable farewell..

As breath awaits for your fragrance
that passing through near distance.
Heart refuses to stop its pursuit
as my hope became an 'Untired Wait'!

© Maaya Dev

Embrace..!!

“I am an insensate stone in the wilderness,

whipped by fierce wind and torrential rain,

so cold that no one dares touch me.

But my love is solid and sharp,

capable of piercing through any obstacle.

Even if I were crushed into powder,

I would still use my ashes to embrace you.”

 

- Liu Xiaobo -

Ego Is Touchy..!

“Only the ego can be touched. It is very touchy. If somebody just looks at you in a certain way, it is touched. He has not done anything. If somebody smiles a little, it is touched; if somebody just turns his head and does not look at you, it is touched. It is very touchy. It is like a wound, always open, green. You touch it and the pain arises. A single word, a single gesture — the other may not even be aware of what he has done to you, but he has touched it.

And you always think the other is responsible, that he has wounded you. No, you carry your wound. With the ego your whole being is a wound. And you carry it around. Nobody is interested in hurting you, nobody is positively waiting to hurt you; everybody is engaged in safeguarding his own wound. Who has got the energy? But still it happens, because you are so ready to be wounded, so ready, just waiting on the brink for anything.

Osho

Be Like A Mirror..!

“Let go of your worries

and be completely clear-hearted,

like the face of a mirror

that contains no images.

If you want a clear mirror,

behold yourself

and see the shameless truth,

which the mirror reflects.

If metal can be polished

to a mirror-like finish,

what polishing might

the mirror of the heart require?

Between the mirror and the heart

is this single difference:

the heart conceals secrets,

while the mirror does not.”

...Rumi...

Words...!

Inside us lies a web of words, a true representative of our thoughts, loaded with unlimited emotions and feelings that are often spoken, unspoken, expressed, repressed. Words remain unsaid, sigh with burden. Unkind words act as knife and wound a heart with insensitive sharpness. Words use with upmost care and love sooth a heart and act as elixir...

Pride & Ego..!!

Pride is not ego. Ego is something without content. For example, a man who cannot even draw a straight line thinks himself a great painter – that is ego, there is no content. But if Picasso thinks he is a great painter, that is simply a fact, and if he is proud of his genius there is nothing wrong in it. In fact, people should be helped to find some pride in their individuality because that pride will make their eyes shine, their faces luminous; that pride will make them unique individuals, with no more question of inferiority and superiority.

The man of pride has a deep feeling of gratitude that existence has chosen him and it came from beyond, although he is not worthy. It is a strange phenomenon. The more worthy you are, the more you feel you are not worthy enough. You have been given so much and you cannot do anything in return. You are the blessed. But your blessedness will be full of gratitude. That is the distinction to be remembered between ego and pride.


Destroy the ego and create the pride. Ego is something like a cancer that simply eats you.Pride, self-respect is a creative phenomenon. It fulfills your own potential and it also shares with the world all the treasures that you have brought into the world.

Courtesy - Osho

I Wish..!!

I wish...I could lie down on a grassy field wrapped in solitude and pastoral bliss. Hear my own heartbeats. Feel the cold breeze on my face. Look into the wide eyes of the blue expanse and say here i come with my arms flung wide open. See the vast blue stare back at me silently and shamelessly. Watch the sky turn from blue to crimson to ebony. Let the darkness snatch me away from the summer light and seduce me by sprinkling millions of diamonds in the sky. Let the moon come out of its hiding and play hide and seek with me. Let him bathe me with his silvery presence turning me into princess of the night. Let the singers of the night sing their songs and put me to sleep in the nature's lap...

Amavasya (No Moon)...!

Amavasya means no moon day or new moon day. Whenever something or somebody becomes absent, through that absence, their presence always becomes more powerful. If you had a friend or a loved one who was with you, you never felt their presence so much. But the moment they disappear, you feel their presence so much – it is so powerful, isn’t it? Even on the emotional level, it is true. You do not really feel their presence when they are around. Only when they are gone, the vacuum that they have left behind has become more powerful than their presence itself. Similarly with the moon, her absence makes her more present than ever before. On any other day, even the Pournami, she is there, but on Amavasya, the presence is felt even more – that quality is even more.

courtesy - Sadhguru

Formation Of Soulmates....!

"if, in the beginning, there were so few people on the face of the earth, and now there are so many, where did all those new souls come from?"

The answer is simple. In certain reincarnations, we divide into two. Our souls divide as do crystals and start, cells and plants."

 Our soul divides into two, and those souls are in turn transformed into two and so, within a few generations, we are scattered over a large part of the earth.

 We form part of what the Alchemists call the Anima Mundi, the soul of the world; the truth is that if the Anima Mundi were merely to keep dividing, it would keep growing, but it would also become gradually weaker. That is why, as well as dividing into two, we also find ourselves. And the process of finding ourselves is called love. Because when a soul divides, it always divides into a male part and a female part.

In each life, we feel a mysterious obligation to find at least one of those soul mates. The greater love that seperated them feels pleased with the Love that brings them together again.

But how will i know who my soul mate is?

By taking risks. By rising failure, disappointment, disillusion, but never ceasing in your search for love. As long as you keep looking, you will triumph in the end."

-Paulo Coelho (Brida)-

Brida..!!

"Brida’s eyes filled with tears. She was proud of her Soulmate.

That is what the forest taught me. That you will never be mine, and that is why I will never lose you. You were my hope during my days of loneliness, my anxiety during moments of doubt, my certainty during moments of faith.

Knowing that my Soulmate would come one day, I devoted myself to learning the Tradition of the Sun. Knowing that you existed was my one reason for continuing to live.’

Brida could no longer conceal her tears.

Then you came, and I understood all of this. You came to free me from the slavery I myself had created, to tell me that I was free to return to the world and to the things of the world. I understood everything I needed to know, and I love you more than all the women I have ever known, more than I loved the woman who, quite unwittingly, exiled me to the forest. I will always remember now that love is liberty. That was the lesson it took me so many years to learn. That is the lesson that sent me into exile and now sets me free again.’

I will always remember you, and you will remember me, just as we will remember the evening, the rain on the windows, and all the things we’ll always have because we cannot possess them."

Courtesy-Paulo Coelho

Emotions Dissected..!

We all know 'Emotions' are a tricky aspect of being human. They are the language of the soul; subtle, elusive and cryptic. Often they defy the rationality of the mind and the logic of our society. While at times this can be scary and confusing we need to learn to embrace our emotions because they are the key to our happiness and understanding ourselves fully.

Dr Elisabeth Kubler-Ross defined 5 natural emotions as Grief, Anger, Envy, Fear and Love. In these 5 emotions , one emotion we can feel it as postive & rest are negative emotions. Infact no emotions are good/ bad or positive or negative.

When you scratch the surface to explore the full depth and purpose of these emotions, you might just come to see them a little more clearly for what they are - beautiful tools for cultivating one’s personal development. After all, it is the repression of these emotions that produces the negative consequences we often wrongly associate to them.When we explore this underworld of emotions we can see, we often supress these natural emotions and make it harmful for us. So it is important to understand these emotions and its bad effects to safegaurd our well being.

 'GRIEF' when we supressed becomes chronic 'DEPRESSION' , likewise 'ANGER' becomes 'RAGE', 'ENVY' becomes 'JEALOUSY', 'FEAR' becomes 'PANIC', 'LOVE' becomes 'POSSESSIVENESS'..

 Happy & Peaceful moments...!!

Soul Search..!

I am quiet and still and wide awake as I am now.. rain is pouring, moon is hiding, breeze playing with my hair and water spraying droplets on my face..clouds taking my heart across continents and oceans to places which are utterly foreign to me. My sigh eagerly longs to encounter with a soul in this wide world who could reflect my truth without effort and consume me without any pretense..

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!