In Auroville...The adobe of peace..

The Scent of Snow
The smell of an autumn night
The convalescent winds
A holy morning with God's morning hug
Every one is not born but made by heaven
To share the grandeur of life
The pilgrim doors are opening
To the silence of winter
They start-walking out
Grace,hate,goodness,anger all..
And calmness remains inside..
The meditating silver river runs through
The meditations of fall
The life's drops of dew
Dripping from  the abode of calmness
A Buddha is born
A Buddha is leaving
Twilight,wind,morning
And ends there, the never ending crave for lust...
The curtain falls on life with pride..
A new life with humility born.
I stand here on the adobe of silence
In front of the master who shines in words
A word..a line..of thought
Is enough for a change of life..

una noche borracho..a night unconscious

They See each other as a writing in life’s wall

Many  a days the writing is washed out in rain

Some alphabets dark..some light

The yellow wall in a path so bright

It says it all..where they met..where they parted

The path lies ahead in light

They act as they are strangers
but infact they are so close on their life..

I walked down through the alley of sorrow

It was a morning when the green leaves
shedding their tears

from a rainy night. 

I met the silhoute of my dreams

it was smiling at me

If you are ready to walk you can reach

where an eternal sunshine rests.

I Like travels alot i said

It smiled at me and walked away

I walked forth to meet the winds

i am floating in a life run dry..
a darker day waits those who walks in the sun
when we manifest the thoughts we live on..
we are left with a life incomplete
i ammleft with a life incomeplete..