deep silence.. (voice of a master,..)

Your silence should not be the silence of a graveyard,
your silence should be the silence of a garden.
Once in a while a bird starts singing,
but it does not disturb the silence, it deepens it.
Once in a while the breeze comes with its song,
passes through the pine trees,
but it does not disturb the silence,
it deepens it.

three small things - thought me - how it would be?

just went to my home town..
spent time with my friend and came across his father..

he was doing his pooja for more than two hours..
what ever happens in the house - never matter to him..
he just dip onto his rituals..
feel - "the fear always makes you - to pray.."

PS: me too spent an hour with his pooja!!
-00000-

just went to a small temple just 125 km away from my home town..
wierd to go there..

it is some what interior -
from the living place -
within a deep forest and
there exist a big silence
with the sounds of birds and speices!
me went in and found that beautiful pond..
not small - but beautiful pond..
with lot of Lotus flowers, lot of trees around,
leaves of the trees floating on the water,
birds singing and enjoying,
the pond reflects everthing around it..
sit silently near that for long and
without a word - left..

PS:
when me little,

my father crossed that pond by swimming -
when me crying loud -
"dont go there - the stems of the
lotus - reel your legs!"
he just turned over me, laughed and
reached the other bank..
he too left this world..
-00000-

bought guava in my home town..
"how many - dozens you want?"
"two.."

that old lady packed that in two pockets..
putting some extra on each pocket..
me told "don't do that.. you may lose.."
she laughed at me and said "enjoy.."

PS: she may hardly get anything out of the day's work..
me still appreciate her persistance and gut for living..
me too live my life - on my own terms like her..

-00000-

some times - me use to do this..

Don't break a heart..
as it is breaking itself piecemeal daily..
- Don't try it at a single stroke..

-000-

Don't think you disappoint anybody..
Because they too human and
may disappoint you - in turn..

-000-

If you have a love-
Don't waste even a moment to express it..
Because the love in you
is just a
MORNING DEW..

-000-

ROSE:(A HAIKU!!)

Me always around you..
Me always the thorns around you..
as you are the..

-000-

Some thing between a girl and a boy
May be called as - Love..
May be called as - Infactuatuation..
May be called as - Sex..
But me love it to be called as:
INTIMACY..

-000-

A girl always used to tell the things
not so straight..
Me a fool -
could never understand..
But me always want to be a fool..
As I love to hear -
from that girl - everyghing
STRAIGHT!!

-000-

everytime when me think -
why to make writings
like a poem?
like a verse?
like a garland?
why?
as they r going to
read by a HEART..

-000-

She..

My wife had gone to her mother’s house in her home town.
The day is so long that too the night.

-oooo-

She was a perfect twitter, twit continuously.

She used to update herself with regular news magazines, TV media
(“What is this?” – me enquired her often) and gossips with neighbors
and relations (“What is this?”–again me!)

Her way of food preparation was mouth watering. She had her own way.

And keeping relations with kith and kins were as natural to her. She had remembered
all the birthdays, anniversary etc of every relations. “their anniversary is her birthday..” She kept to relate those days with some other events and with some other events and recalled it perfectly even with perfect timings.

She kept very good relations with me too. No hard words on me – though she was not soft spoken (“We never use the phone to call others in the other floor while we staying in our apartment house” – She); very polite. If me late – she used to hang over at our compound expecting my bike’s sound. She poured her love on me, on my son and with her relatives (note: not mine!) She used to pick each and every words of me perfectly(!) She now-a-days used to laugh at my jokes – “You the perfect joker”
Never spent my money waste; even at a jewel shop – she denied “Why you waste your money?”

She had some complex over her look; though she was perfect.

An affair of me hurt her most instead she said “Me never going to say – stop it. Me afraid; because of that word – you might miss a perfect opportunity.” (Me missed that affair)

-oooo-

I thought - my words might hurt her - in one of these odd days.
And she left me;
She had gone to her mother’s house.

-oooo-

two travels..

two travels are immense in life..

the travel from head to heart..
this involve crossing of all the emotions..
a love would do wonder..
it will bulldoze the ego..

the travel from heart to soul..
this invloves all the sentiments..
nation, education, religion, parents etc etc..
dhyana do wonder to cross the sentiments..

gravity..

gravity..

CLASSIC