The random shades of orange yellow & white
It manages to look so bright even when saying bye
Watching it never fails to touch my heart
The silence of Sunset always leaves a tear in my eye
       Silence of Sunset
   16 Years of Mother.   Â
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. Today sixteen years ago I held a bundle of Joy in my arms for the first time.
Dedicated to my mom who held me through those difficult times
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Chaitanya my son my word
Love is the only master who teaches a Mom
And Instincts the only guide in bringing up her child
First year I learned to laugh and cry for no special reason
Sing the lullaby even when i knew i was hopeless singer
Second year taught me the joy of talking for the first time
And excitement of speaking whatsoever i feel like
Third year was full of all the actions
Which as an adult we don’t feel are right
Fourth year i re-learned to draw and paint
Not on the papers but walls and floors
Fifth year i realized sitting for 5 minutes is a serious matter
On top of it write A or counting 1-10 is not a joke
Sixth and Seventh years were hardest of all
As i could not understand the view of teachers
Why for them home-work was so important
Eight to tenth years was time for new revelations
The exams and results were the two biggest enemies
Cartoon and TV the best friends in whole of the world
Eleventh to Thirteenth good food took a new meaning
Mom’s love judged by anything junk on the plate
Fourteen and fifteen i hardly slept peacefully
The hair-style, clothes and friends were biggest problems
Study was the only bone of contention with the parents
Sixteenth year by far the hardest and the coolest of all
I know why to study but don’t know how to concentrate
When there are so many distractions all around
So far i enjoyed un-learning and re-learning many things
Coming years will get more excited then the roller-coaster
But despite all the hardships ,worries and tensions
One warm HUG and a radiant smile on his face
Makes my world brighter than the warmth of the SUN
MOHANJI- THE GURU
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(Painting image courtesy .Artist Suman Gupta  )
AÂ silence with a vibration of it’s own
All eyes looking at the door
Some patiently waiting
Some whispering to each other
Some excited to be meeting him first time
Long hair tied loosely
Eyes hidden by dark glasses
Smile illuminating the persona
He enters the room
Shattering the image of Guru
Disappointing many a few
He may hug you or shake hands with you
If you touch his feet he will bless you lovingly
He is not bound by the image of Guru
He may play cricket or crack a joke
He may play with a child
Sit with a teenager and share his concerns
He breaks all myths of a Guru
When he asks you what you want from me
For I can give you nothing and want nothing from you
He further shatters the Image
But that is only for people who can not see beyond
People who are sleep -walking and want to follow blindly
He is not for the followers who follow like a sheep,
He is like a flowing river who will let anyone in
But there are few who love him unconditionally
Those are the one who may find Mohanji
His simplicity of thoughts & path of pathlessness
His consciousness connect is so real
Even without being there with you he is with you
But he is not a Guru who preaches or teaches
Today I thank HIM for holding my hand
At the same time letting me explore
I am still a wanderer but with a difference
Now I am fearless maybe not hundred percent
But better than what i was before
Mohanji, simply Being in my life you have blessed me
And helped me to stay in NOW
     i- Salt & Sugar
​I am like Salt & Sugar without ego,
Dissolving into many flavours of life,
Yet have an identity which is only mine,
My flexibility is not my weakness,
It is the strenght of my character,
It liberates me yet not let me lose my uniqueness .
   The Power of Circle
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No one has the multi-dimensional power than our O,
It symbolizes the negative and the positive,
The life starts from it but The sentence ends with it,
Success is defined by it’z count on the right of 1,
But The students dread it in it’s unit form,
From Moon to *Chappati it signifies perfection,
On Woman’s forehead it is symbol of elegance,
“OM” The powerful chant of SHIVA starts with O .
*The Indian bread
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My Sister-The JOY of my life
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The beauty of that radiant smile
Why it bring tears in my eyes?
May be it is the flow of gratitude
To the Almighty for the strong bonding
She climbed the mountains 
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Some snow-capped some lush green
She touched many a hearts in the path
Delicate, sweet with an elfin beauty
Not many could recognize her strong being
One day she feel in love with potter’s wheel
Her hands running around her imagination
The innocent clay moulding to perfection​
Expressing all her unspoken emotions.
It is no expectations which sets her apart
Her love of giving is like a river
Free flowing and abundant
She brought many a smiles and laughters
Tears of Joy and a sense of purpose
To the aimless lives of down trodden
She has nurtured the little ones in such a way
That Today they dare to dream to touch the sky
And believe their dreams will come true one day.
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Photo from Face book page of MOHANJI SCHOOL OF SUPPLIMENTRY EDUCATION FOR UNDERPRIVELAGED)
While mostly people talk about the wordly famous but generally fail to acknowledge the work of their loved ones
The Day i walked Alone
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Walking along the sea shore
The waves caressing my toes
Gentle sounds soothing my soul
Today the quietness seemed so loud
Every few steps I paused and looked around
The tears flowed gentle merging with their destiny
My bowed head thanking them for cleansing me
Setting Sun slowly turning me to just a shadow
I listened to the whisper of wind playing gently
The heaven reflecting it’s silver sheen
Looking at the vastness in front of me
Searching the hidden desperately
My eyes pleading to the. sea
To reveal it’s secret of such generosity
How Countless living within so harmoniously?
And it’s beauty of still being so FREE
Nothing dilutes me nor changes me
They are external to me, so I am free
The secret was revealed so simply
All along there was no one but me
No other being had the power to be me.
I rejoiced and cherished the beauty of new ME
Finally i felt Free, free and FREE
           JUST BE.          Â
​ . MOHANJI
. Photo . Courtesy. Artist SUMAN GUPTA (Magic Realism)
This world gave relatives I thought they are mine
This world gave money and I thought it is mine
The world gave success and I thought it is mine
The world gave ego and I thought that it is mine
This I and mine was making me blind
From morning till evening working like a slave
Looking for new goals and aims to achieve
But still something was missing always
I realized that it was the solace and the peace
Searched and tried all the conventional ways
But all my efforts went in vain.
A miracle happened and MOHANJI came into my life
He halted my running & asked me what did you loose
SUPREME gave you LOVE that you did not recognize
You are the source nothing you will find outside
Just BE just BE inside
Liberated now I can soar higher and higher
Swim deeper and deeper
Can climb the mountain tops
I am not an achiever but a seeker all empty inside
As my Guru told I closed my eyes to just BE just BE inside
    CARESS OF LOVE.    Â
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(He is for a child in general either girl or boy)
Perform, perform and perform,
A seven letter word ruling our lives,
It takes birth the moment baby opens his eyes,
Everyone around him wants to see him giggle and smile,
They won’t rest till he oblige,,
There starts the whole circus of life
Playing happily with his unseen friends,
Laughing and enjoying the moment in time,
Suddenly someone says it is sleep time,
Close your eyes and rest my dear,
Not that you are tired but it is time,
Bewildered and confused by the sudden change,
He resist with all his might,
But in the end he gives up and comply……
Walk by the age of two, speak by the age of three,
School by the age of four, collage by eighteen,
In-between learn the skills of life,
Play a sport or two read a few good books,
Make best use of every waking moment,
That is perhaps not the end,
In the sleep try to dream a few useful goals,
As in this competitive world there no time to waste.
In this whirlpool of expectations and performances,
Enjoy each moment and choose what you love to do,
Let your foot-steps follow your heart,
It is advise for others not for your own child to heed,
As he has to achieve the goals set by you,
And make your dreams and aspirations come true
One day when he comes to you tired and lost,
You look at him and think he has come with a demand,
Without thinking you start off for an umpteenth time,
Will get you anything you want but only condition,
Then In one single breath he is reminded everything,
From their sacrifice for him to the value of time,
Suddenly he rests his tired body and soul in your lap,
And when you lovingly caress his hair,
He says this is what he wants,
Your warmth, your love, your arms wrapped around him,
Let me be with you unconditionally,
Let me feel that you brought me to this beautiful world,
To be free like wind, flow like river and shine like sun,
To find the meaning of life as I perceive,
Oh! my parents please simply be with me be with me,
And you will see I will perform dear perform beautifully
    HARMONY – Beauty of  the Mights.      Â
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They co-exist beautiful not competitive,
Neither they over-power nor prove their might,
Knowing well a step out of turn will destroy the balance,
All the elements of nature silently work in Harmony,
Sun shining bright in it’s glory,
Giving the energy and warmth,
The Moon bestowing it’s silverly light,
Making the dark nights cool and nice,
And then disappearing into the universe,
Making their paths silently through the air,
None of them harming even a particle in their path.
The rain drops giving lease of life,
Come cascading from the sky,
For a little while covering the Sky,
Long enough to dissolve the clouds,
But while making it way through the Air,
Not harming even a tiny particle in it’s path.
Is’nt it time to ask ourselves seriously?
Why we human beings, in mindless frenzy to posses and rule,
Taking away the rights of other beings to live on this Earth,
In the name of progress destroying everything in our path,
Our existance is because of this balance and not vice versa,
So why and for what we are disturbing the Harmony,
In the World of Thoughts 