Tranquility

a spurt between thoughts
and the mind liquifies unto blissful flow
thoughts freely flowing across life
tranquility dawn, the longer the gap
between the thoughts the longer it remains.

a journey inward
a life lived!

©bhasvantraz 12August2014

Rippling bonds

the earthy touch
in countless ways
ostensibly lock us well.
no matter how many tears
one may shed down the lane
for peace to generously dawn
ceaseless desires a ligature so strong.

a rock cast into the pond
ripples rush wider and wider
likewise this mind's hankering
in wider circles encircle us.
till this bond is in ceaseless effort
gradually subdued, 
ripples become smaller and smaller.

in the center we stay put
until ripples weaken within us
and with only us remaining
nothing but peace shall reign supreme.


through the ages of human history
sages and saints have proven
desires unbridled are but  chaos invited
voluntarily to muddle the mind
and kill us before we die.

so simple as it may sound
it is a job not easy
but reality remains
a reality, 
we have to kill the ripples
before we die b'coz of them.

©bhasvantraz 11August2014

Beyond beating heart...

Tell me that, what is  hidden
beyond the beating heart
which renders impalpable the ripples,
but runs wild during the wildest emotion
and sway gently during the joyous moment?

©bhasvantraz 05August2014

A thousand tales...

A thousand tales
you can tell to soothe me.
The scarred emotion will still bleed
redness may not be seen anywhere
because the river of blood flows deeper.

A thousand tales
you can tell to soothe me.
I believe not any
because I have heard many
yet the wound heals not, funny!!

A thousand tales
you can tell to soothe me.
All I want is not your tales
woven again and again unto garlands
of stories made from history,

but,
a moment of silence
yes, 
a moment of priceless silence
a joyous dive into oneness
where jewels of bliss secretly nesting.

Then the invisible scars of yesteryears
may vanish unto us silently
joyfully.

©bhasvantraz 03August2014

Cataract of the sou

With colors and light so magnificent

I am blind to the woes of many souls.

Selflessness lost both wings.

(This is a re-post. Posted elsewhere before)

©bhasvantraz 03August2014

A sad song

This song I have heard many times before
While awake and even in my dream
And again, it is playing once more
Plundering the abyss of my mind.
Nothing is void in its play
Everything comes spiraling
Reminding the scratches that bleeds
And the shattered pieces of pleasure lying still.
This song I know have been here long
Playing melancholic rhythms of anticipation
With deadliest sting the song I hear again
It leaves me not a second, but its grip is gaining upper hand.
People say forget the past wounds
Lets look for a healing bonds
And I have said the same to many
Only the beholder knows the agony. 

(This is a re-post. Posted elsewhere before)

©bhasvantraz 28July2014.

A walk through volatility

Stench of violence

Floating in the air.

Fire flies high

Seeking the metal bird

And, with its chicks

Brought it down

In pieces,

Smeared with blood

Charred physiques

Brutally snatched.

And, MH17 a violated history.

This day humanity

Opened their eyes

A little late, a little slower

Will they remain opened ever?

To the smell of blood and smoke

Charred remains of human bodies

Between the glitters of worldly things

Lie silently beckoning honour.

Yet still the war is not over

Bodies not all gained their respective place

Fighting against time, countries send reps

To claim their own, a decent burial is all they crave for.

How long this shall go on?

In Gaza the relentless battle is on

Buildings gone homes shattered

Again a bloody battle where many died.

Irrespective of age, the missiles splits open

The values and lives of many

In search of peace, they run helter-skelter.

In Nigeria another form is ruthlessly ruling

By name they are known as Boko Haram

Shielding in the name of religion

Violent uproots the essence of humankind.

Peace is the call, yet in pieces things go

The gripping fear of suffering and death

Is not understandable nor experienced

By us sitting in the living room listening to the news.

The birds and clouds speaking of all these

What a shame to mankind in whole!!

Somebody is playing the rock and roll

Embattled souls let them die

Somebody is playing the rock and roll

United Nation is just round table stuff!!

Is war here for good?

Is war a fated tale for mankind?

Is war a way to divide and rule?

Is war a game of technological challenge?

Is war a religious obligation?

Is war a racial demarcation of superiority?

Is war a manifestation of polarized conflicts within?

Is war a magnified version of strength manipulation?

Is war barter for survival?

Is war a passion for hunters?

Is war territorial greedy reach?

Is war here for good?

War in essence

A primitive yet brutishly

Raw emotion!!.

©bhasvantraz 28July2014.