Category: Poems

Dementia

This Ocean, my Friend,
Is my Home.

Do not be scared.
Do not think twice.

Oxygen is not the Source of Life.
Love is. Breathe into it.

You don’t have to swim.
Remain motionless.

Just for a while,
Leave everyone behind and
Dive into my Home
You’ll remember Everyone, again.


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The Mirror – 2

Bountiful is your life, full and complete. Or so you think, until someone comes along and makes you realize what you have been missing all this time. Like a mirror that reflects what is absent rather than present, he shows you the void in your soul – the void you have resisted seeing. That person can be a lover, a friend, or a spiritual master. Sometimes it can be a child to look after. What matters is to find the soul that will complete yours. All the prophets have given the same advice: Find the one who will be your mirror! For me the mirror is Shams of Tabriz. Until he came and forced me to look deep into the crannies of my soul, I had not faced the fundamental truth about myself: that though successful and prosperous outside, I was lonely and unfulfilled inside.

From the novel ‘Forty Rules of Love’
  • At Lago di Montagnoli, Italy

These Words
Pre-written in my Heart – delivered as
A direct Message to the soul.

As I read the Message
Everything around me moves
I become a leaf – that remains static
In the windless space.

There is a Void
Yet, I am not hungry
Nor am I afraid,
I remain Empty.

Every time I read
I surrender to this Prophecy
I resurrect the broken Mirror in my Being
Thus spoke the complete Soul.

This Love, my love (15/08/2020)

While we were still together,
My enslaved mind couldn’t appreciate You much.
It’s been 5 years abroad now, and I have joyously visited You thrice
And vividly dreamed of You several times.

This morning as I woke up, I thought of You
I then had a quick vision of being a foreign flower
deeply rooted in Your immortal land
blossomed from Your loving lap.

O Divine Mother, embrace me with Your Love and Wisdom
that I may speak of Your Fragrance
wherever the destiny wind leads me to!

With Gratitude & Love,
A ‘distant’ child of You (India).

15th of August 2020
Trento, Italy.

Happy Independence Day to fellow Indians e Buon Ferragosto agli amici Italiani!

Who are you?

When I pronounce your name*

Something inside me moves

And then, I cry, giggle and criggle

Who are you?

I was agnostic about Past Lives

But now, I am not sure

Were you a Friend, a Lover from the Past?

Please tell me, who are you?

I do not see you

Yet I find you real

Like invisible atoms in my being,

Do you hide yourself and play

the famous “who are you” game?

I must be you

How else could I explain our deep connection?

How else could I explain my own existence?

Am I not you? 😉

*The name can be many, for me, the name is Krishna!



“You know neither Me nor My Father. If you had known Me, you would have known My Father also.”

Yeshua (The Gospel of John)