spiritual seeker

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spiritual seeker Poems

1. Little Trickles Of Water 6/23/2011
2. Let There Be Nobody To Cry 6/24/2011
3. Sister Death 6/25/2011
4. Life Light 6/25/2011
5. Pearls Of Wisdom 6/25/2011
6. Old Man In A Small Road-Side Temple 6/26/2011
7. When Night Comes To Visit 7/2/2011
8. Snow Fall In The Moonlight 7/16/2011
9. Man In The Street 7/17/2011
10. Unshackled 7/17/2011
11. Run Run Little Crab 6/25/2011
12. Mist In The Early Morning 7/21/2011
13. Tell Me Mountain 7/23/2011
14. Gokak Falls 7/23/2011
15. Where Have The Cranes Gone? 7/19/2011
16. When Life Is On The Edge 7/20/2011
17. Silence Of The Night 7/23/2011
18. Me, Mira And The Beach 7/24/2011
19. Silence And Solitude 7/24/2011
20. My Forest 7/24/2011
21. Life On The Open Street. 7/26/2011
22. Where The Two Oceans Meet 7/26/2011
23. Invisible Hunter 7/27/2011
24. Painting The Wide Open Blue Sky 7/27/2011
25. Rich And Poor 7/27/2011
26. Mother 7/27/2011
27. Hidden 7/31/2011
28. India 8/2/2011
29. Candle Burning In The Late Night 8/2/2011
30. Reflections 8/2/2011
31. Hidden Chambers 8/3/2011
32. It Doesn'T Matter 8/3/2011
33. Living 8/9/2011
34. Harmony 8/13/2011
35. Ramadhan-Haiku 8/13/2011
36. Masses Together 8/13/2011
37. Rainbow 9/20/2011
38. The Moon 9/20/2011
39. My Poetry 9/21/2011
40. The Hands That Feed The World 9/22/2011
Best Poem of spiritual seeker

There Is No Honour Among Thieves And...

Among thieves and murderers,
There is no honour among them,
They plunder and kill,
lied behind their smiles,
pretend and talked a smooth talk,
and even turn on their own.
Some are fools, and they dance when their master say dance,
But many nowadays, they come as presidents and ministers…
Pretending to be your most understanding and helping friends,
But they come only to steal your wealth,
To enslave you!
So beware!

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Street Dancer

I ask a street dancer-Why do you dance?
This street is my grand stage,
The passers-by are my precious audience,
Little rupees they gave me are least important,
I dance to the tune of drums and flute,
As my feet dance to the music, bangles ringing,
My body floats with my spirit,
At the very peak of ecstasy,
the noise of the street is silent to me,

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