Biography of spiritual seeker
A seeker of knowledge and wisdom... and tread gently on this earth!
spiritual seeker Poems
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,
Stars are always there in the sky, Though sometimes hidden by dark clouds of the night, Or blinded by the brightness of daylight, Stars are always there in the sky.
A Little House We Build Together
We had build this dream house of ours, A little house under the clouds, with beautiful garden and trees, and five little stars shining above.
Trials Of Tears
When humanity is lost, When greed and anger took the scales, And justice thrown far faraway, We only see trials of tears.
That little smile in your face, a gift better than gold, Will break the stony barriers between strangers, Will mean a world of difference to someone, Will warm up the chill in someone’s heart,
Seen you so many delightful bright yellow sunflowers? Greeting the morning sunrays, openly smiling, Swaying playfully under the cool morning breeze, Happily kissing those bees come regularly visiting.
In my clear dream, I was digging the soft ground. To my utmost happiness I found a piece of shiny pure white stone. Happily I put it inside my pocket and rushed to take home.
The Girl Who Has No Email
She is black and she is tall, A little shy… Spoke so softly, I could hardly hear her voice. -Sit down please. What is your good name?
Wise words are like fresh sweet water, It's source from the pure white snow in the distant mountains.. That have stood over nature's temper, battered by the howling winds over centuries.
The Joy Of Giving.
Look at the floating bubbles! With colours of the rainbows, Rising gently to the open blue sky, Happiness for all.
A Tear For Every Happiness
Look at the rain drops! Like precious pearls from the sky, A blessing for thirsty earth, Bursting life after death.
See this stump of a tree… ravished before by a terrible storm, It’s new shoots has grown big, And now bearing again the sweetest flowers and fruits.
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,