Poem 44 : Shiva,The Pure

In pursuit of beyond sight,
beyond horizon,beyond our
modest existence, we have
always looked for divinity
as our humbled mind
cant fathom the vastness
of this mystic cosmos.

 

 

We yearn to believe
that the randomness
in universe is controlled
in some strange unknown
ways of someone all powerful,
all pervasive,all pervading,
source of creation.

 

 

In this mad search of
what is perceived to be
beyond human understanding,
we have always ventured.
And, I have found out that
my source of devotion
is devoted to a snow lord.

 

 

If anything has ever been
more beautiful than the creation,
it is the truth placed beyond it,
and to find truth in the God
and God in the truth is the
beginning and end of this
mystifying journey of solace.

 

 

Our sheepish imagination has
given you strange appearance.
With Skin of an elephant, clothing
of tiger skin, A trident as
weapon, A snake to decorate
your neck, A moon to add beauty,
Devanadi Gange in your tuft,
Damru to add music and
and a bull to ride.

 

 

Your bluish throat,your third eye,
has there been ever more beautiful
yet mystical imagination of Lord?
Ever so generous, Ever so innocent,
Ever so loving, Ever so peaceful,
Ever so detached, Ever so cryptic,
You are my source of Light.

 

 

You are the Lord of dance as Nataraj,
the Lord of animals as Pashupathi,
the Lord of dead souls as Bhoothanath,
the Lord of destruction as Bhairava,
the Lord of desolates as Kapali,
the Lord of charity as Bholenath,
the Lord of times as Mahakala,
the Lord of Lords as Mahadev.

 

 

You are Shiva, The Pure,
Always in deep meditation,
out there in the timeless time,
in the boundless space,
in the endless truth.

 

 

Satyam Shivam Sundaram,
Truth is as beautiful as you,
Only you and truth is beautiful,
Life is beautiful when we
can see you in Truth and
Truth in you.

 

 

We love you so much
that we want you to be
with us, in us,
in our strengths and weakness,
We chant out loud,
Hara Hara Mahadev,
that Mahadev lives in us all,
that all of us are Mahadevs,
If we believe in you,
in your purity, in your truth,
in your divine existence.

 

 

You are my struggle,
my purpose,my solitude,
my yearning,my reason,
to make life better
for me and all,
to pray for goodness,
to dream of a day
when i am freed
and made to rest
in your abode.

 

 

Until then, I will
fight for the goodness
in me,that is you,
I believe that the Mahadev,
lives in me as long as
I am free from material desires,
I am an ahami Shiv Bhakth.
My Ego is for being right,
My Ego is for being true,
My Ego is for You.
I will never bow out,
If i ever do,
Punish me harder than
the sinners, Guide me,
Bless me, Have mercy
on me and always bless
me the Light of Truth.
Let me live,dwell,float
and sink in this illusioned
reality, Let me pass
the corrosion of this body
in the name of you,
Let me sing and sing,
in your praise,
Let me find rest
in your mercy.
Let me live and die by you.

 

 

- Shashank Dambal(11-10-13)

Poem 43 : The Circle around you

An end in itself

Is a beginning.

Like a circle,

Which ends to begin,

Which begins to end,

Which sides cant bind,

Which is infinite,

Which is a continuity,

Which starts at centre,

And can end only at centre,

Like your life.

Life as they say,

tests you from

the very beginning

Till the end.

The circles revolves

around you, with you

In centre, the centre of all.

People have tried,

From ages long,

to find the pi

Of circle, but it

still grows like you

In the vast cosmos

Of universe, yet

We strive and thrive

To find the end,

The end that begins.

Like the seven strings

Of music that plays on

Your turbulent senses

Trying to bring an eerie calm

Yet the temple strains

Persists in search of pi,

The pi of circle,

The pi of life.

The search that never ends

And Never did it begin.

We have come with gifts

To think, to adapt,

To survive, yet we see

What is beyond,

what makes us,

what ends us.

Few remain in this

Search at the end

To see and smile

”Oh so, this is the beginning!”

-          Shashank K D(25-04-2013)

Poem 42 : Not just yet

Withered autumn leaves

Flew past me

On a dry dusty morning,

I was lost in thoughts.

I couldn’t move,

I couldn’t come out

Of these thoughts,

Which strained my innerself.

Why would we have

to come here just

To hate, to create

these non-existent lines.

Why would we have

To pray, to believe

In something better

When it just meant nothing.

Why would we be

gifted with life when

All we would do

was to destroy it one day.

Why would anything

Be so beautiful

Inside, in thoughts,

In stories, in dreams

When all the reality is cruel.

Why we strive hard

to make a hut

When the storm

would just blow it away.

Why is it always

We end up in

rubble after all

the palaces we build.

Why there has to be

colors, why there has to

be diversity, when all

would end up in red.

Why do you feed

us with berries

When we would

all end up in mud.

Why do you let

us think,why did

You create when all

you meant was to destroy.

Why have you left us

In dark, why do you

roam around unseen,

Why do you hide?

Why can only we

speak, and only

speak violence

When all others die in silence.

Why have kept the

silent ones always thinking

When they are not

speaking anyway.

Are we just walking with

the hope of light

At the end of tunnel,

Will we ever come out?

I may pray

When I am weak,

When I am tired,

But I will not break.

I will dig through,

I will find a way out,

I have not given up,

Not when I come this far.

-          Shashank K D (19-08-2012)

Poem 41 : My Promise

There was this vast land,

Ruled by mighty kings,

With enormous wealth,

Where marvels happened,

Generations have passed

And the marvels still stand tall.

Amidst the chaotic world,

There is this place,

Built on the walls of values,

that came from the ages old,

There is this place,

Where I breathe,

Where I live,

This is my mother land.

Ever so colorful,

Ever so beautiful.

Let me smear my face,

With this holy soil,

And breathe deep

the scent of my divine home.

I thank you,

The almighty.

For my soul breathes this air,

For my tongue speaks this magic,

For my heart feels this Mother

with an ocean of love.

Yet, I live in these troubled times,

where the sons have

forgotten the obligation

that came when they

were gifted this life here.

The obligation to keep

her happy, to respect

the values she has stood for

from the time immemorial.

The duty to stand by,

unaffected by this petty

selfish mean desires.

I pass every day

As my Mother gets humiliated

By her very own sons,

Whom she had nurtured.

I pass every day

watching these monsters

Abuse this holy land.

I pass every day

gulping down the pain

that runs through these veins.

I pray and pray

For what one man can do,

What one man can do,

to stop this defilation,

to make a difference,

How can this inception,

be fired in the hearts

Of billions who share my home.

Then I feel, I can,

When I believe I can,

Sometimes you just need

to take a step back,

to make a big leap.

Sometimes you need

to believe in the dawn,

When it is still dark.

Sometimes you need

to just jump in,

when you still think

you can’t swim.

Sometimes, you have

to go beyond, where

others have always feared.

Sometimes, you just

to need stop thinking

And start doing.

As this urge surges within,

I promise on this day,

That my soul won’t die in peace,

Unless I see a smile on your face,

Unless your glory rises back,

You are my Mother India.

-          Shashank K D(15-08-2012)

Poem 40 : A Delight rejoicing as ever

As the chunks of photons

smeared my face

on a pleasant morning

one day, when i

went along the

empty roads under

the calm canopy

of big old trees,

i smiled, for my

thoughts skimmed

from within.

thoughts, They are,

flying around my

inner side, revolving

over glimpses of you,

as i cruised over

the countryside,

i wondered, how

my eyes caught that

smile one day,

to push me out

of senses, to dwell

and get lost,

to forget for a moment,

all those worries

that kept my temples

wrinkled, i wondered

how beautiful is

simplicity, how

pleasing is your

composure, how

convincing is your

presence, how

nimble is your

posture, how

would i just

go beyond the mighty

walls of civilization

just to make sure

the angel within

you stays, the glow

around you blooms,

so that i rejoice

and succumb in this

sedating aura of you.

And after these thoughts

dived back, i realized,

i had reached,

as my senses came back

to reality,

there was you,

smiling,i said

to myself,

there is this delight

i would shelter

all through my journey.

Poem 39 : Freedom and Destiny

On a bright Sunday

Morning, one day,

I sat outside outside

With a cup of coffee

There was this peaceful

Silence I relished

For a moment

Despite all this busy life.

I wondered how days

Went by leaving behind

All those memories

Dwelling in this lonely heart

There is this moment

I was free from all

the responsibilities that

Life gives you compulsively.

There is always

A way out,

A bright light,

To push you

Past the darkness

That the lord overhead

Envelops you with.

May be, you are a speck

In the vast mist full

Plays of time

But you have an existence

To prove, to go beyond

the limits that makes you

Feel ordinary, there is

Always this dream

Burning inside to make

This life worthwhile.

-          Shashank KD(16-07-2012)

Poem 38 : A moment to relish

On a bright Sunday

Morning, one day,

I sat outside outside

With a cup of coffee

There was this peaceful

Silence I relished

For a moment

Despite all this busy life.

I wondered how days

Went by leaving behind

All those memories

Dwelling in this lonely heart

There is this moment

I was free from all

the responsibilities that

Life gives you compulsively.

There is always

A way out,

A bright light,

To push you

Past the darkness

That the lord overhead

Envelops you with.

May be, you are a speck

In the vast mist full

Plays of time

But you have an existence

To prove, to go beyond

the limits that makes you

Feel ordinary, there is

Always this dream

Burning inside to make

This life worthwhile.

-          Shashank KD(16-07-2012)

Poem 37 : A paradox unyielding

In the midst of uncertainty

Called life, I wandered all over

Without the sense of purpose,

Purpose to desire.

You came along the way

Like a oasis in the vast

Enormity of hopelessness

Spread across this barren inner side.

With the new fragrance

Of hope, my spirits rose

To conquer the sweetness

Of a paradox called love.

I swam and swam

With every last elements

Of buoyancy, I had, to

Float on the seas of

Murkiness beneath

Then at last, my strength

failed, my spirits

dissolved, my hopes

vanished as you went away.

I was left again,

All alone with No purpose,

no desire and an abysmal fear

loomed over me again.

-          Shashank K D(27-06-2012)

Poem 36 : A potpourri,It is

O my river of scintillating

dreams, you flow across

the undulating times,

gaining speed with

each passing impediment.

you know not, what

the mist hides.

you know not, what

the time lies.

you know not, what

drives you through.

you know not,

what woos you.

Drawn into this world

from darkness beneath

you go and go on,

Unhindered, unbothered,

In this potpourri of emptiness.

One day you will meet

the ocean of serenity

Only to learn that

it is not the end but

the journey  gave you life

and got you through.

-          Shashank KD 

Poem 35 : When all seems lost

When your strength fails you,

When your faith breaks you,

When your shadow frightens you,

When darkness envelops you,

When people taunt,

Humiliate and hurt you,

When your love stabs you,

When times become tiring,

When fear rules you,

When you are left behind,

When you are left alone,

When you end up in a corner,

When all seems lost,

Rise, Rise thou, lonely stricken soul,

Rise like a phoenix

From thou burnt ashes.

Rise high to rule thy sky.

When wind fear your blazing wings,

Burn all that stands and breathes against you,

May that sky be engulfed by your raging fire,

Fire that will never fail you,

Fire that will bring you peace.

-          Shashank KD

-          08-04-2012

Poem 34 : Dolorous dunes

Trapped in the dolorous dunes

I strolled aimlessly gazing

The scorching sun incinerating

All the hapless mere beings

   

Horrified, I gathered air

And heaved for every set step

Unaware of the boundaries

I went on, perspiring.

  

Hostile sands burned

My weathered feet

Murderous winds blew

To throw me off the horizon

Time seemed stopping

Pain seemed surging

Hope seemed cunning

I prayed ghastly.

Vultures circled above

Smelling dying breaths below

I thrived to increase pace

Out there in the sickening place

Just when my feet were dying

Civilization unveiled to my eyes

Rejuvenated and invigorated

I ran burning the last of my hydrates.

                                 -          Shashank K D (14-03-2012)

Poem 33 : A threnody that stings

When I was left astray

Drifting in the endless time

A star came upon the dark sky

To keep me wondering

When I slipped through

The Chapters of thoughtless

Moments, a rarity happened

To keep me wondering

When I thought it is not

Going to happen

An angel lit the dark sky

To keep me wondering

I believed and strived

to build a paradise of

Endless love floating

on the sea of time.

But I failed and my

Paradise got wrecked

To sink into the depths

Of the enigma, there is.

Battered and bereaved

I slithered into the

Shackles of pain

As the days went by.

Thus ends a threnody,

Not all of them end happily

Some are meant to be

Lived in misery and anguish. 

-          Shashank K D(11-03-2012)

Poem 32 : A rogue of thousand streets

In the familiar

But unfamiliar streets

There was a rogue

Of  thousand streets

Roaming around

Lost and smitten

Stricken by the denial

Of the only one who mattered

Unsure and unabated

He slithered aimlessly

Unable to withstand

The surge of pain

All that was there

Was seen no where

All that was taken

Was never given back

He wondered was

This the time to change

Unable to decide

He went further and farther.

                                        - Shashank K D(02-02-2012)

Poem 31 : Love and Pain

Like there is day and night

Light and dark

God and evil

There is love and pain

One so sweet

You can’t live without

Other so bitter

Will haunt you throughout

One made to

Bind us all

And the other made to

Make us fall

One exists to

Create our memories

And the other to

Bring life in them

Either can’t exist

And survive alone

Both grow hand in hand

All within the circle of life

As none can escape

These boundaries of life

I too got caught

Now. living in pain

Living in pain

Brings back all those moments,

And will make you feel

Something has been lost forever.

-          Shashank K D(01-02-2012)

Poem 30 : Light my way

Light my way

Before I lose hope

Before I go weak

Before it goes black

Light my way

As I dream to live

As I live to dream

As you are supreme

Light my way

For I am left alone

Before I become stone

To be blown and thrown

Light my way

And I will follow you

In your blue hue

You are true.

-          Shashank K D(31-01-2012)

Poem 29 : Tears fall like rain

Tears fall like rain

Down my face

like they are never falling again

for you are no longer mine

all that remains

will never come back

all that remains

will creep underneath

Days go by

never again the same

never again mine

leaving me always in shame

all I dreamed and hoped

was you to shine bright

all I feared and worried

was me to be left alone

what can I do

when you can’t bare me

when my fate doesn’t like me

when I am no longer the same.

-          Shashank K D(31-01-2012)

Poem 28 : One Last time

Give me a smile

which will fill my time

which ends now

and will never start again.

Give me a smile

Before I go back

Before this dusk falls

Which will never dawn again

Give me a smile

Before light fades away

Leaving behind me all alone

Back there in the dark

Give me a smile

Before you turn away

To fill my memories

That will never change again

Give me a smile

Before I lose myself

Before my walls close in

Before I am gone

Forever and ever

To never return again.

-          Shashank K D(31-01-2012)

Poem 27 : How curse i am

I will crib and sulk and die

You will smile and laugh and live

How cursed I am

How gifted you are

I dream of heights

You dream of seas

While I intend to jump

You intend to swim

We both pray to him

Every now and then

I wish to take me soon

You wish to live here long

I built a palace

Out of thin air

You never knew

And never cared

A pain creeps within

Consuming my life

A smile blooms there in

Celebrating your life

How different are our paths

Never meant to meet

Yet fate had its play

And that’s how it went

We both will come back again

And I will pray more and more

For you to live and live long

That’s all I had ever wanted.

-          Shashank K D(31-jan-2012)

Poem 26 : Brothers in Arms

Winds blew hard on a

Frosty hostile night

Freezing his life out,

Stood there, a man of honor

He looked upon the

 Advancing enemies

With an undeterred zeal of

Integrity and perserverance.

Along with him stood

The Brothers in arms

Sworn an oath to fight

Till the last breath.

They stood there beyond

the colors of religion

and beyond all walls

we have built over here

Then the time came

To save their brethren.

Clouds shuddered with a roar

That echoed “Vande Mataram”

-          Shashank K D(26-01-2012)

To all the true Karmayogis

Poem 25 : Colors of Life

On a silent subtle

Evening, one day,

I sat alone

Felling the solitude of breeze.

So lost, we are,

So weak, we are,

So confused are our thoughts,

Wish we knew more.

Air gives us strength

Water sustains our existence

Earth gives us life

Light shows our path

Made out of magic,

The almighty above

Drives us through

From the very beginning.

Yet, we are so tiny,

So young, so bewildered

Beings of the

Magnificent macro cosmos.

Though our life is

Defined by its limits

We came with gifts

To fill our time.

Gifts to feel,

To love and dream

The three colors of life

Painting our empty souls.

-          Shashank K D

-          (20-1-2012)

-          To all lost souls 

Poem 24 : Clipped Wings

Clipped are our wings

Stricken are our thoughts

Smitten is our path

we live on the edge of a sword

clinged to the certainty

bound by the limits

envisaged by the logic

we forget to fly

we are those

who dare to imagine

but to strive to survive

the strenuous usualness

we hide under

the cocoon of predictions

which neither push us

nor make us proud

All we wait is

And all we dream is

A palace built out of thin air

Pure though impractical

The exasperation rules us

Though perspiration hides within

May we dare to step out

And May we live our imagination.

-          Shashank Dambal

(14-01-2012)

 Bound by the fate we hide.

Poem 23 : The Orange Lightbearer

When the light bearer

Over the horizon

Was raising gracefully

Encircled by his orangy aura.

I stood there struck

By his luminescence

And the magnificence

Of this spectacle.

There is light

And there is dark

One to create and

Other to destroy.

We sometimes ponder

And other times wonder,

Is this random

Or done with rhythm?

Mystified by the uncertainty

And petrified by the tenacity

Of the so called fate

We live day in and out.

But we churned out these,

Hope, faith and belief

Armor made by us

To survive the enigma of time.

And then came

Will, zeal and wisdom

To take us up above

Where the truth reigns.

-          Shashank K D

-          (12-01-2012)

-          On the eve of our Godfather’s 150^th birthday.

Poem 22 : A star of Ivory Night

A smile came out

From the reflections

Of the serene waters

Amidst the silence of night

Ivory rays fell

Upon the content face

Radiant enough

To shine in the moonlit meadow.

Just when time

Went frozen

And air seemed to stop

A voice came from deep within

Humming grew to pick words

Faintness seemed to vanish

Now the audience was

Hushed and Spellbound.

Antelopes stopped grazing,

Birds woke up from early sleep,

Leaves rustled and frogs croaked,

Air was being weaved by the elven voice.

When everything seemed

To have been captured

Under her magical voice

She stopped and stared.

Stared at a star

Up above glimmering

With effervescence and magnificence

Like never before.

Star, it was

And star, she is

Looking upon each other

Both a magic of enigmatic cosmos.

-          Shashank Dambal

-          22-11-11

-          To all powerful dreamers.

Poem 21 : Love and War

Stallions rode by knights

Steered into the enemy line

With pike men running

Ahead, all in a war cry.

Amongst them roared

A young prince

In the gleaming armor

 Riding to save his motherland.

Unsheathing his sword

His eyes glared

At the marching enemies

And their riding knights.

Then, They clashed

Like a thunder of

A stormy rain

Metals clanked and clanked again.

Amidst the chaos

Rode our prince

Swinging his blade

As the blood spilled with each blow.

 As the day passed

And lives killed,

Enemies frightened and spattered,

battle was already won.

Far away, in the breezy

Meadows stood the

Longing princess

Staring at the falling sun.

As air twirled past her

Silken hairs, Tears came

From her moist eyes

With a ghostly silence to follow.

Then came the pompous

Day with marching troops

Along the crowded streets

Men back in their homeland.

As the news flew

Into her waiting ears,

She ran like

a fire set ablaze.

Then they met

in their Old magical place

They couldn’t wait

To embrace each other again.

Their stood on the tired stallion

The war laden Prince

With cuts and blood

Back from the chaos of war.

As the morning rays

Touched her blossomed face

She smiled with his warm embrace

As if the heavens had come alive.

-          Shashank.K.D

-          02-10-2011

-          To all those fairy tale readers

Poem 20 : The Mighty Chant

Left alone on a murky shore,

Stood an humble soul,

Battered and Shattered

By the thumping maul.

Maul, sent from up above,

Little did he know

Or little did he mourn

Stood there with no forlorn.

For Time, Tests and

Tests again

For those who fall

But stand again.

Breeze swiveled past his

Weary face

As he looked upon

The raising waves.

A thought bubbled

From the ocean in him

To remind his sense

That hope still burns within.

Then He lunged into

The vast blues

With a chant that echoed

“Hara Hara Mahadev”.

-          Shashank.K.D

-          (22-09-2011)

-          To all those who believe Mahadev lives in us all, The source of our strength and hope.

Poem 19 : Rain and Melancholy

Hurrying through the busy

Sideways, was I,

Restless to reach

My warm peaceful pavilion.

Up above, relentless and undeterred

Clouds sailed with blowing winds

To clash each other,

Thunders and lightening to follow.

As the Rain God smiled

At his play,

Out of thin air,

Poured the magical droplets.

Out of love for life,

For sustenance, for balance

And for everything

The God made them for.

They came down

To blend in the earth,

And with the new born love,

I smelt the divine aroma.

With the magic engrossing

And my face drenching,

 I stared at the empty sky

Hiding under thundering clouds.

My soul screamed within,

Where are you?

My eyes yearns

To meet yours.

-          Shashank.K.D(01-09-2011)

Poem 18 : My Divine Thee

There was a time

When I couldn’t think,

Couldn’t speak,

Couldn’t believe.

It was that time

When I just came

Into this living world.

All I could do,

Was an empty stare

Thrown at strangers around.

Then, I saw you,

A body of pure magic,

This is when I smiled,

Long before I knew what it is.

There are some bonds

Made by God himself

Which we humans

have rarely understood,

One of which is you,

My Mother, My divine thee.

I have learnt

Over the years

To stand undeterred

With a strong mind

And a humble heart.

I owe my life

To your serene grace.

May I always be honest,

May I always be righteous,

May I always walk under your light,

May I always be your son

In all the lives I have to live,

For you is a Temple of Sacrifice

And I am just a humble devotee.

-          Shashank.K.D(08-05-2011)

Poem 17 : Friends and Philisophy

When I walk along the streets

And see people around me

So busy spending time,

So busy spending life.

I start thinking of the past

Moments spent and lived

Pity me, can’t stop them

Nor the wreathing chunks of liveliness.

Moments, were they,

Spent with those

Neither can I define

Nor can they.

We call them friends

The randomness they bring

Out of the ever so

Adamantly lame regularity.

The hardship, they say,

Is the part and parcel

Of life but they didn’t say.

Should we be alone facing it?

The nearer they get

The lesser we know their value.

And the farther they go

The greater we miss them.

But it is not us

Who are rolling the dice.

Let the ever so mighty do it

I am just happy playing it.

But I do pray,

Let the randomness return,

Let the vividness surmount in

My ever so lame regularity.

-          Shashank.K.D(18^th july,2011)

Poem 16 : My Inner self

When i close my eyes,

the bright light goes off,

and in comes the inner self,

Often tickling me with its projections.

Projections, they are,

Spoken by my true self

Waiting with earnest hope

To materialize in the living shelf.

Reveries is the name

Which we gave them

Coloring souls out there

In the ether everywhere.

We live a life

Being a mere puppet,

Puppeteer exists or not,

Time never told us.

But we can dream a life

Being the puppeteer ourselves

and bring out the play

Which we always longed to see.

But dreams,they are

And life,this is

One me and the other

My inner self.

                      - Shashank Dambal(12th July,2011)

                        To all the daydreamers.