under a peepal tree

when i got my hair cut
under a peepal tree
on the road side
i got my zen
in a moment

why do we carry our baggage of false boundaries
when getting close to ground
is all that it takes
to be
wherever one wishes

minds on the margin

minds on the margin
will not remain quiet,
invisible and hesitant
will the dust be wipedfrom
 the 'mirror of the soul'

when wind will blow
across the garden
to scatter the  dust,
shatter the dreams
It makes me wonder
is that the goal

aarav 11

when you will start talking
and search for words
dont ever worry
the menaings are more importnat than teh words

this is a leasson, i have learned
may be you will also learn
but i know you will learn

it sooner than i thought you should

forgive us, can not help your journey
no matter how much we wish

the shade giving trees
have started charging atax
for the shade
and they will not let us in
but how can aroma of the fire
we burn in our garden to pray for you
not reach you


	

ships were in harbour

ships were in harbour

windows did not prevent light

from sieving all the ruminations

that were going on 

in the turns of skirt of deep clouds

scattered all around

that day, and this day

all the days in fact