Biography of spiritual seeker
A seeker of knowledge and wisdom... and tread gently on this earth!
spiritual seeker Poems
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,
Lightning and Thunder
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,
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
In my clear dream, I was digging the soft ground. To my utmost happiness I found a piece of shiny 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?
Black Coffee and Poetry
Here's your black coffee sir! Aaahhh....fantastic aroma, invigorating.. Sugar sir? One two? Oh, just one small cube please.
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.
Song Of The Dead
If you happen to pass my little mount, Open your heart to its silent sound, Hear my hollow forgotten song, Of cruelty, injustice and all that wrong.
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,