New Moon

A silver new moon
like a shinning scythe
reaps the stars
in the azure sky.
Some wandering clouds
cover its face and make
its glowing sight foggy. 
The multicoloured leaves –
ornaments of the autumn
innocently come under our feet
the fall prevails everywhere.

Under the yellow golden veil
the earth is hiding its face
and the silver new moon smiles.

A longing lingers
becomes yearning
and yearning brings 
dukh grief, sheer misery-
voiceless, faceless
wandering my thoughts
nowhere, spaceless.
I yearn to hear your voice! 

Buddha speaks to me:

 “Sufferings exist.
There is cause of sufferings.
Sufferings cease.
There is a path to cessation of sufferings.”

“The love of poetry is an affair of the heart.” –James Reeves


Blue Moon Reading

Star-studded Scarf


The sky is fully dotted
with tiny shinny stars
Star-studded scarf is mine.
Gazing at the stars
slowly and slowly
stars land into my eyes
the dew-drops glide down quietly.
I see the stars with my shut eyes.
I stay still in meditation.
And tears majestically
roll down on to my cheeks.
Some thing has no beginning
and some reality has no ending.
I pull the star-studded scarf onto me
and cover my entire body.
The lights illuminate each and every
tiny body-hair on my body
and my body becomes radiating.
I don’t know where to take this light.
My feet still walk in the darkness.