Kaivalya

Shall I wait till the day of Valentine- Or confess right away my love for you? For, always be alike feelings of mine- In dry mornings or evenings of dew; In the shimmering hot sun of summer Or in the killing chill of winter's cold! Brand new seasons or those memories old; I ever in silence like a hummer Sing the same lyrics I wrote of my love- My sweet love, that I never spoke about Yet had not allowed to establish doubt Of my admiration that stands above The Heavens that are seen only in dream: A dream that you are or your name a dream!! P.Siddartha. 21May2006.

(She:) "Was that the sound of gentle streams That on this rocks are falling to?" (I:) "No, my Love! it is in your dreams That my dry lips are calling you!" (She:) "Was that the voice of that great bard, Who grew so wise and died too young?" (I:) "No my darling! it is not hard To hear my heart humming your song!" P.Siddartha 17may2006.

There are those who have an ambition There are those who have a solemn dream; And those with strong determination That flow in wild woods like a graceful stream. Where are they? P.Siddartha. 16may2006.

Blind was I Couldn't see While you were in Front of my eyes. Mad am I Can't forget when You are away From my arms. P.Siddartha. 16may2006.

A strange thing, I don't like soccer...but i wrote something on that too!!! What with life? I ask myself. And often find Some strange answers. Says one voice It's a soccer game In which you win On scoring goals. Yells another It's a soccer ball You get kicked By unknown feet. One more shouts It's a soccer net You catch and hold When a good one comes. What about This soccer thing? I sometimes ask and Answer myself. For some this Soccer is but life; And for some this Life is soccer. P.Siddartha 16 May 2006.

These are some of my random thoughts, which I fear may be lost with time!! So, as Thoreau said: "Write while the heat is in you. The writer who postpones the recording of his thoughts uses an iron which has cooled to burn a hole with. He cannot inflame the minds of his audience". I do not want to have my iron cold, whilst I attempt to drill a hole in to the massive rocks, hoping to see a ray of light that perchance could make me Enlightened. Following are some of thoughts I would like to record for the time being, and somewhere in eternity revisit them and keep my promises!! To begin with a few lines that I am really proud of to have written recently: This thought in mind of you alone, Turned me into human from stone ! Perhaps, this is one of the best couplets I loved to create. And may be if there is enough inspiration, I could build this up to a good set of stanzas. Then again there are some less inspired but nevertheless worth recording: I know what I am I am a loser big t