(A poem based on the quotes of Rumi)
Dear reader, don’t you love these rhyming lines
Of verses through which a mystic light shines?
These words are like a sailing antique ship
And their meaning is the sea for that trip!
Where are you racing to? My loving friend!
Trust me, those wild cravings don’t have an end;
The wealth within you is your grand kingdom;
My friend, there you can taste the true freedom!
Let yourself become a wise, living verse
That wears metaphors and flies to excurse;
Trust your heart! deep down, it does know the way;
Run in that direction, you’ll find the ray!
Don’t worry about what these people think;
Sing like the sparrows, dance, rejoice and drink!
It’s your road and yours alone; walk with joy!
Life is a drama and world is a toy!
– Shanmugam p
Your DNA is sculpted
You as an individual is
then sculpted by the nurture of
the society and the environment.
The sculpture is
continuously being sculpted
at your every step.
When you allow yourself to be sculpted
without any resistance and
fully surrender to the reality,
one day there will be
nothing left to be sculpted!
Then you will realize that
the sculptor, the sculpting
and the sculpture are one!
The Truth is one, without two…
But wise people call it by many names!
– Shanmugam P
The fruit of wisdom lies deep inside
the forest called mind,
behind the veils of its unconscious layers..
Deep inside the heart, it hangs in the
branches of the tree of love
that glitters with its aromatic flowers…
Thoughts, emotions, sensations and experiences
are the other trees in the forest…
As a hungry seeker, you begin to seek
that fruit of wisdom…
Along the way you eat
some fruits of pleasure that are sweet,
and some fruits of pain which are bitter..
You say, ‘not this!’, and move on, as you see
every tree and its fruits…
There are ups and downs on the way;
forbearing heat and cold, you keep seeking
the fruit of eternal wisdom!
At last, you taste it! and then,
only the taste remains…
Love is a journey from receiving love to giving love…
When you beg for love, it becomes a need;
When you crave for love, it becomes greed;
When you want to own someone’s love, it becomes a possession…
When you get addicted to someone’s love,
it becomes an obsession.
But when you discover that
the spring of love is inside your heart,
you will stop begging love
and start giving love…
Love is inside your heart;
once it is discovered as such,
it flows unconditionally
towards all directions and
just like the scent of aromatic flowers…
When you discover true love,
you will discover yourself;
When you discover yourself,
You will discover God…
God is love!
Your life is the most beautiful mystery
And the screen which plays your private history;
Your life is the truth, consciousness, and bliss
That can’t be pointed out as that or this.
The life screen is the only truth you know;
All that are manifest move in its show;
This essence of life is your true nature;
Knowing this ends the distress and torture.
The one truth that pervades the time and space
Shines in the heart and showers love and grace;
By the veil of darkness it is concealed;
By nonstop inquiry, it is revealed.
That one truth is called by various names;
Deep inside you, it eternally flames;
It is the immortal life and the way;
Look inside, you can find its sparkling ray!
From the dawn of life, seers have seen this
And were reborn by its transforming kiss;
Unless you’re reborn as a wide-eyed kid,
It remains tucked away by a dark lid.
Those who mourn will be appeased by its shade;
Their craving thirst will be killed by its blade;
Those who cleaned their heart are blessed by its touch;
The mere words can convey only this much.
Neither moth nor rust can impair this truth;
None can steal it and none can cause your ruth;
No spade can cut it and fire can’t burn it;
Water can’t wet it and wind can’t dry it.
The birds of the blue sky don’t sow or reap;
About tomorrow, they don’t grieve or weep;
Like those blissful birds, you can become free
Then You’re not the wave, but the boundless sea!
Listen to this good news and wipe your tears!
Wake up from your dream and destroy your fears!
The guiding good shepherd is inside you
As a light that shines with a golden hue!
Whoever has ears, let them hear this song;
With their friends and foes, let them get along!
The kingdom of heaven is filled with love
where the peace descends on you like a dove!
I wrote this poem just today:
Dear night! you’re beautiful at the fall of twilight,
When the reddish sky grabs our sense of sight,
When the sky gets smeared with a blackish tint
And when the trees become dark like a flint.
You’re made more charming by the milky moon,
when the adorning stars form a commune;
When the lights are off, you become darker,
Mystic, and scary like a strange stalker.
Your mystic murk at the witching hour
Touches and wakes up the midnight flower;
When the night blooming lilies rise and smile
And when the streat dogs howl, once in a while.
You start to retire at the early dawn
When the clouds get a shade of red and fawn,
When the tweets of robins bid you fairwell,
And when the temples ring the morning bell.
As the sun rises, you start to vanish,
When the eastern sky shines like a gold fish;
We look forward to seeing you again
When we call it a day and stop our strain.
- Shanmugam P (Written on 03 August, 2018)
जीवनं कश्चित् नाटकम्
तस्मिन् लगु नटकोऽहम् ।
वायुना नीता वाणीव
सञ्चराम्येतस्मिन् मीरे ॥
jīvanaṃ kaścit nāṭakam
tasmin lagu naṭako’ham ।
vāyunā nītā vāṇīva
sañcarāmyetasmin mīre ॥
Life is a play; I am a small player there.
Like how a cloud is led by wind, I move in this ocean of life