The triangular moon on a rectangular night

At the end of this street
As you turn towards the left
There is a tree
Or let me be more specific-
There is a shadow of a tree
On which blossoms buds of sunrays
Its fragrance can be tasted on your fingertips.

The sky has been engulfed by a single drop of the ocean.

In my tea cup floats the sun like sugar cubes made of blood.


From my balcony I look down
And observe that the day is wearing a yellow night gown
And bargaining aloud
With the fish seller
As the fish turn into stinking cunts.
In a momentous swirl of an orgy.


I brush my teeth and wash my face and forget to look at my face in the mirror once again.
I wash myself with my own semen and stick on my mask for the day and walk out of my house into an incestuous world.

I walk.

I cross the road.

I hire a rickshaw.

I put on my glares.

I have only myself now.


I get down and wait as trains prostitute themselves.

I cross the red light area as usual with a phallus instead of a face.
A fart escapes and elopes with the wind.

I try to find my eyes and find it dangling between my legs.

I then realize that I can’t see my shadow. My own shadow. I look around.

I catch a glimpse of myself on the window of a passing car.

And find my shadow.


My own shadow.

I look up and see a triangular moon on the sky.

I switch off the lights of my room.

On a visit to Meherabad

How many times have I visited your home?
Everytime you’ve played the perfect host
And everytime I have gone astray
You’ve embraced me with your loving gaze

C’mon Baba! Why do you forgive me so easily?
I, who live in a harem of temptations,
Surrounded by voluptuous desires

C’mon Baba! Don’t sit there and smile at me
That I have to close my eyes and see my ego bleed
Its painful! Its painful! Its painful!

How many times have I visited your home?
How many times have I profaned its sanctity?
And everytime you’ve made me realize
The world is merely a reflection of what one is within

C’mon Baba! Don’t tease me day and night
And remind me that the body is a mere mistress
And the soul -the eternal mate

C’mon Baba! Reprimand me once a while
Whenever I dance with the serpent
Intoxicated by the cup of moonlight

Everytime I have visited your home
Everytime you’ve played the perfect host
And everytime I take your leave
I realize you are the guardian of my heart.

Love unleashed

Oh! This sweet pain in my heart!
Is this what they call love?
This fire burns me
And I feel whole!

Her gaze is my clear blue sky
I find my tears smile
Words dance in harmony
With the rhythm of my soul.

This song sings on its own
I can merely feel my breath
O, heavens! Up above
Show me the way to my beloved!

To Meher Baba, with love

The song in Hindustani:

Meher, Meher mere meherban
Zahan mein zinda ho tum suba-O-shaam

Meher, Meher mere meherban…


Sukoon hai mujhko kyon ki tere aagosh mein hoon
Har daar ko mitta kar dil se khule aakash mein hoon

Meher, Meher mere meherban
Har aas mein,har saans mein bas tera naam

Meher, Meher mere meherban

Bhoola bhatka raahi main hoon rehunuma tum ho
Parampujya parmesh parmatma tum ho

Meher, meher mere meherban
Aeshu tumhi,tum hi Rahim tum hi Ram

Meher,Meher mere meherban
Zahan mein zinda ho tum sub-O-shaam

Meher, Meher mere meherban.


The translation in English:

Meher, my Meher, thank you for your grace
For living in my consciousness,day and night.

Meher, my Meher, thank you for your grace

I am at peace ‘cause I am in your protection
Without a fear in my heart I feel boundless as the sky

Meher, my Meher, thank you for your grace
In all my hope,in my every breath, there is you.

Meher, my Meher, thank you for your grace

I am a wayfarer, you are my guide
You are divine,sublime,supreme

Meher, my Meher, thank you for your grace
You are Christ, you are Rahim, you are Ram

Meher, my Meher, thank you for your grace
For living in my consciousness,day and night.

Meher, my Meher, thank you for your grace

man re tu kahe na dheer dhare...

Mann Re Tu Kaahe Na Dheer Dhare
O Nirmohi Moh Na Jaane Jinka Moh Kare
Man Re Tu Kaahe Na Dheer Dhare

O my dear one have control over yourself; You don’t understand the worldly desires which you try to seek.

Iss Jeevan Ki Chadhti Dhalti
Dhoop Ko Kiss Ne Baandha
Rang Pe Kiss Ne Pehre Daale
Roop Ko Kiss Ne Baandha
Kaahe Yeh Jatan Kare
Man Re Tu Kaahe Na Dheer Dhare

Why do you put so much effort and waste your time & energy in understanding the ups and downs of worldly things. Every thing happens with Gods will. O my dear have control over yourself.

Utna Hi Upkaar Samajh Koi
Jitna Saath Nibhaa De
Janam Maran Ka Mel Hai Sapna
Yeh Sapna Bisraa De
Koi Na Sang Mare

In this world every thing is temporary our friends, relatives and near & dear ones. They all play their roles and part away with time. The life which we live is like a dream, where nothing is permanent. We come alone and leave this world alone; no one comes along with us.

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LAST NIGHT

It was a moonlit night
A few moments ago
And now it rains-
Did anyone hear the heartbreak
Of silence?

The tiresome day had gone off to sleep
Listening to the lullaby of dusk
The night tiptoed
With her intoxicating
black tresses.

The crescent moon and the north star
Flirted in the garden of clouds
The wind was dozing off
In the company of silence
Whose heart murmured a song.

Did anyone hear the song?
Did anyone hear the outburst
Of a forgotten emotion?
Did anyone see the blooming
Of the first tear in that corner of the heart?

The rains took the clouds by surprise!
For it originated in the heart
The eyes too weren’t ready
As the song floated
In an ocean of nostalgia.

Probably the cry was deafened
By its own echo
Has anyone ever heard
The heart of silence
The cry of silence?

Stray thoughts in an idle mind...

We spend our whole life in an orgy of the senses. Death is the final orgasm.

I am in complete control of my demons. Its my angels I am worried about. They get so easily tempted. I have put them on a leash.

If the truth is that the whole world is an illusion then doesn’t truth itself become an illusion?

Am I God or am I the devil? The clarity and deliberateness of my thoughts and actions have created this illusion!

Everyman has the same destiny. You are born. You suffer. You die. To be born again. One has to lose one’s kingdom to gain His kingdom. To win one has to lose. A good loser builds his kingdom with all the love and beauty so that when the Winner takes it all, he knows that he can look into the Winner’s eyes without shame and with pride. That’s spirituality. Everything else is bullshit.

Everything in life is a gain. There is nothing to lose but life itself.

The opposite of life is not death. Its “waste”.

Those who love you betray you. Judas was the real Christ.

Do not trust me. The only person I am loyal to is myself. Do not let my demeanor fool you. I am the great pretender. I am playing God with myself.

The devil is the other face of God Himself. Or let me put it this way…”Which is The Face, which is The Mask?”

Wandering Thoughts

There is no difference between my life and a dream. I have dreamt my life. My life has been a dream.

Also today, I sort of understand the meaning of what Sachin always tells me-“You are the most successful man I have met.”
Success means how assessable you are to your soul. One’s life belongs to the soul. Just like man belongs to the earth. The earth does not belong to the man.

It does not take much to live a life. Financially.
Its never enough to fulfill a lifestyle.

Lately I have been wondering-“ Seclusion suits me.”
I go without talking for days together and find myself not missing a thing.
And when I do go out and meet people they do not find anything missing in me.
I still can talk like before.

Even ABCD said with total faith is prayer. In the temple of your soul words can’t enter.

I do talk a lot of bullshit. They don’t mean a thing. Sometimes I feel like telling the people around that all these talks don’t matter. But then I realize that even silence wouldn’t matter to them. One hardly listens to what is being said. One only hears what one wants to hear.
Silence can be deafening.

Always maintain the dignity of one’s conscience.

Its only the fragrance of love that can banish a stinking intellect.

Love and intelligence can’t go together.

There is something bigger than this earth. A man’s ego.

Spirituality is as much an inventive word like God. Also as much misused.

One doesn’t need to move an inch and yet conquer the world. Alexander was a fool.

We remember some people more when they are dead than when they were alive. Its as if they are more alive now.
Do people really die or do they get geographically dislocated?
Like say, he/she used to live in Bandra but now lives in my heart! [lol]
You feel that person is closer and you understand him/her better now.
You may live with someone a whole lifetime and yet not know him/her.
You may live a whole lifetime by yourself and yet feel a stranger.

I laugh in my heart when I hear someone say-“ I would like to know you better.”
“ Ask her if she knows herself well. Tell her it would be more pragmatic if she takes that kind of interest in herself.”-My heart whispers to me.
Its hardly the thing you would want to say to a woman when there is a bloodrush towards your libido.

The sun shines through...

Finally a sunny day
After days of rain
A thought train
Ponders at bay

Someone exists
For everyone
Life is a fun
Hard to resist

Where is she?
My beloved
Lying in bed
alone- is no glee!

“The sun never sets
Ask the moon”
A pleasant afternoon
A pigeon jests

The pond reflects
The smiling sun
Son of a gun!
See the effect!

The patient wind
Listens to vehicular chaos
Like “riyaaz”
Rewinding in the mind

A clever crow
Eyes a baby pigeon
Stealing is religion
Life – borrowed.