Author: Kiran Kukreja

Pitch dark night
A candle stands upright
Slowly burning down
Light and smoke around
Look there no more
Where did it go?

It has changed garb
Now in the new box
So I was told
By the man down the road
That is a delusion
There is an explanation

It changed state
That much is science
There is more however,
Than meets the sight
It was a solid apparition
Of the Universe in creation

The Universe is still around
Only the image not to be found
Everything is a unique one-time event
Yet fused with the eternal moment
Moment goes on moment to moment
Accumulations of causes ever present

The dance of life goes on
Causes and effects on and on
To what can one latch on?
Fulfil your purpose, move on
To your purpose be true
And that purpose is ‘You’

‘You’ :The true-honest-to-goodness you
What the sage called ‘Mystic’ or ‘Myo’
Favourable causes—favourable results
Is your best chance
Greater the goodness in the Universe,
Greater the  possibility of happiness
In both the living and the eluding
Such are ‘Well Gone’

She comes
More often than we know
Quietly
Knocking
Sometimes thumping
Its ways are subtle
Yet these days she thumps
At just those moments
When you hear nothing

Gentle is its door
For the soft are pure
Close to the door
Be ready for the fall
Only the arrogant
Are ever upright

When you fall
She sweeps you up
And raises you
To the seamless cup of life
You cannot see the temple
Or the door
Not even the path
Let go

The one prepared to witness
The lowest to the finest
In him
Is able to walk the line
In between
This line is what we call ‘Human’

Abiding in the heart, sentiments breathe
Roll and churn covered in a sheath
Roiling around in raging tempests
Cavorting here and about: a prank, a caper
Riding on a tide out they pour
Come to rest on lips hiding no more
Lilting they sound when awarded expression
Fragrant to the heart that receives their confession
What use the words that can’t find their path?
What worth the man who can’t this grasp?

Who ( and why) has this queer world wrought
Can someone find me a solid ground
(On which) could stand the wisps of thoughts
Poor things evanescent and tremulous
In dire need of comforting touch
And reassurance of atleast the presence of a real GOD

A captivating and vibrant tableau masterfully hiding
The secret script running, evading one and all
Who is the doer ‘ i ‘ or the ‘ I ‘,there is no knowing
Yet the Act is real
So real, the sense of uncertainty truly galls

The hapless, innocent thing just fell down
Look here! what ignorance has laid to waste
A beautiful promise of flowering withered
The pain is palpable
I can feel it—its wake , its trail—it’s left a bad taste

Now with the rising Sun my spirit soars
In the twilight, a serene fullness fills my being
With the moon I hear a soothing lilt
What peace!
Gentle quietude suffuses the night with its subtle ring

I did not bring this about—no I didn’t
But who else did , I am hard pressed to find
The doer moves silently
Through me
It flows out into the world fulfilling the will divine

Rise to the occasion with all your heart
Answer the call—when will you if not now
This is your time here
To fulfil the dream
Of Life that became you, though you know not how

Meet every moment with faith total
Fill every gift of joy with happiness complete
Like the soul of a musician
Fusing with the organ
In an ecstatic explosion of the Cosmic feat