Creations and the Creators

How do they do it?

I Am Walking On An One-way Street

In My Mind’s Sky

It is All in the Packaging

Pandemic Infection

Parallel Universes

Seeing more by Closing Eyes

The Sentinel of Time

Shakyamuni’s Dance

Sunrise after the Snowstorm

The Barrier Reef

The Bipolar Oak Leaf

The Chariot of Life

The Creator and the Creation

The Dance of Disintegration

The Desire and Quest

The Fragrance of the Sweet Jasmine

The Land of Endearment

The Motion of Living

The mundane Day

The Quest of a lifetime

The Quest For My Present

The Reality Check

The Ritual of Re-initiation

The Show goes on

The Silence of the Night

The Story of a Candle Light

The Tale of Tails

The Tulip bud of the Afternoon

The Window to all Hearts and Mind

The world we live in

The Year of the Life

Truth is Nothing but an Inference

Uncommon within Commonality

Wild Mustard Flowers

Your Lover was Once a Stranger

Shakyamuni’s Dance

To the sounds of eternity
You dance
Above the clouds
Well beyond the reach of the
Old age, disease and death

To the sounds of emptiness
You dance
With the pleasure of not having any thing
But the lap of the mother earth

To the sounds of life
You dance
The life bonding the creatures
Of all types
Of all shapes of forms
Revolving in the cycle
Of birth and death
But enjoying it.

To the sounds of humanity
You dance
Paying homage
To the world within you and me
Vast and mysterious like
The oceans and the space

To the sounds of eternity
You dance
Subliming the frailty and decadence
Of the body,
Making it an instrument
To grasp the eternity
Through the fleeting moments.

((*.*))

Babru
May 24, 2003