Thursday 7 February 2013

Saturday 2 February 2013

Mystery of Eyes and Mystery Within



“MYSTERY OF EYES AND MYSTERY WITHIN “

When eyes art open , I see all creations of nature.
Beauty of earth and pleasure in all existing stature.
Blessed I feel , feeling self among its varied grace;
And even more when I go beyond the wordly brace.
Beauty of earth dwarfs itself , afront its invisible haze.

Strange it is that eyes senses only the visible,
But closing it makes all mysteries visible.
What an artful craft the Creator hath design ,
That Eyes pours out energy to explore the mine,
Of nature and Creator but fails to even sight the tine.

But when eyes closed, mystery hath its beauty released ,
And all splendor of nature hath its radiance ceased.
For now the light of world is not needed to steer,
As Supreme divine rays ,itself, are guiding from rear.
And blessing me with showers of bliss so sheer.

Soul smiles at insolation of such divine ecstasy,
Feels elevated at success in deciphering all fallacy.
But misfortune steals the essence of time,
And Time betrays the soul of its blessed clime,
Selfishness of World disturbs this peace of mine.

Soul longs for elongation of that ecstatic state,
But loss of it has now all earthly mace , bait.
To deter me , to trouble me and force me back,
Into the illusive world of deceit and moral hack,
I pray ALL to guide me into that enlightened state back…

“I urge all divinely blessed beings who have successfully explored their own ability to prolong their stay in this ecstatic state for period as they desire ; to teach us the same so that the multitudes of minds boggled with inhumanly spirits may succeed in blowing away the swathe of ignorance and enrich self and the world with divinity and all that is beyond……….

Indrajit Rai
Warrior Monk

Sunday 13 January 2013

ART OF WAR

WAR is an art in which all creations of  ‘MAN  DEVELOPED         SCIENCES ’is  used to destroy  ‘NATURE  CREATED  SCIENCES’
                                                                                                                                        Indrajit Rai
                                                                                                                                        Warrior Monk

Treasure of Love in thy EYES


Treasure of Love in thy Eyes

Hearty was I as if crowned with blithe,
But glimpse of thy eyes  made my spirit writhe.
Hath been living amidst bliss and flowery arch,
Thy eyes awoke me and  made my soul parch,
Restless my mind grew to explore this myth.

Glow of thy eyes made my  spirit spark,
And created melody as sweet as of lark.
To know the essence behind this bright,
Into thy eyes, I deepened my sight,
Which blessed me Inert from egoistic bark.

My mind and soul now resolved to entrench,
Into thy eyes and with nectar drench
Within the cosmos of your eyes that flow,
And crowning myself  with  thy graceful glow,
Will inspire all  for  the serene lashy ranch.

Accept my gratitude, O. blissful  Empress,
Depth of thy eyes hath my false glory suppress,
Pouring  Love from thy eyes so elegant,
Thee made my Life - Live and Radiant,
“Then Why society has pushed thee in repress”?.....

......... Truly , the showers of LOVE Pouring eyes so brightens  the life that .....When EYES has so much of magnetism  and  Love ;  Godness knows  what TREASURE of LOVE  must be   with  the beholder of these EYES.  Still why dont we respect this CLAN ?................
                                       

Views expressed in the poem are personal. Suggestions are most welcome
                                      Indrajit Rai
                                      Warrior Monk   

Thursday 10 January 2013

STARK REALITY   STILL UNNOTICED
 
When Breathe  dwells in, Body  gets radiant.
The beauty grows so  enchanting that  it surpasses  all
other heavenly created beauty present  on Earth.
 Every  smile glints with light  unknown.
The fragrance of breathe  dwarfs even the celestail unguents
But  all  these  novelty laden womanly  facades  retains its  triumphant  magnetism 
only till the time it  restricts  itself  onto   i ts   womanly  path.
Once   the  beholder of beauty   deviate from its  path of  normality and morality,
Its  same beauty  is re-christened as Venom and the same breathe which  adorned it
with such  matchless beauty  becomes  an  untolerable  burden.
The body  which  used to sparkle at every intake of breathe ,
now longs  for  permanent  depature  of  it.
Earths tilting at its axis has made it so  one sided that  slaughter of morality at
the hands of barbarous males  remains unnoticed
    
 View are personal. Forgiveness sought if sentiments of readers are hurt
                                                                                         
                                                                                     Indrajit Rai



                            QUEST FOR HAPPINESS
Quest for happiness ,so engulfed me
That thither I ran , for  some alibi
So that, both  can I slake ;
Myself, and the world so abrade .
Some say , parents are source of  happiness
Some say friends, some the close ones,
Some say Success , some the beloved ones,
 And some ,the ecstasy of  bliss  unheard.
To decipher the  true source of Happiness
I  read the past of happy ones,
I  studied the present of successful ones
Mind loitered  to trace the source of Happiness.
As none soothed my  flaming thirst,
I sought refuge in solitude
I offered my past to  my raging thirst,
And  lo!  My search  had met its mark and tumbled thirst
My past glory, threw aside  the  swathe of Time,
And  glistened  before me in most soothing rhyme
My face drowned in bliss,  so divinely,
My forehead sparkled as bejeweled heavenly.
Secret lost its secrecy , Happiness has its wings spread
To all the true seekers , who are wisely and soully  led
Towards  Happiness   with  Happiness  sprouting  within
For Happiness crowns only those who has Happiness within