At midstream you stand, the flowing current
touch your feet, transient, fleeting, in an instant.
Flows the water current, constantly touching you
How many cusecs of it, you think, belongs to you ?

Either consider the entire water current is yours
else be certain, really nothing of it is yours
What you belong to is what that belongs to you
Yet, own nothing of the Whole that you belong to

Only class of conscious force is at work
in all parts of each thing of everything Here
All five elements have come into existence
by reason of distinct discrimination of essence

Comfort and discomfort experienced by the senses
Chemical reactions of different types of substances
which collide with the senses in different conditions
and create subtle , entirely varied vibrations

All mental and physical substance, existent
Are part of the incessant flowing force, consistent
Substances flow unceasing, uninterrupted
Your belongings are eternal, unlimited.

Immortal Soul is pure, in union with One
'I' am part of the Whole, which contains me.
Whole is One, a part of which 'I' am wholly
at one with the One, the Whole belongs to me.

- Anuj Nair

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"Dear one, don't you like
your darling ? Kindly speak
Think of our yesterdays,
Eskimo kisses and impish plays

Our moments together
Was truely sweet all through
O ! I recall those days of joy
Why you stay aloof, growing shy ?

Hey ! Why is this change
In your looks, you seem to range,
All your thoughts in a strange,
I think, mysterious trench."

"No mystery dude ! my mind
is not of an enigmatic kind
You have known me well enough
from long past, a poor stuff.

Leave me now, don't try to capture
With your flirty words anymore
As you did with me before
In your usual ways of cajolery.

Though weak and fragile
As you men describe all agile,
Smart and trustworthy female,
No more wish I to partake in your sail.

I know men, young and old
Are all alike, of one mould;
Equally conceited and bold
In their ways to gain and hold.

To lure poor women
With their fake affection
And fabulous description
of their beauty, a subversion.

Above all, man's judgement
Propaganda and comment
About women as fragile and weak
As born dependent and meek.

Who can stand their orgy
And tread that path craggy
As he transcends often and on
Barriers of morality known

O! insidiousness of man !
His beastly pursuits inhuman
Shown in his gestures, lovely
Promises are all pretentions only

No woman of honor and sanity
Not even the gullible one
Would dare to fall in love
With the so called man even for fun."

Lend an ear dear fellow souls
Mere mortal bodies with myriad goals
The senses portray divergent views
As perceptions screened on the mind

Love is often mistaken,
for love of objects the body need,
need of subjects for the mind to feed,
the 'feed' to satiate your greed.

Infatuations, fleeting passions
out of lustful fascinations
Distressing crave to yearn
what that you wish to own

Make one seek selfish means
Heedless of other's pains
Treachery with a smile
ditch with utter spite

Love is not to blame
fuel is not the flame
In the raving fire
As in every pyre
Burns the sandal logs
along with the corpse

- Anuj Nair
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Too fragile to look up for a single little drop of nectar,
Thou mind might think so,
The sunny storm would fire up my silly little matter,
Thou mind might think so,

A drop that I hold now, will drop and drip any moment,
Thou mind might think so,
The gentle breeze would brush aside that precious gem,
Thou mind might think so,

A drop that I hold now, is for ever in my roots,
Thou mind shall realize !
The gentle breeze is too gentle to brush aside my thirst
Thou mind shall realize !

- Anuj Nair

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"Life is beautiful" ; my dear you used to say
Yet, against my will isn't my fate designed ?
A fateful day , the dawn of darkest nights
Came the doomsday that you bid adieu.
Daunted she lay and thus spake soliloquy :

Tears welling my eyelids, shying to drop down,
'Cause, my pain, my love for you will never be mine
Tears welling my eyelids, never will to drop down
'Cause, my pain, my love for you is just mine

Salt and water in my tears, so inseparable
My heart and your thoughts, so bonded
Many a time I have hurt my dear sweet lord
Taking longer strides than I should have.

Words, they say come from language
Nay, it comes from the bottomless pit of my heart
Silence, so noisy, I hardly can hear
My heart cries for your forgiveness,

Tears may not dry, but thicken as blood
I will live, live to bear the pain
Tears welling my eyelids, never will to drop down
'Cause, my pain, my love for you is just mine.

Living in a dream, a small little sunshine of my own,
Giving into pain, with no hope, but despair
Eating my heart and soul that no one own
Leave it to my love until my death

Always afraid of darkness and death,
Befriended them last night,
Brings me peace, soaking in my own tears
Brings me solace, of permanence of my soul, that love you.

Surrender to the pain thee bring in your absence
Dreaming of the flame you lit in my life
Wonder the innate presence of my thy warmth
Little while ago, still lingering, in my tears.

Pain is unbearable for the heart that yearn
For lost love, lost woven among the shredded yarn
Filth and dirt of the physical soul that sure to die
For the undying love safely knit in the web of eternal soul

Pleasures has the senses seen so many,
Pain out of love bears the signature of true love
Marred by eclipses of human errors
Eyes that weep in silence might wash my dirt away

The pittance my memories doles on me to breathe
are fortunes that I dream to decorate my wreath
A dying soul, trying to liberate from its own death
Forever wishing the living grace of forgiveness

No name do my heart calls my love in words
It is just the tears and whimper of the dying soul
Hoping to die wearing the wreath of studded tears
Never to wither away, as long as my soul lives here

The sharp prick of conscience, with a pain so intense
The heart satiates when the soul tries to get off the hook
Surrendering to the pain, denying to free itself
The ultimate cry of the heart to say I know not what love is not.

Crush'd leaves and flowers leave their fragrance behind
Hey, my tears have dried up, leaving no mark of me
Brush'd aside are the dirt of unwanted soul
Lying here to be washed away to the goal

Limpering and simmering the fire of emotion
That burn up my blood of future
Resizing my life to the dreams of it's most beautiful part
Lived and existed for a painful departure

Wonder if it is painful to let free my soul
Wonder if there is life after death?
If life sustain after death as a formless soul,
It is worth the pain and my heart's desire will not go in vain

Corpses that lie still, I seek that serenity
Knowing too well that those tears were useless
When a loving soul can be near to my lost love
For ever as little sunshine in his life.

Sleepless night awakening the untired soul
Searching every corner of the universe
For the lost love, lost in the ocean of sin
Drowning in the swamp of bloodless wound

Hey, heart sleep tonight to rest
The soul that bears the love of your heart
Lost in the wilderness of burning distress
Fuming to kindle the fire of nothingness

Long sleep of no return, come on naturally
For the soul that has the imprint of my love, never to be hurt again
Until the sinful bones wither in to mother earth
Can't wait until I see the endless tunnel of hope end.

The more I grab the sand at the ocean,
More it escapes away from within the fingers
Surrender to the little grains of my love's feeling
Divine love - so it be to the painful pleasure of undying death.

Wake up my dear, from the dreams
Like you wake up from dreams within dreams
Nothing is lost, lest you gain; Everything 'Here' remains
When all that it seems as you see,
are mere perceptions of flickering illusions;
and random playback of those perceptions.
No dream longer than this moment, here, now
Wake up - be free; drift with the flow

- Anuj Nair
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The West wind followed the quarrelling clouds
Encircled them, gave a fillip goaded to move
And drove to mountains waiting shrewd
But calm collected and cool
Ready to condense, decant
The pure fluid from pregnant clouds
As distilled beverage for the thirsty
Scorching throats of the world
Yearning for a rain instant

The brooding dark blue clouds
In multitudes rallied round
The high walls of the mount, divided
Stood, like battalions bound to fight
for the party favoured

The wild wind whistled
Like battle horn, amplified
A call for battle, and battle joined
Clouds exploded, emblazoned the sky
The dazzling glow of fire
Silverlined the darkish clouds
In feud, and left the heavens
Down on earth flashed
And then caused an uproar
So deafening as atomic blasts.

The tumultuous noise and lights
Shuddered the entire world,
Cobras lowering hoods
To holes withdrew
Peacocks danced, rainbirds delighted
And winged a joyous flight.

- Anuj Nair
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