Open Mind

An Open mind,
Is that a phenomenon?
Is that a thought?
Is that a construct?
Or, just the way of life?

An OPen mind,
Are you reading this now ?
Where is your mind at?
If you don't mind me asking!

An OPEn mind,
Is it a fracture for seamless thought?
Is that what is infinite possiblities?
I don't mind the beautiful opportunities that arise!

Then what is an OPEN mind?
Can I answer the question?
And if I did, does it still justify an open mind?
If it can be contained in an answer, where is the open mind?  

Dilemma!  a cousin of open mind?
why bother the thought?
Let it flow like water
contain it in a cup or the ocean
An OPEN MIND is what I have

I do pity you if you didnt understand this rhetorical
Just smile ,be happy and OPEN YOUR MIND.

Hunger....

Y ou are hungry... really hungry... its finally lunch time....and you go grab a nice tasty tuna sub... and you begin to eat... right in front of you is a well dressed old man on a wheelchair.. looking for something/someone...


Draft: 2009

Noodle soup

Soup of noodles

This life is...

in wonder and joy

I spend my days

with love of life and for 

I move to the next day

with tanginess of defeat

I re-evaluate

the excitement of opportunity

beats the mundane

with wait of possibilities

there is another day

Oh! a wonderful soup

This life is...

Reach Out

Reach out, drop your ego
Reach out, help one another
Reach out, make connections
Reach out, inspire some one
Reach out, its cool & the right thing to do
Reach out, you can move some one today
Reach out, you too are human

My Leprechauns

Life changed
Ideas are beyond the confinement of my head
Ideas are now words, actions or deeds

Lost as ever, but different
not in thoughts and regrets
but in possibilities and action

People change, else they change you
I met these people who changed me,
restored my lost faith in hope

they express the meaning of oneness
diversify faith in kindness
paint hearts with color of love

and with grace they distribute gratitude

I met my leprechauns
they are not green but every other color
they are not pigmy but magnanimous in spirit
they are not only Irish but from all over the world

Just every other day

Under the dim lights bouncing of the roof
I am digging deeper - into a burrow

more I prone, curl and stretch
more light seeps through
darkness is what I seek but of no avail

the clock is ticking
the hole does not any get deeper!

my feet and hands feel lethargic yet rested
the air is crispier, the birds are ever so loud -chirping
yet I feel my burrow is the place I need to be

If only I could dig deep - deeper into the darkness and quiet
where my ears are shut
eyes wide open - open into the world of dreams

into my cozy burrow I dig- under my blanket
deeper I go as the clock ticks and the day begins
I just wish I could sleep a little longer..

I too shall fly

Lost in the oblivion of peace treaties
trying to find the perfect ally.
Across the river or over the oceans
with the wind beneath my sails
I leap forward into the sky
I am here to soar
I too shall fly