When the Mind Whispers With the Heart

At one stage of life every one of us, stop for a while, look back into the buried, lost, forgotten, unforgotten memories. Sometimes we just can’t come out of them, still we can’t really stop, and present makes us work hard again and future calls in new dreamland…

This is what life is!

Good, bad, sweet, bitter whatever comes to us, we have to move on with it, can’t stop anywhere.

The pic has perfect reflection of poem, grayish, blackish, violent, saffron, golden

was walking alone in the dawn

dawn…

end of the darkest night

and

beginning of the new day

the moon was still there…

the saffron of rising Sun was

just arrived, very little, very faint

I was witnessing this beautiful moment

with tired eyes due to work

and with fresh mind due to work

mind was whispering some sweet memories

with the heart

don’t know how, when I started smiling…

I was smiling…

memories…

end of the past and

beginning of the future

leaving all that I loved in the past

to the past

waiting for – looking at that

not so vivid but a sure future…

saffron was arriving

stars were melting…

in the saffron, in the dark night

a new coming light

I was smiling..

memories, still in the heart

mind is still whispering

don’t know how, when I started smiling…

I was awake for the whole night

whole the worst days of my life

which were the darkest days and nights

I didn’t sleep

I didn’t stop

I didn’t feel defeated

I was only working

I needed rest

but the zest kept me working

mind is still whispering

don’t know how, when I started smiling…

memories made me stop for a while

memories made me cry for a while

something lost, which was mine, only mine

something remembered which was

always mine, only mine..

tears rolled, mind become mad

and all of a sudden….

the dawn came

a cruel moment of ‘present’

was present in front of me

should I get scared for a while..

ah..

the memories were so sweet

the future is becoming so vivid

why should I worry, really why should I?

the breeze coming from the saffron

was soothing bringing the sweet smile

mind is still whispering

don’t know how, when I started smiling…

memories and the thoughts

were not ready to stop

sweet and bitter…

if this wouldn’t happen?

and

what if, if that would really happen?

and am I sad?

should I cry?

or should I feel satisfied…

and now it’s the dawn

future is becoming ‘present’

and present is becoming ‘past’,

sweet turned to cruel

when cruel is vanishing with new sweet

oh! this mind is really

whispering something sweet,

why am I so smiling?

or so……

blushing..

again walking with heavenly fresh air touch

dreams are touching me

like the fresh breeze

dreams are now present telling

the story of some new dreams

the crazy thoughts which ‘I’ can’t express

mind whispers and become poems

why am I smiling…

writing a new poem…

why won’t I smile?

mind games were going on,

chatting, whispering, sometimes

storming….

and

all of as sudden

the Golden rays of Golden Sun

touched my eyes

so clearly that the

Golden future really entered my puzzled, wet eyes

birds are flying with the work

for the work
without any mind games

and

my work – my dreams are calling me once again

……

but,
don’t know, why I smiled today

Golden rays the blessings of Gurudeva

The Gurukripa,

touched the life

and

made me smile…

This is how my life is related with the night –dawn-morning, hardships – struggle- blessings of The Gurudeva and the victory!

The beauty of the same poem, expressed in the haiku New Life Sun.