RAM - POEMS

Ram loves to write- be it fiction or nonfiction. He loves life and explores the material, philosophical and spiritual aspects of life through his poems. He believes that  there is more to life than ‘earning, acquiring and losing’. He believes that the natural state of man is joy and all our efforts to acquire and keep pace with others make us lose our joy. He hopes to capture the beauty of life through his poems.
 
His poems have been published in a number of journals across  the web.

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​IS

​The IS-NOT cannot
Define the IS.
The WHAT-IF and IF-ONLY
Are reactions
Of an uncomprehending mind
To the ways
Of an ever flowing IS.
The source-knowing,
All-aware IS,
Is forever moving forward,
Back to its goal,
Completing the cosmic dance
Of an infinite,
All containing ZERO.
The WHAT-IF and IF-ONLY
Jump on the bewildered mind,
Showing it the possibilities
Of the IS-NOT
And push it forward,
To question why,
And break the boundaries
Of the limiting self.
And there-
In that universal state-
The consciousness discovers
That there
The IS-NOT is not
And all that is
Is just IS
 

​Envy

​Of all the words unspoken,
And all the hearts it has broken,
Of all the thoughts unthought,
And all the pain it has brought,
 
Of lover’s journey jarred,
Or friendship’s passage barred,
Of the countless battles fought,
On this cursed thought,
 
Of this cruel, mindless brute,
Or its bitter, poisoned fruit,
I shall only speak in vain,
Truly it is the seed of pain.
 
Long before man had learned to speak,
Many a heart did it break;
Now after a million years,
It still harvests bloodied tears.
 
Unthought, it is the killer seed,
Unspoken, grows the strangling weed,
Ever it stakes its claim for fame,
Envy is its evil name.
 
 

​Doubt

​Did I?
Did I not?
Thoughts play ping pong
With the feeble mind.
Did I switch the geyser off?
Did I lock the door?
Was the lamp burning
Or did I switch it off?
The train has started moving,
Did I keep the jewel box
In the almyrah?
The tour guide
Tells his story well
"Welcome to the countryside
Where hearts and spaces
Are wide open".
The question
On my mind now:
Did I leave the
Fridge door open?
Showing us the mud brick houses
He declares:
"No need for an ac there".
Guess what doubt
Is making me
Hot under the collar now?
Back at home,
Unpacking done
I sit down to have
The much-needed tea
Up pops the question:
What did I give
To the taxi driver:
Three notes of hundred each
Or three of five hundred?