Peace on Earth

Peace On Earth

Peace on Earth, It’s of our choosing
Battle cries, when we are loosing
Life for a Life we are accepting
Consequences of a savage race
Beating Its chest. We are a disgrace.

Annhilate the enemy! Can’t you see,
He breathes like thee. He hurts like thee.
He loves like thee. He is a pawn just like thee!

Empty Ego is tripping over
Passions burning, Adrenalin is pumping
Hate is rising and it is all of our choosing!

Drowning man give yourself a hand
Pull yourself out or go to the next land!
Yeah seen you cheat and lie…. Yes you are sly!
So drown in your sorrow! Drown in your pain!
Your evil thoughts, they do not refrain
So why blame Jesus ? So why blame God?

Don’t tell me , I am only a mere mortal.
I am INVINCIBLE a billion times over!
So are you!! But you can’t see that..
Open your mind. I want you to know that.

Open your heart and hear my soul’s cries!
“Got to see All, with absolute loves eyes! “

Peace on Earth? What’s it worth to the drowning soul?
Peace On Earth, Peace on Earth , Peace on Earth…..

Love vibes from the third plane to you dear Tonyx

There is
no difficulty that enough love will not conquer;
no disease that enough love will not heal;
no door that enough love will not open;
no gulf that enough love will not bridge;
no wall that enough love will not throw down;
no sin that enough love will not redeem…
It makes no difference how deeply seated may be the trouble;
how hopeless the outlook;
how muddled the tangle;
how great the mistake.
A sufficient realization of love will dissolve it all.
If only you could love enough you would be the happiest and most powerful being in the world.

The greatest degree of inner tranquility comes from the development of love and compassion. The more we care for the happiness of others, the greater is our own sense of well-being.

– Tenzin Gyatso, 14th Dalai Lamat

The more I think it over, the more I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.

– Vincent van Gogh

Your task is not to seek love, but merely to seek & find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

– Rumi

We look forward to the time when the Power of Love will replace the Love of Power. Then will our world know the blessings of peace.

– William E. Gladstone

“It is impossible to fall out of love. Love is such a powerful emotion, that once it envelops you it does not depart. True love is eternal. If you think that you were once in love, but fell out of it, then it wasn’t love you were in. There are no ‘exit’ signs in love, there is only an ‘on’ ramp.”

“I tried to engrave my love on your heart
But you turned away
Till I turned around and saw through you
The vacuum that dwells in place of a soul
You’re cold, so cold, I fear you so
Why were you born?
You haunt my soul!”

I was 17 when I wrote the above words regards a disfunctional human whose twinkling eyes played havoc with my heart.

But one enlightening  day, the realization came to me like a flash, that  I was under the spell of these eyes because they looked so similar to my grandfather’s eyes! My dear beloved grandfather whom I loved dearly and missed soooo much… and like magic I was no longer a victim to these eyes… I stood in amazement in the middle of the college canteen, jaw dropped, head going round in circles…the sadness lifted..

There is no person in my life that I have loved and no longer love. Tony too has a special place, in the garden of my mind where loved ones come and grace that space with their warmth.

As time went by I learnt he too was a victim of his circumstances, he was not cold or soul less. But he was jealous, fearful of life and felt he was not good enough in any way. He also felt very trapped by his society.  He rebelled in his own way for which I judged him and looked down on him all those years ago.  However I know have nothing but love for him in my heart and he is in my prayers along with all my loved ones…. If he was still alive he would have been 51 years old tomorrow…

Even this will pass away..


Once in Persia reigned a king,

Who upon a signet ring

Carved a maxim strange and wise,

When held before his eyes,

Gave him counsel at a glance,

Fit for every change and chance:

Solemn words, and these were they:


Trains, of camel through the sand

Brought him gems from Samarkand;

Fleets of galleys over the seas

Brought him pearls to rival these,

But he counted little gain,

Treasures of the mine or main;

‘What is wealth?’ the king would say


‘Mid the pleasures of his court

At the zenith of their sport,

When the palms of all his guests

Burned with clapping at his jests,

Seated midst the figs and wine,

Said the king: ‘Ah, friends of mine,’

Pleasure comes but not to stay,


Woman, fairest ever seen

Was the bride he crowned as queen,

Pillowed on the marriage-bed

Whispering to his soul, he said

“Though no monarch ever pressed

Fairer bosom to his breast,

Mortal flesh is only clay!


Fighting on the furious field,

Once a javelin pierced his shield,

Soldiers with a loud lament

Bore him bleeding to his tortured side,

‘Pain is hard to bear,” he cried,

But with patience, day by day,


Towering in a public square

Forty cubits in the air,

And the king disguised, unknown,

Gazed upon his sculptured name,

And he pondered, “What is fame?’

Fame is but a slow decay!


Struck with palsy, sore and old,

Waiting at the gates of gold,

Said he with his dying breath

‘Life is done, but what is Death?”

Then as answer to the king

Fell a sunbeam on his ring;

Showing by a heavenly ray,


Theodore Tilten

The above poem gave me a indescribable amount of strength, and will to carry on, without which my life in my thirties …I may have not survived.

Even know as I read this it brings home the  nature of this life and sends tears to my eyes and a shiver up my spine…


So many pigeon holes

Definitions of comatose

Boundaries all set in stone

Must not think

Past certain zones

Draw your own conclusions

Did you?

Whose thinking

Have you claimed

So you can just laze back

So it’ll be easier to blame.

Blame someone

For why you’re not strong

Blame someone

Why you can’t carry on

Point you’re Peter at someone

Who can only talk in song

In you’re pigeon holes

You place

Judge and jury

False justice reigns

You can not imprison me

You don’t know

Where to place me

Which pigeon hole

Do I fit in

You try and try

But you can’t put me in

I see confusion

In your eyes

I feel frustration

In your sighs

I see you don’t see

The love in I

I laugh, I cry

I just walk on by

Walk, walk

Out of your mind.

There is a pain…

There is a pain I have seen, in every soul

No one escapes it once they are born

Shades of black and shades of grey

Colour our souls from day to day

Misery thrusted into each others hearts

People everywhere falling apart

Pain from lovers,pain from health

Pain caused by lack of wealth

deep and swirling its captured we

Like Iron from a Magnet we can’t break free

Till death we are partners our pain and we

Ego man

Hello !

Your name is Ego man?

In the mirror I see you everyday

You look at me with pride and joy

I tell you you’re a gorgeous boy

You tell me of your conquests all

And my head size increases all by all

I love you India

India means so much to me …

Her beauty is breathtaking

From her mountains to her deserts

From her cultures to her variety of races

From her history to her art she has stolen many hearts

She is pure inspiration to those who seek to be king

Over their minds, emotions, high on a spiritual swing

From the Sikh Gurus to the Sufis, with love did they sing

Praises of God with open wings

The Jains and the Buddhists, the Parsees, the Jews

The Hindu Yogis, they love India too

She is all embracing

Islam and Christianity are her friends too

Have I missed someone out? Some religion some sect?

I know mother India, she will not forget.

Her memory seduces folks like me and you

She knows how to win our mind and emotions

She knows all will fall in love

No need for love potions

It is a land of extremes too

In every sense it seems

From the poor to the rich

From the cold to the heat

From the mountains to the plains

From the Taj to the Slums

From the sinners to the saints

It is a dynamite of emotions

His ugliness is heartbreaking

He is the land of Castes and Sati

He is the land of female infanticide

He is the land of dowries and burning brides

His cruelty to women led me to take a step outside

India gave birth to me, and taught me so much.

I thank you for being you. Perfect, you are not.

I love you, I need to, see you grow strong.

No slave to no man or culture but God.

I love you India!