Letters to My Love… (2)

You are the smile on my face, inspiration for my foot steps, and motivation behind my breath. No less, and a lot more! How many times do I want to tell you that I love you, but there are not enough words. And, the words commonly used are not dignified enough! O Love! O Love! O Love! You teach me how to live. You are an example of life itself. Actually, you are ‘the’ Life. Your eyes are full of dreams, even at dusk! Who knows it is a new beginning! Your lips have freshness of rose petals, and, your smile is like that of an infant!

You made my life what it should have been ideally.what it was, when you first met me, but a replica of hell.my eyes were as dark as starless nights, my lips were dry leaves, and smile that of a dying person. You made me live, you made me love, you made me the Love!

Letters to my Love… (1)

It is a midget like expression in comparison to what I feel for you, and, what you feel for me! Mere ‘I love you’ is not enough. I wish language had such a thing as expression in it, then I would have told you what you mean to me…

You are not a flower, whose life is a day or two; nor are you a moth, who dies for the love of light! You are light itself- one who can consume a million moths and still dazzle the Sam- patiently and peacefully.

You are not the universe, for universe is too tiny, you are not anything, nothing in particular but everything that one can be, and that which one cannot be. You are not ordinary, nor is my love for you. My love is not a mere spark, or a bonfire lit in controlled circumstances; my love is a fire that can consume forests , villages and cities alike, and still be unsatisfied. You are that first drop of rain which lands on this rage, and instantaneously calms it down.

For how many times do I want to tell you ‘I love you’; but, words are dwarf and you are a giant. From where should I bring such words as may define- no, definition is not all inclusive- from where should I bring such words as may express what you mean to me. I wish, I could become like you and each and every thread of my being expressed ‘you’.

….Sahar Raman Deep

Author of ‘The UnSaid: Listen to the Silence “

The UnSaid: Listen to the Silence… a book by Sahar Raman Deep

Poetry comes from the highest happiness

or the deepest sorrow.

….A. P. J. Abdul Kalam

Embrace!

As puss comes out of a wound

My anxieties came out of me

Such was the effect of your embrace

O child of resonance !

As tears come out of dry eyes

As breath flows

In an attack of asthma

As a blister bursts on the skin

Of a child

An ah came out of my being

And I wondered

What was it

That just hug me

An angel or devil?

Or,

Plain innocence!

The UnSaid: Listen to the Silence

 

Dear friends, I am glad to announce that the ebook version of my first chapbook ‘The UnSaid’ is available on Amazon.com for preorder now. The paperback will be available on Nov. 7, 2018. I hope that you like the work.

Thanks.

Sahar Raman Deep.

 

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You!!!

In the serenity of heart

There is visible

Only one face

The divine

The lovely

The loving

You!

Don’t think I have

Gone crazy in your love

I have rather

Found myself

My long lost self

In the image of you

Regardless to say

You are the only one

Who loves me

And loves me

More than

I love myself

I am

So grateful to you!

Sahar Raman Deep

June 28, 2018

Yardstick of Success

In no hurry
Am I
To be with him
Or with them
The lights of soul
 
I am content
In the mess
That I am
For mess is what
Defines me
 
Hundreds of books
Scattered on bed
Chair is a wardrobe
And so is my floor
Papers are not in files
But mixed up with clothes
So are my thoughts
Mixed up with 
Feelings
Feelings mixed up with
Passions
And passions
Mixed with breath
 
What if I am
So disorganized
Organization is not
The only key to success
 
Contentment is!
…Sahar Raman Deep

Drowning in My Own Self…

drowning in my own self
unable
to find a way out
of the abyss
that i am

long
long ago
a fairy had landed
on the thorn that pricked my heart
she tried to free me
but started bleeding a lot
her heart
her soul
her spirit
were wounded
she cried tears of blood
and all that I could do was
give her a
faint smile

this pain
this trauma
that she left with me
of not being able to
help her
while she was
helping me
is the deep scar
on the face of moon
incidentally
my heart-
a mass of white ashes
broken peaks
and dry rivers.

and I burn like stars
which are
no more visible
in the night sky
i burn myself
i burn myself
i burn myself
to be alive
for
the day I stop burning
i shall be no more
than a mass of
gray ashes

…Sahar Raman Deep

 

 

The Beauty of Nature…

The beauty of nature
My love
My beloved
And our belonging-
To each other
To those who are
Our’s
And to the whole world
Which is
A part of us

How blessed are we
To have the world family
Cheering for us
On our biggest day
The day of our union

…Sahar Raman Deep

 

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Creation

I had no idea
What creation feels like
Till the moment
I looked into his eyes
The passion they home
The love they don
And the heart full of thoughts
So that I felt
I was being consumed
By a flame
That was never ending

It felt as if
I had become a seed
Which he had planted
In the ground of his soul
And
By opening myself
Upto the water of his thought
And nutrients of his love
I was sprouting into a bud
Small, yet fresh
With big promises of
Developing into a fruitful tree
Who can generate
Seeds herself

…Sahar Raman Deep

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Trust

i am not a fool
who trusts you more than her life
i am a loving being
pure
as nature had created me
i seek not barter
i love the way
you look at me
with eyes full of awe
and admiration
and wonder
as if
i am the only woman
you have ever seen
all others were
dummies of womanhood

i like it
when you say
i was seeking you
since ages
now that i have you
i am never going to
lose hold of you
you say this silently
by a sheer touch of your hand upon mine

i am not a fool
i am love itself
you have made me
Love!!

…Sahar Raman Deep

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Usefulness

an earthen pot
filled with water
on a damsel’s waist
being carried to
where a better use of
it could be made

what a waste
it could not quench
the thirst of a traveler
break did the pot
before nectar could reach
the lover’s lips

…Sahar Ramandeep

 

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Not the Answer to Your Prayers

I am not

The answer to

Your prayers.

I am a sand dune

On the shores of a sea

My existence is

A bubble of water

You are the water

You are the air

You shall

Swipe me away

In an instant

A million times

At the feet of times

I beg you

O Light

Let me be

One with you

Let me be you

That there are not two

And prayers are answered

By not an external

But by the oneness

That we are!

…Sahar Ramandeep

Criminal(s)

somebody
say something
my heart is out
in my throat
leaving my body

he is a lovely person
a loving human
a caring figure

what happened to him?
why did they
stone him?
did the four wise men
who are themselves
as pure as the purity of love
seen him committing crime?
or is it just that
everyone on their own
has become a god themselves?

…Sahar Ramandeep

A Letter to My Love

Some people are more important than stardom or money; so are you. You are not only a person, but my relationship with myself. You are a song that my soul sings. You are the light in which my being seeks to understand Love. You are a you who has made love myself.

A thought: what if you are not real? You may not be real, but the love between us, at this moment in space and time, is more than real than any real can be. It is extraordinary! A moment lived in this living moment is more true than any number of years, centuries or lives lived in a common ‘love’ of give and take, of trust and doubt, of me and you.

Among us, there is no me and you. Among us, it’s a world of stars. Among us, there is unlimited expansion not to be limited by any binaries. Among us, there is only ‘us’; and ‘us’ is of oneness, of non duality, away from the world divided into dimensions.

Sahar Raman Deep.

5/21/17

Generations!

Good were the days
When grandma cooked
And all the children
Sat around her-….

Good were the days
When grandma cooked
And all the children
Sat around her-
Crossed legged, and silent.
The roti took time to bake,
And, we fought for it!
So granny set the turns,
And we would eat
Slowly from our bowls
With small bites of bread
So as not to be done
Before the next chapati came!
Finish we eating,
And off we went
To swim in poodles!

Good were the days
When mom cooked
And we sat on table
With father on the big chair
And ate rice,
And home cooked noodles-
Laughing at small jokes,
And went to bed
With affectionate kisses;
Read a book
And dreamt of morning!

Now my children,
With their heads buried in phones
Wait for food
Ordered online
To fill their bellies!

I sit alone
With my husband
Sipping some soup,
Silent and gloomy.
And I wonder,
When my daughter shall cook….

…… Sahar Raman Deep
1/14/17

Love Flows!

Love Flows!

​Not in riches

Not in poverty

And not in the middle 

Does love live.
Love is as a 

Stream flows

From high to low

Defeating monstrous mountains 

Defeating rocks and pebbles

Defeating everything that

Falls in its way. 
Love flows from

One heart to the other

One soul to the other

Souls together to the universe

And

As a stream to ocean

Love goes,

Meets the light

In the vast cosmos,

And the flood of humanity

Gets submerged into it!
….Sahar Raman Deep

     12/17/16

In Rawness of Emotions…

In rawness of emotions
In rawness of thought
In rawness of heart
When no seed is bown
I think of humanity
How it has grown!… Read More

In rawness of emotions
In rawness of thought
In rawness of heart
When no seed is sown
I think of humanity
How it has grown!

Humanity meant
Law of jungle in forest
And the only rule
Was to survive
Then came the tribes
And the societies
Where survival was safe
And the need was to thrive.
Being loyal to the group
And to the leader
Was the mandate
Even if it meant
Death to the tenant.

Some saints and sages
Have been talking since ages
Of the particular
And the universal
And saying
Both are one
And the key to this realization
Is freedom, and alas!
Freedom is none!

They say we are free.
Though unchained and unbound
We are bound by
None other than we.
This is the story
Of us humans
Separated from the nature
Who bore us
In her womb
And many others
Whom we have forgotten.

We wait for a the doom!

…. Sahar Raman Deep.
12/14/16

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“I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone across the water to create many ripples.” Mother Teresa

Poem

Write me down
On a piece of paper
And place it securely
In your heart
So that… Read More

Write me down
On a piece of paper
And place it securely
In your heart
So that
Naver can I
Escape thee

Lock me in
The ink of fate
And seal it
With thy name

Put me under
The tip of your pen
That I may sing you
Forever, till eternity!

O royal prince
Content am I
With what you give me
For nothing lies
Beyond your eyes!

Pilgrimage

There is no pilgrimage holier than of self to Self. (Read more…)

On the way home
Back to my heart
Blisters are on feet
And mouth is desert

Back to my roots
After wandering in skies
Having lost all mine
I walk like a monk

Great pilgrimage is this
In the meadows
In the rain
To the alter of me
Standing still-

Since ages!

… Sahar Raman Deep.
11/14/16

Oneness

Everything
Is a distant memory
As if
Ages old …read more

 

Everything
Is a distant memory
As if
Ages old!

Not long ago
We had met
Not long ago
We had parted
Not long ago
I had become
Individual again.

Not long ago
A hope was born
Not long ago
A dream was torn
Not long ago
Nothingness returned

It is just
A couple of days…
Or years?
Or decades?
Or centuries?
In fact,
It has been millenniums.

We have lived
Since then
Parted from one another
With no hope of
Being one again

But now that
I look at him
The divine soul
I have a hope
He will become
A carrier
Who shall bring
Love back to my heart
And a message from you
Of Oneness.

…. Sahar Raman Deep
11/03/16

Us.. .

Not in the mind
Not in the brain
In the serenity of soul
I long for you… read more.

Not in the mind
Not in the brain
In the serenity of soul
I long for you

You, the eternal being
You, the soul of souls
You, the magnificent whole

You, who is born as me
You, who is born as he
You, who is born as us

Our relation is
That of the oneness
We are not three
We are one

We are one
That there is none
Who is not me
Who is not he
Who is not you

It is all us
It is everywhere us
And,
It’s no where us.

… Sahar RD (10/31/16)

Also read Legends .

Refugee Camps

Have you ever felt hopeless? Please participate in the discussion.

 

No,
Nothing new
To look forward to…
Is it called hopelessness?

Since long
They have lived with
All that was,
Having lost
Home, love and future
In hope of
Something better
For their children
Who now play
With broken dreams
In the refugee camps!

… Sahar Raman Deep
10/29/16

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Love Eternal!

 

Life can live
Only and only with you
O prince of winds
O beauty of heaven
O Love eternal!

You are the soul
The heart beats with
You are the essence
Blood flows with
You are the light
Eternity lives by

That moment of passion
Is long passed away
That thing of earth
Never was
It is the skies
Your love expands into

The oceans carry
Our love for life
The flowers blossom
Only to have our glimpse
And the waters ice
Only to reflect our hearts

No punctuation
No full stops
This is the flow
Of light unto life
Of soul unto spirit
Of matter unto divinity

… Sahar Raman Deep
10/28/16

Qisse- The Legends of Love 

What is your inspiration of love? What idea of love suits you the most- only the physical gratification or a soulful union too? You are invited to share your views.

 

Reading, knowing and being aware that a selfless, soulful, true love, in which the two lovers do not have a desire to possess, are not jealous, and find happiness in each other, is not only motivating and inspirational, but a solace to the starving heart as well. Also, it is always a pleasure to read about those who have achieved the zenith of love, who have met their soulmates and are living in perfect union with each other, in the way that yogis say, ‘you am I and I am thee’.

We, in the world of technology, too, have become technical, torn apart between the cravings of body and the needs of soul. Everyone is looking for that ‘one’, without wanting to be ‘the one’. This needs a lot of conviction, empathy, and shunning of materiality. With this in mind, I have decided to write this book, with not one, or two, rather three stories of eternal love. They are intermingled with each other in a way that one is the part of other.

The three stories I am talking about come from the land of undivided Punjab, half of which now lies in India and the other half in Pakistan, and are the mythic legends of Love- or Qisse. These are the stories of love found, and lost in the world, and attained to the fullest in world of spirits. These lovers go beyond what is physical, much beyond the idea of possession and long for union, not unity. A union is one in which the two merge together to form a new and higher than earlier identity; in unity the two remain separated. They are more like Khalil Gibran’s soul searching Love found in oneness of the life, and ‘the Life’. He writes, “Love possesses not nor will it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love’.

This is what has given me the inspiration. What is your inspiration? How do you look at love? What is your idea of ideal love? I shall be delighted, and will appreciate if you would share your thought on the subject. It shall help me understand you better as I write for you. If you have other great ideas, please use the ‘Contact’ form.

⭐️⭐️⭐️ I shall soon be sharing the three stories as told in popular folklore! ???

… Sahar Raman Deep

 

 

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Abortion

Is abortion a woman’s right over her body or a criminal act? What do you feel?

From nowhere
His gaze can observe
As she
In her uncomfortable nest
Watches over her little one

Like the moon
Like the stars
He can be seen
But not reached

His son
Who looks exactly like him
Seems to be asking
Where is my father?
And she has
No answer
What should she tell him?
That his coming to life
Was an accident
Which his father
So despised
And hated her
For carrying him?

Oh boy!
She loved him much
And could have done
Anything for him
And he was right
Nor he
Or she
Was ready, for the big change

How much
She suffered!
Without a family
Without her love.
And that tumor!
She could have died!

He had the freedom
So he left
She did not have
So she is struck
For life
In that brief moment of
Love long lost!

…. Sahar Raman Deep
10/27/16

Lost in the Wide

When Self is lost, everything is lost.

I am
Looking for a creature
Long lost
Who I used to call ‘me’.

No clue of
Where she’s gone
No clue
What corner of universe
She is in
She used to say
The whole world is mine,
Earth is my home
And heart is shrine.

Whose heart now
Should I peep into
Which particle on earth
I dig deep
No where is she
No where is she

Such people
Who do not
Have a self
Get lost easily
In the wide

They are
Laughed upon
Because they are different
They are thought, To be like
The crow who wore
A peacock feather
And not the peacocks
Nor the crows
Accepted him henceforth.

But she was different
She was not the one
To be lost in the mob
Nor was she a crow
Or a peacock
She was the essence
Of Love
And Love was she
Indeed!

Was that me?
Now I wonder
Lost in the
Hustle of life
Wandering in
Many separated streets
The idea of unity
Is an alien.
And Love?
There is none.
Union is Love
Not the unity
Which now I have
With myself
And, I don’t know who…

…. Sahar Raman Deep
10/19/16

Union in Love

Spiritual union of Love is an experience of a lifetime!

O Love!

I don’t want to

Cling to You…

I just want to

Hold the experience

Of oneness and expansion

Close to my heart

Ever and forever.

…. Sahar Raman Deep

 

Empty Vessel

Love, when pure and soulful, is fearless.

The empty vessel
Of my love
Rattles in
The monuments

None aware
Of my pathos
Hangs out
And has fun

A yogi when
Loves the world
Gifts his heart
And soul together

If you and I
Could love like this
No fear’ll be
Left in any den

… Sahar RD
10/20/16

A Small Example of Living with Bipolar

In bipolar, mood swings are so drastic that you yourself forget who you really are!

What am I looking for, always searching? There is this discontentment inside. Could it be that I am looking for my lost life? Or my Love? Or the baby I once had?

I think it is the baby.

Long ago, I searched for my love like this. I felt alone without him. I was alone. I had no relationship. There were people who were related to me, but no ties attached. And, I am alone now.

Is it just a state of mind? Or just a habit? That once we are sad, we are sad forever? But, I was not always sad. I was the queen of universe, and everyone was a part of me. I was so expanded that the horizons looked small. My soul was so bright with happiness, that sun seemed to be dim. And had such depth in my eyes that the oceans could not measure it. At that time, I had only one relationship- that with myself. I was alone, but I was happy. Deep within I longed for that ‘perfect’ man, but I was always with me. And none other’s company mattered.

And now, there are times when I am on the seventh heaven, just for nothing, no strings attached to the earth! No grounding, just hollowness. And I am flying, like a dry leaf broken from branch. And I look for myself in that hollowness, and for all those who I think are me. And, when I cannot find anyone, I get anxious. I start looking for them impatiently… and this is the time when dopamine in brain is supposedly at its maximum before starting to drop down. And when it drops down, and comes to its lowest point, I am as dead as I am now! Like my dead daughter, whom I never saw!

And, this is only a small part of bipolar!

…Sahar Raman Deep
10/19/16

Catharsis

I wanted to live the moment,
You wanted to die with past!
Not a surprise,
Our relation did not last.

I could never be
A part of your catharsis,
This is the reason
Why you left me.
I wanted you to smile with me,
You had lived enough in the past. Now I wanted you to come
Live in the present
And enjoy the moment.
But, perhaps,
You were not
Ready for that.
My fault, I did not want
You to laugh and look
Like as if you were crying.
I wanted you to laugh
And smile from heart.
I did not want your brain
To be always preoccupied
And you to look
Stone eyed.
I wanted your eyes
To rejuvenate,
Be full of life,
Giving life.
But you refused
To be apart of my life,
The very same way
I refused to be
A part of your catharsis.

… Sahar Raman Deep
10/16/16

Nectar of Love

Nectar of Love is, Love itself!

This sun
And the rain!
When they get together
Creation happens

These bees
And the flowers!
When they mate
Honey comes to existence

This self
And the Ultimate
Make you and me
This is the only
Nectar of Love
You am I
I am thee.

… Sahar Raman Deep (10/14/16)

The Deadly Truth

I loved him
As he was
And
He loved me
As he wanted!

I know
The deadly truth
You
No more
Belong to me.

The fact is,
That you were never mine.
I have not lost you
In fact, I have found you
In your absence

When you were there,
I would fight with you
Shout at you
Humiliate you
Now
At least I realize
That I love you.

You always wanted
That I agree with you
Follow your steps
Say yes to everything you said
So that
You may love me.
I always sensed
That stiffness in your character
That never bends
But can break.
I did not want to break.
I chose my integrity.

Should I have chosen you
And lose myself
With time
And become incapable
Of loving
Anyone in the world?
Even my own kids?
And become guilty
In my own eyes,
And theirs.
How could I teach them
Self respect
When I had none?

I know,
Our ways have separated
Still, we walk
Hand in hand
In each other’s heart
I know you love me
And you know
That I love you,
Doesn’t matter
You think otherwise.

…Sahar Raman Deep

10/13/16

Motherhood

Far away in the woods
There lived a lioness
She was wild and fierce
Terrifying and scary
The queen of jungle!
All and one bowed to her
And would get out of way
Whenever she went out.

But,
She was a mother too.
Soft and loving
Caring and affectionate
She played with her cubs.
She milk fed them
But now they were growing.
She needed to feed them more
So she killed.
She needed to feed their father
So she hunted.
After all, the father
Took care of her kids.
What ever was left
She ate herself,
She, too, had to survive.

In the same forest
There lived a goat too.
She was not wild
And she was not fierce
Nor was she the queen of jungle.
She was a common citizen
Or, a subject
To the royal family.
But, she too was a mother,
She too breast fed her kids,
And now they were growing up.
So she taught them
To eat grass and leaves.
She taught them
How to avoid
Being picked by thorns
While eating them.
She taught them
To run fast
In case of danger.

The kids were naughty
And played with each other.
They would go
Far away in the jungle
And the mother would warn them,
“The lion will eat you someday!”

Kids were kids
And the world was a fairy tale.

One day,
The lioness was
Looking for her prey.
Her cubs had not eaten for days.
Their father had threatened
To eat her children
If he did not
Get anything to eat soon.
She too was
Almost starving.
She was wandering in the forest
And a ray of hope
Struck her eyes.
The goat’s lamb
Was playing with bushes.
Happy, and full of life,
He was enjoying his food.
But little did he know
The lioness was thinking
Of making him
Her own dinner.
She started to move
Towards the lamb
Silent and focused
Ready to kill and feed her kids.

As the chance would have it,
The mother goat happened to be there.
She sensed the danger
And called for her son
But the young kid
Was on the seventh heaven
And did not pay head
To his mother’s pleas.

The lioness,
Silent and focused
Leaped upon the lamb
And the mother goat,
Not thinking anything
But of her child
Acted quickly.
She came in the lioness’s way
And took her baby in her lap.
The lioness roared with great anger
Fierce she was
To have missed her prey.
And, she leapt again.

As is the way of nature,
And the instinct of survival,
One mother
Killed the other.

As the queen
Was dragging her prey
The li’l scared lamb
Fell out of dead mom’s arms.
Terrified, he looked at the predator
And as their eyes met
He began to cry
And coiled himself
Within himself.

The mother lioness
Thought of her cubs
This little child
Looked like them
When they would get scared
While their mom
Would start to leave them
Alone with their father.

A wave of warmth
Passed through her heart
And she forgot her kill.
She licked the little one
Affectionately
And carried him gently
To a safe place.

…. Sahar RD

10/3/16

Love in Jungle

 

Long lost in the

Jungle of society

I happened to see

Among animals,

A human being!

 

All the animals

Were gnawing

At each other

Wanting to kill

And feed on the dead.

Their sharp teeth

And bloody claws

Could pierce

Soul out of stones.

 

This human,

He did not have

Any of these

Deadly desires

Nor did he

Want to kill any one.

He tried to help

Anyone he could.

 

He even helped

The predator lion

When thorn was

Stuck in his paw.

He even fed

The deadly snakes

Who, he was sure,

Will bite him someday.

 

He fed the foxes

He fed the wolves

He fed the wild bears.

And

All loved him.

 

But, deep in the heart,

He knew very well

Animals are

Animals after all!

To kill is their instinct.

 

Yet, he hated none.

He had compassion

He loved them all.

Love was he!

Love is what

In essence

A Human Being is!

 

….. Sahar Raman Deep

9/27/2016

 

Someone Help Me Find Myself..!

Someone help me
Find myself…
I am lost.

I am lost
At the threshold of life
I am lost
At the doorstep of love
I can’t find myself
I can’t see myself
Moving
Towards the infinite
I have stopped

My vision has become blurred
I am in abyss
I need someone
Who knows the Self
Who knows
What life is
What it is like
To love without conditions

I know you are there
I know you are
You are
Holding my hand
Tight
So as not to let lose
In you I see
The only hope
Of love and life
You are not just a name
Or a body
But a feeling
Deep rooted in the soul….
I seek you
I seek myself
We are one
One Whole!!!

… Sahar RD
March 22, 2015