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

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

Princess Diana (1)

She was Diana, and she was a princess extraordinary!

Heart was her kingdom, and Love was the throne. Respect was her seal, and affection was the crown. Compassion was her supremacy and sympathy the rule.

Her world was a fairy tale!

She lived in a slum, loved and cared for. She was the oldest of six, and never went to school. She picked up rags in the day, and sat her baby brother at night. At dawn, she woke up earlier than everyone else. She walked on the bare streets, empty handed; all alone. She looked at the fading stars, the lighter moon and the rising sun. She loved light; light was her name- ‘Roshni’.

To be continued….

10/8/16

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