India, My Love: A Collection of Poetry

Copyright © 2016 Jay Kotek.

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Contents

Mystic Journey

Pain in My Heart

My Love

My Search

When I Miss You

You and Me

Union

Search for Love

All for Me

Submission

Love

Fear

Bodos

Flame of Love

You Are My Rainbow

Grass Grows

First Love

Woman Who Loved Me

Childhood

Cup of Tea and God

Mother

Atheist

Drought

Orphans

CK the Legend

Motherless Child

Motherly Touch

Nature

Spring Arrives

Beauty and Truth

Acceptance

Liberty

Song of Love

Way to Prison

My Beloved Ones

Death Becomes Bliss

Pangs of Freedom

Reformation

Human Animals

Panchamas

Dream

Esoteric Vedas

Holy Cow

Execution

Let Us Be One

Madrasi

Dyke

Ram Lalla

Racism

Mask

Freedom in Democracy

Missing Dialogues

Floral Tribute

Freedom, a Myth

Scaring Game

Longing Child

Oh, My Brave Son!

Security

Pseudo-Compassion

Double Standard

Democracy

In the Apple Yard

Tyranny

Rebellion

Politicians, in an Indian Context

Peacekeeping Force

The Wars for Peace

Comrade Nixon

Hidden Truths

India Divided

Hey Ram

Travancore Maharajahs

Samadhi

Kumara Guru

Women of 1830

Forgotten Evangelist

Kabir

Varanasi

Taj Mahal

Grace

Endless Love

Paradise Regained

Homeless

Touch of Invisible Hands

Being Grateful

Missing Pragmatism

Life or Religion

Bread and Wine

Hardware and Software

Satanic Forces

Life Flows

Ultimate Journey

Believe or Realise

Random Thoughts

Chant of Brahma

Paradox of Beauty

Golden Shackles

Song of a Trance

Weird Is the World

Quest

Renounce or Rejoice?

Permanence

Nihilistic and Absolute

Reason and Trust

Dichotomy

Endless Dance

Abstract

I dedicate this book to the people of Moline, Illinois. Their affection and inspiration nurtured me and strengthened me to overcome all my impediments so this book could become a reality.

Mystic Journey

Pain in My Heart

The soothing touch of loved ones,

when trying to express it in words,

turns into a melody and echoes within

like a lark's note in a joyous mood

spread in the meadows and valley.

Yearning to meet the Beloved,

the dream arises,

surging the joy hidden

in the unknown depths of the heart.

When you were near and closer,

in a hug where your heart beat was felt,

a hidden gap, a subtle vacuum sustained,

making our love so deep.

Words shared never take us deep.

To feel your innerness, come close to me.

Let me feel the fragrance of you,

the music of your heartbeat

where my lips can paint the beauty,

the unknown contours, with colours.

And when we can feel us as one,

a rhythm in harmony, a melody, remains.

Silence pervades within a merging moment.

All partings remain painful,

the reason beyond our perception.

Mystery makes us believe fate.

God Almighty hid the facts,

and still we call him the truth.

Can we call him our hope?

When the mind is calm and serene,

perhaps mystery is revealed with grace.

It expounds the care within my heart,

taking this world as a dream,

a virtual presence transient,

witnessing the experience

unattached like a heartless stone

where pain remains in a subtle form,

arising from an unknown corner

as sweet memories never erased.

My Love

My eyes were blind

and ears were deaf.

Irrelevant talk of my foolishness

was my nature.

I learned my blindness and deafness

were an outcome of my ignorance.

Trust taught me to love;

love taught me compassion.

When I searched for you,

I couldn't find you

but felt the emptiness.

In that emptiness, your grace filled me.

You let me walk over,

and my food was your being,

and you pervaded every atom around me.

I felt your unknown hands caressing

and your love healing my wound.

Hold me close to you

even if I go astray.

Spare not my hand from your hold,

where I become a servant, a lover, a friend

of all your creations.

My Search

"Truth always exists,

so as providence is compassion,

and as beauty, infinite love."

I heard the voice speaking to me.

In my search, I went,

wandered around the universe,

a particle blown in the cosmic current

on a journey to realise.

Then wisdom crept into me

as a question

that needs an answer in silence,

with no utterance but absolute perception.

Am I the prodigal son?

The squanderer,

who is loved forever

and is the lone heir

who inherits the universe.

I kneel before you

not in fear

but with absolute acceptance.

My beloved, my wholeness,

the holy one of infinite love,

hold me in your arms.

Your touch purifies

the venom deposited in me

from all ego, pride, and ignorance.

Let love prevail.

Behold, the ways are unknown.

Perceive that only light can guide.

Truth, providence, and beauty,

the trinity --

I learned the content of every wave

that exists as the absoluteness of love.

When I Miss You

When dark clouds covered the sky,

I missed my polar star.

I used to gaze at the stars at night

as the dark sky lit up by stars

weaved my dreams

with the threads of solitude

entwined in coloured thoughts,

spreading many rainbows within.

Your absence brought a tinge of pain,

took away my joyous moments.

The words of solace echoed

like the lark's song,

tore the silence apart,

flashed the light on my path.

No winter prevents the spring,

no clouds cover the stars forever,

and no form remains eternal.

Life remained a mystery.

Often I pondered,

Who am I?

Why I am here?

Unanswered questions

like thorns penetrated.

No matter who won or lost,

I fell in love with all.

It taught me to fill my heart with love;

it heals wounded hearts,

reflects the beauty within.

To move in this vast world,

let the brightness lead me ahead,

where I learned to wait in patience

to experience what was missing,

the sojourn of my search,

for the journey to my inner self

that unveils the joy, wholesome.

You and Me

I feel the subtle bridge

that existed between you and me,

a consciousness within a body

that dwells within the macro cosmos

like a bubble in an infinite ocean.

The thoughts of existence,

struggles for survival

pertained to the bounds of time.

The solitariness of empirical trances

tends to build the link --

a virtual, momentary occurrence --

but brought tears of joy,

realising your grace that wraps

and throbs in every atoms nearby.

The truth is

everything that I am

exists in transcendence

where my entity sublimates,

which makes a node of your vibes.

Union

Love