WANDERINGS OF A NOMAD

I wanted to meet God, to look to feel, To remove all illusions and see what's real, To live my life in the pure, holy way, That's how in this life i wanted to stay. So I searched, searched far and near, Looking for him, looking everywhere, My temple of peace I had to find, And that just kept playing on my mind. I went to dargahs, temple and church, I was shocked when it didn't help much, There were priests, fathers and prayers, And incense stick, candles and flowers in layers. But I was still seeking the one, And glimpses of him I had none, The bells, prayers and rituals fascinated me, But still God I could not see. Why do you mock me, why do you tease, Dear God please help me find the temple of peace, I searched for days and years, And slowly I was crippled by fears. To set beliefs I was giving in, Looked like life's illusion would win, And walking in farm one day I see, A small temple underneath a huge tree. ...

The phoenix rises from ashes like hopes from rubble of shattered dreams, like smiles from the lips of a broken heart. The phoenix is a heart that loves even after it gets broken time and again, the phoenix is a mother who keeps the faith in her child no matter what, and the phoenix is all those who chose to dream again. We are all phoenixes in our lives, dreams and aspirations. Life and chance may shatter our dreams but what makes a phoenix is the spirit which no one can break. Someday we know we too will spread our wings and soar like the mythical bird, the world can char our feathers in the fire of hate, ingratitude or simple apathy. But the fire does burn out, the ashes do collect and the spirit glides on beyond growing stronger. The phoenix is symbolic of life, love and growth and these are the symbols which give meaning to rebirth of self and soul. I shall rise again, yet again from the charred ashes My soul cannot be destroyed in mortal clashes The fire burning me ...