Poem 1:
THE SONG OF OPEN HANDS

Here are my open hands
Please open your hands
Let us shake our hands for a while
Then let us sit together
Let us feel our human touch
A very simple and soothing touch
A thin aura string forming human relation
Nothing is more than that,
Nothing is less than that.

In this world of all sorts of wars and violence
only this simple human relation is enough,
to overcome all the odds, we have created.

This twentieth century has shown so many things:
Seas of blood, rivers of tears
Valleys of hunger and darkness of fears
Our hands are locked by systems,
And are blocked by customs, beliefs and ideologies...
A newly born child has possibilities of the new world
But our holding hands – in the name of love –
Have old testaments to give...

By this way generations have passed
People have shaken hands but generations have passed
Facts remain facts as past
Now let it be the present joyous fest
Let us think of our simple touch
Let us feel the thin aura string of our relation
Let us not talk...mere talk

Silence...
Pure silence
Let us become living silence
The silence of existence
The silence of expansion
The silence of expression

The sky is permeating vastness into the earth
A deep sigh of satisfaction is coming out through the roots of trees
Rivers, seas and oceans are the transparent reflection of the event

Perhaps, our simple shaking touch can cross
The boundaries, barriers of the countries, beliefs, ideologies, and so on

Let us become part of this miracle
Our existence and we
Let us be true to that:
I do not know your name
I do not want to know your name
You are here with your open hands
Here are my open hands
The circle of identity is complete

We, the people of earthen manifestation
We, the people of sky consciousness
Forget all other things
Forget even our power holder human fellows
Let them do, what they choose
Let us not loose
Our simple shaking touch and aura-string of human relation

We know power holders have used our hands
We know high melodrama of their acts:
Selling wars and purchasing peace
Expressing concerns and suppressing the truth
Conserving the surface and burning the roots
Let them be there with their power barriers
We have our touching hands
With the thin aura-string of human relation
It is more powerful than any atom bomb,
More vigorous than any army,
More discipline than any system,
More meaningful than any worldwide unity-program …

They have divided us using this word ‘UNITY’
They have divided our time and days also
World women day
World disabled day
World laborer’s day
World environment day
The earth day, the father day, the mother day
As well as friendship day and so on...
Their diaries have last page with ‘world destroyed day’!

Let us stop their dividing norms
Let us use our multiplier aura-string
Hindu and Muslim,
Christian and Non-Christian,
Indian and American,
Asian and African,
Black and White.....
All have very tiny identity
Our identity has a solid base of unity of our open hands
Our aura-string of human relation
Let us cross all dividers…

See, the blades of grass have
the essence of this in swinging
The winds have grasped the message by breezes
The birds have already sung the truth:
Here are my open wings
Please open your wings!

Poem 2:
WINGS

Wings are like that
If you have
Then you can fly
If not
You can see
Other’s flying wings,
Enjoy their flight
But
You can’t cut
Anybody’s wings!

Surroundings have flapping wings
And the eyes have flying rings!
Building up a live bridge
Between the earth and the sky
And welcoming
The chariot of the Sun!

It’s amazing flight:
Facing and penetrating the wind
Churning the surrounding
Cultivating the sky
Turning playfully
It was a bird
And wings were proving the existence!

When wings are resting
The possibilities of the flight
Continuously flying in surrounding!

Whoever knows this hidden fact
Are expanding their flights
Others are just flying around…

Dark and shadow
like light of the wings
Inside me
Inside you
Deep thirst for flight
As an inner stream
And it’s rippling cry
Silently arousing…

But has the dimness
And shadow like wings’ real light!

When wings are spreading
The sky opens colorfully

When wings are flapping
The flowers blossom

When wings are expanding
The world moves amazingly

When wings are taking flight
The earthen fragrance infuse freely

When wings are multiplying
The earth becomes bird!

Wings and wings:
Small wings, big wings;
Long wings, wide wings;
White wings, black wings;
Wherever your sight goes
Flying wings and wings:
Wings after wings,
Wings over wings:
The earth’s abundant wings!