The song of Anjaan Peer....dance of death

On the Steps ... of life 

I seem to remember some things 

of the past ...of the present and 

of the future....

My eyes are red...

just as were ..of the man 

in front of me..as I watch...

a swarm of flies

Look around ... its the place of dead

I say.. you've arrived..

dog brothers play with the child

and the boy does a somersault

for a dime...

the dead sleeps

the river flows...a mile away

and then it takes along with her

ashes....but memories stay

of the priest in warm cloths

of the many dead in queue

of the shaven heads

beaten breasts... the pyre 

 and ..longing lives 

back home

but then they speak of the dead

his life .. his deeds...

some say he was sane... some wise 

and some are in silence ...

grief is rare...pity the  life

and its play

the dead is deaf and the dead is indeed blind

The dead is numb and the dead is cold

how does it then matter...if the flowers are 

jasmine......or.. .marigold.

what a shame... 

life is .......at death..

wretched air....

carries all the soot 

and so she sobs for all things lost

under the veil

I cant see well

but am sure of her heart

and her eyes .... red
in tears...she beholds
a future unseen

The song of Anjaan Peer - Dance

What am I doing 

men and women , 

boys in mere loin cloth ask me

Ask the cloud I say 

it is white and full of wisdom

For it moves not on the will of its own 

For it pours rain not on the will of its own

I am the cloud ....so I dance

being not  of my own 

Why do I dance 

men and women

boys in mere loin cloth ask me

Their eyes are full of wonder

Ask the wave .. I say

It goes up and goes down 

For the ocean  is filled with wave and the wave is filled by  the ocean 

For who fills the ocean  also makes the waves

I am the wave ....so I hold peace

in my bosom and in my womb

is my being .. not of my own 

Why do I hold peace

men and women 

boys in mere  loin cloth ask me

Their mouths are open and their look up towards the sky

Ask the tree I say 

For the tree holds the food for its young

and water for its newborn 

For it holds dreams for the earth ....and life for the cattle

not a claim is claimed.. not a voice is heard

in my dwelling ...in my home...peace

is the being .... out of my own 

what else can I do  I ask myself ?

as I settle down by the tea pot

to behold peace ... to be a tree.. to dance .. to be a wave ...

to hold dreams for the earth ... and life for the living..

to be a boy with only a loin cloth ..and to fill the eyes with wonder as they live..

To long for you my  Maula....

is no less human ...

For you to reach out to...

is no less divine...

Song of Anjaan Peer : Ecstasy

Is it a journey.....

into a land of no land

no time...

no space..

I am no longer aware....

not that I  choose to be so ..

what is being unaware..

when you are every where.

Out of me... and inside.

with in and with out..

Is it foolish then....

to yearn for you 

in the form .....

of the spoken word

or the sound of the breath

or even silence..

as I walk...

this journey.....in solitude

I find.... my self 

searching for that one ....east

where I  shall find the sun rising...

or that .. one ...whisper from the bosom of mountains

make me awake....

I am devoid of directions....

and in this being.... I become

a Darvesh....

St 1. questions.

..

St 2. expanding awareness. 

St 3 yearning for physical manifestation.....aum/prana/mauna.

St.4....the search..

St a 5...the simplicity of becoming.....

the last word..... the being