Yours from me, this namaska’r.
Cognance of who we really are.
A shape to hold when souls seem far.
One light, my comet and your star.

Fear, shadow-cage I daren’t face and fight,
though I thrust out against it with all of my might.
Sidestepped, I embrace the fear of fright,
and prison walls melt in That all-loving light.

Swastika, take me into your world,
Within your centre, all mysteries unfold.
Arms spin through eternal time,
With tails that trail in the winds behind.

Silver drops, horizontal on train’s window.
Mind meshed in problems’ ebb and flow.
Flitting finch flashes – the deafening blow,
“Everything is Him”. I know. i know.

A glimpse, a gleam in eagle’s eye
Behind the bars, as I pass by.
A call, a shriek of irony,
Tells me my cage is just a lie.

Another Cuboid poem I wrote recently. The concept of cuboid poetry is that while it sits in this rigid square structure of 4 lines, 4 rhymes, 4 beats/line, it always alludes to something outside of the box, something cosmic. I started experimenting with this form because I feel it is a way of saying that although we live in this society of square buildings and straight roads, that our minds can still remain free and roam outside of these boxes.

I am always inspired by the stories of monks from Ananda Marga who were imprisoned in India under Indhira Gandhi’s regime. Although they are confined in prisons, they are able to really concentrate on spiritual practises and disciplines and their minds and experiences are truly expansive in those situations.

I think it will be a great step forward for humanity when humans realise that their minds can soar to enormous heights while their physical expansion is limited to only that which they need. Maybe Cuboid poetry could help that paradigm to evolve.

Time soars on the edge of the sun,
The lights flare, then are gone.
Body surrendered, battle done
Your friend remains the only ONE.