i wish i could be new

i wish i could be something new
something fresh, something pure
a prayer in the village church pew
the rainbow in the sky-azure

i wish i would be something new
not a wanderer in the mirage of the world
not a leaf that withers brown against the blue
nor an insignifanct character in the story untold

i wish i could be something new
the dance of the rain in the hills of yore
the smile of the godess,long-overdue
the bilss of my saint as he asks for nothing more

i wish i could be something new
the naked flame in the temple altar
the mighty thunder, for the storm a cue
the green grass that in the storm does not falter

i wish i could be new here and now
in your arms, Guruji for the eternity to come
in your love, and by your grace, in your servitude i bow

joy

Bubbling springs of the joyful river
sunlight through the snowy mountains -a sliver
joy wells up, hope grows, 'i' becomes a giver
the moment fulfills itself in a life full of rigour

Faces all aglow around
one touch and sorrow-no more bound
to life-like a sinuous vine,only the sound
of the springs of joy eternal found

by none other than the very heart
finds none in this creation apart
from itself,sends forth the dart
of its love, to play its part
in this world-play , a mighty start