Dr. Deepak Bijalwan

A curtain of radiant golden, gently It removes With setting in the west heavens, Enabling beings to long to return homes And here shines the moon  With its innocence of soothing showers of bliss  And with all the hidden messages  Of roaming around in the subtle universe Of one's dreaming self   From mango grooves are gazing these blissful trees in a muse The enveloping silence Of the cosmic heartbeats Frees the self with no excuse Oh! The dusk Seems fathomless The spell of your silent music; The melodious harmony of The heartbeats of existence This journey to the dawn Brings about all the memories Of S elf wondering grossly In the outgoing of consciousness Oh! The dusk To The eternal H ome lead I To the light of lights For much have wondered I In the dark woods of words To the wordless O'dusk! Dr Deepak Bijalwan  22 April 2024  Dehradun 

Those who saw but could not find Where I was In a forbidden area They were beating up Any defamed word Which I could not change Many who are seeing me already They would refuse if they notice me Which has been done by everybody till the day before yesterday A new refusal against that. Leeladhar Jaguri Trans. by Dr. Deepak Bijalwan Image from. Kavishala.com    

Everything here is inside of anything Every ‘in’ seems inside of ‘out’ Out is enormous and even then It is inside of the universe Beautiful is ‘out’ because it is inside of something.   A small model am I of all ins and outs Built by visible and invisible shadows Un-imaged in which A possibility of new image is more beautiful. ‘Out’ is more stunning than ‘in’ Since that is inside of the universe I’m inside of future which is immensely spread outside The strong wish of my desire to see outside is That whatever is outside that is inside of something That’s why it is sustained and beautiful   You assume yours ‘out’ as ‘in’ And come out from within   Leeladhar Jaguri Trans by Dr. Deepak Bijalwan Image from- Poshampa

Bow, arrow and target! Laden with the flowers of countless heavens And bloomed petals of thousand lotuses The ‘bow’ is OM Expressed into countless names and forms The individual Self, the ‘arrow’ is And, the Inexpressible, Inconceivable, Imperishable Brahman, the ‘target’ is In the silence of witnessing and watchfulness The ‘arrow’ should be pierced gently And tenderly grounded With the target hit, ‘arrow’ becomes the ‘target’ And gained is Oneness (Poem from my personal diary kept in between  the tranquil showers of Maandukya Upanishad and Guru Granth Sahib) Dr Deepak Bijalwan  Image from - https://randomrantingsofacreativemind.wordpress.com

Stories There are several truths chained to Absolute , so in a balanced approach to a little extent we are capable of creating stories of our own. He has created stories hence we are born with the capabilities of creating stories. July/01/2023

This raising fragrance Of the earth With fresh shower Of the heavens, O' The One The One I am And needs One My beloved is there Shining radiantly As it gleams from within  The silent valley of the Soul Oceanic it is,  It's aroma and how the freshly Washed hairs of my beloved  Are you coming near me,  let me immerse in you, O my beloved I miss you with restless relaxation  And beyond fathoms I long for you All beautiful birds near my garden Are longing For your gentle footsteps The nearest are you And the farthest are you As is That This beauty carries An existential dance The breeze and Its coolness Dreaming heavens in Conscious awakening How to say which is unsayable And the galaxy moves yet moves not  of the elevation of your love Dr Deepak Bijalwan  12.04.24

  A Morning are you.   Beyond one million days and equally nights Into the root of a long day You are a morning   Your face is The biggest surprise of that day Of which day you hold the last wish Of my coming back   These both Are contrasting directions My ‘presence’ somewhere And ‘coming back’ of mine   Between these two directions There is that dream of Bygone days and missing nights Because of which Beyond one million days and equally nights You are a morning   One such morning in which Children would be bathing The bathed hair of Bathed women Would scatter a web And a color all over   And I, like that spider Will recognize my sparkling yarns, Beyond one million days and nights I’ll think about That what more I have to say to you   In your unique light Many lost faces Will shine immediately Many fields filled up with water Growing paddy from heart Will rise   Like a little amount of salt in the dough

  Mist Nowadays Here, in these hills mist all around Mist, chaotic A dark mist of blackest smoke Mist in eyes, in the space Mist in the heart, in life Mist in future, darkening with burning forest This mist is not misty In this mysterious and dark mist Nothing is visible Neither valleys, nor hilltops, nor lofty mountains Mist at afternoons, mist at nights Mist, haphazard   Nobody is being recognized Neither pedestrians nor paths Neither deer nor rocky hills A mist of a fire which is burning the dead ones And approaching towards those who are alive Animals, birds, trees and human Between death and devil we are, and mist above head Mist, chaos   Sleeping youths of their villages Are unable to see anything Neither today nor tomorrow, Neither profit nor loss Mist, chaos Forest department isn’t able to see anything Neither forest nor department Neither fire nor tiger Mist, chaos   Government is unable to do anything It is

  There are other Gods too There are skies above this sky Not only are you a footling*  There are other gods too   Only priests we see, you aren’t seen ever Though, your places and offerings to you in name only There are skies above this sky too   Were thirty three billion deities not enough? Now you are praying humans too Earlier they were rooted in Ashram s Now seated in jails There are skies above this sky too   Those who were taking my room’s ceiling as my sky Are now tensed to see me at rooftop There are skies above this sky too   Academics, then a job and you think you are passed Now, there are exams of humanity ahead There are skies above this sky too * a Shivlinga considered to be emerged than sculpted N.S. Negi Trans by Dr. Deepak Bijalwan (From soon-to-be-published book)  

  I have passed B.A. I have passed B.A. It’s a heavy load on head I have put on The degree is too heavy; I’m unable to lift its weight Where to take it, where to keep it I’m already burdened with the heap of debt on my head Now a heavy burden of degree too, I have put on my head I have passed B.A.   The degree has taught lengthy lessons But it didn’t teach us the shortcuts of earning The teacher taught History and Geography And on my own I learnt the lesson of love I have passed B.A. Thirty three percent marks, passed with third division Without teachers I passed Whatever way but somehow I passed it friend Now I am wearing the graduation robe I have passed B.A. Why should I try my hands in small businesses? I have to swindle, I’ll eat to my fill why merely taste I’ll make a contractor’s license I have lost all hopes of a government job I have passed B.A. N.S. Negi Trans by Dr. Deepak Bijalwan (From soon-to-be published book)

  Life is Expensive How to push it further, now life is so burdensome No brother, it’s not our cup of tea to live such an expensive life   Flour, rice cost so much, pulses and cooking oil are no less So expensive are essential groceries and medicines, how to save this life! You might hear someday that the life has hanged itself to death No brother, it is beyond us to live such an expensive life     Hospitality has become expensive, so have the clothes and school fees of children Poor are facing the pangs of hunger even in their sleep Life is spent in removing pricks and thorns of poverty No brother, it’s not our cup of tea to live such an expensive life   It seems like there is a fire in bazaar, like an electric current is passing through things Those who were trusted by the people are keeping mum The lies of the leaders have changed the life for worse No brother, it’s not our cup of tea to live such an expensive life   Hoarders and profiteers ar