Best Gautama Poems

Siddharta Gautama Buddha
born with a silver spoon in his mouth, tired of reading sutra
awakened to the fact, fine clothes were uncomfortable, impairing 
sat under a...

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The Bodhi Tree

I am a Bodhi Tree with branches reaching for the sky.
My cooling shade entreats a song, a lovely lullaby.
My roots run deep above...

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“I” is just a concept made by mind. Siddhartha Gautama

Mind has to dwell in a coerced seclusion: 
mind is a prisoner of the conclusion
that mind...

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What is this word, betrayals?
		How did it come to be?
	Is it simply something less		
		Than you expected?
	Did your hopes and your desires
		Fall short of your aspires?
	Perhaps...

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[Dedicated to Aung San Suu Kyi, the greatest Fraud of all times]

Darkness like Halagu Khan is running
taking sword in hand;
Light is fleeing raising its tail.

The...

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O Ahalya 
celestial beauty
bloom like lotus
ivory red pink lips
supple like  snake
fragrant like rose
A king Indra
a majestic man
radiant like moon
overwhelmed by Ahalya's
beauty like heaven
yes become...

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Lord Buddha, the light of Asia.......

Lord Buddha was a son of King Suddhodana of the Gautama in India
He carried his name as Siddhartha during his...

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Vasava
An untold story 


The story as Vasavadutta originally conceived and written by my late father Dr.Amar Nath 
Kapoor*  in Hindi many many years back,...

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On a Sunny Day

Why is it that beauty
is so hard to attain
We try to reach for it,
grab it with our polished nails
Until they break off
Because...

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Jesus was not a choice
He was thrust upon me
From my youth
He gave his life 
So I could live
And find salvation
And give and give
But take I...

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RAJARAM RAMACHANDRAN, YOU WILL BE MISSED FOREVER

You’ve left a legacy, a treasure to cherish,
The words of wisdom, the priceless pearls,
Each letter embedded with love and...

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It was 1991 and Mission Scotland had finally arrived,
My dad's big dream of being choirmaster had come true,
At Murryfield his 1000 voice choir blasted Just...

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In his silent 'Flower Sermon',
Siddhartha Gautama held up a flower;
he said nothing.
Time passed, the gathering began to fidget.
Some thought to look wise,
some lowered their eyes...

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There’s a war reporter     in my ear.
There’s rain in my potatoes.
There’s tomatoes turning to running     in my...

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Behold, how horribly the hungry Fire gapes at us
like a python, like a ravenous whale
and like the Bermuda Triangle.
How terribly the maddened Fire devours bricks...

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