Mindful Poems

The Classroom Speaks

The walls lean in, murmuring secrets of weary days,
while chairs sigh beneath tired bodies.
Words from hollow lips strike like stones—
they refuse to soften, echoing in empty corners.

My lessons pulse with purpose, glowing faintly in the dust,
each one breathes life into silent desks.
They wait, expectant—hungry for curious eyes.

Even the blackboard leans forward,
eager to share every truth

Gray

Reflecting on times, ones perfectly certain,
Without shadows of doubt on the mind,
As though shining, waiting by black or white curtains,
As though truth were so easy to find,
So clear now it seems, contrary to say,
Such clarity is not in the slightest,
As black, surely, but one dark shade of grey,
And pure white, just another, the lightest.

Mindful eye

We sense the noose of fear tighten,
stifling joy, soul seeks to brighten
but relinquishing ownership,
staid silence, mark of our worship,
as an observer poised in bliss,
we recognise we are not this,
meaning we’re spirit, not this form,
so we have no cause to conform
to ebb and flow of shifting tides,
since we know God resides inside.

Mindful Eye

Before the onset of an urge,
arising from desire's upsurge,
looking at it as a dream form,
that impulse, in the void we merge.

Our soul's intent is pure and warm
but ego's role is to deform
the mist of bliss seeking to rise,
that touched by love we may transform.

Softening the look of our eyes,
embracing each offered surprise,
seeking nothing, we just

mindful eye tranquil heart

as our heart contracts, a thought crystallises
distorted as a fear laced symbol
we look at the event with a nonchalant eye
recognising the play as but an illusion 
wooed by bliss magnetism cascading within
we return to the cave of our heart where we dwell

Mindful Moments

Like shapes new that form from uneven clay,
mind greets thoughts anew that evoke delight;
hope revives for a fresh start every day,
like shapes new that form from uneven clay.
Positive vibes open doors to make way 
for graceful acts creative sparks ignite.
Like shapes new that form from uneven clay,
mind greets thoughts anew that evoke delight.

Like shapes new

Mindful eye

and when i wander through the night
the moon follows 
staring without a word

as if it knows
something it wants to share
yet hovers hesitating

millenia of good and bad
love and hate peace and war
it's seen it all

still in silence and without judgment
it watches over life as it unfolds
mindless of lessons from the past


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Mindful

In this very place, at this very moment,
I find myself captivated, even as I speak.
The time has come for my transformation,
And it will all stem from this moment—now.

Though I may never fully grasp the depth of its power,
Or the blessings it carries within,
My heart is awash with vibrant emotions,
A deep belief in the principle of

Mindful eye

My body has needs just as I have mine
but since I live in it, I oft indulge,
yet watchful that my head and heart align,
lest wayward ego shows its ugly bulge.
Oh hermit, note these secrets I divulge,
revealed out of sense of deep compassion,
that it’s best to cultivate dispassion
because if we don’t we are sure to fall,
so

Heart Gentle Eye Mindful

Existence, herein, is like water in an earthen pot.
A grit on the problem is enough to bring it to naught.
The water in it is cool and as clear as a crystal.
Though physically brittle, both within them are blissful.

Does the fish in a drying pond die of fear every day?
Amidst the dangers of dragnets, doesn't it

Heart Gentle, Eye Mindful

Wanting blindly, even good 
Seldom have few understood 
Is ineffective 
If one's doing's misdirected 

Be the gentle heart well-guided 
Not with eyes that are short-sighted 
But mindful and wide 
Else be intention misapplied

Heart gentle, eyes mindful

I've always showered 
care on ungrateful trees, 
the ones that bloomed 
and the ones that withered. 
I watered them anyway. 
In this chaotic world, 
compassion is made slavery, 
chained with entitlement 
and false lovebites, 
yet my tender heart 
endures through the raid 
and self-inflicted questions 
of why I have to succumb
to an endless tide. 

Sometimes

Hearts Gentle Eyes Mindful

I sit like a tranquil river,
Trying hard not to wear my heart on my sleeves,
Though they’re acting innocent,
I could see through the veil.

Words spoken behind me,
They seem to filter into my ears,
Acts spun at night,
They seem to be lighted at dawn.

As they pass by,
Their guilt is mirrored,
I could feel their dark energies,
There’s an overcast of

Heart gentle eye mindful

Ideality; the quality of being ideal.
That’s what I mean when I say ‘My heart
Resonates with gentle colours of feathers while
My eye is cautious of twigs with thorns and twigs 
With small glints of flames on the tips of their fingers.

Once or twice, I step and skip on stepping stones
And thrice or quartz, the rocks swim

Heart gentle, Eye mindful

I can offer you sympathy,
try to feel you through empathy.
But if you take it for granted,
silence will be your remedy.

Remember the seeds you planted,
when unnourished will bloom slanted.
Hearts yearn for balanced devotion,
like birds sharing what they chanted.

When there is too much commotion,
tears seem to fall in slow motion.
Will you give my soul an embrace,
try to

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