Doors to Paradise: Poems for the Soul is Ajit Sripad Rao Nalkur's fourth book of poetry, and it follows his previously published trilogy on love. His poems are an invitation for our souls to discover what lies behind each door we encounter in life. The author experienced intense joy, peace, and freedom as he wrote these poems-emotions he hopes to share with all.
The poems in this collection are arranged in chronological order and written in various rhyming styles. The poems were created as spontaneous outbursts of the soul, and in the reading of them, the author hopes that the reader's heart will similarly open and receive the emotions they convey.
Like doorways into the author's soul, Doors to Paradise: Poems for the Soul reflects the peace and contentment in his life now.
on the brink
of a poem,
for the Muse
from the skies,
the poet's eye
onto the fields
of her presence.
in his heart
that she indeed
is the one thing
is flung open,
a door beckons,
the house of the soul
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Doors to Paradise
POEMS FOR THE SOUL
By Ajit Sripad Rao Nalkur
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The Ecstasy and Transformation
And suddenly, the poetry stopped,
I wondered where the Muse had gone,
But She was right beside me then,
My golden rose of golden morns
Of ecstasy, the smile that lingers
Through the nights and days of love,
The willing and surrendered bride
Of fire on the earth, above,
Goddess of the golden heights,
Fallen angel to my nights
Of sorrow and the bliss I feel
Of nearness in the mystic light
Of union everlasting, deep,
Far deeper than the longest sleep
Soul succumbs to in its birth
Fulfilling dreams to take a leap
Into the future of all men
And women who have made amends
With the past to find themselves
In freedom's fields beyond the end
Of our slow walk upon the earth,
Hearts open to the joy of mirth,
The laughter of the gods who know
Eternity, no death, no birth
Can ever cloud the sun of life,
Eternal is their walk through time,
With these I fly through timeless realms
Of beauty that surpasses mind;
The mind of earth surrendered to
The ecstasy of me and you—
And the rain comes down to grace
The earth with God's immortal face!
I am amazed
At the human preoccupation
With petty problems,
For all our problems are petty
When faced with
The endless miracle of creation,
Our small, short lives in timelessness,
Our need for fleeting pleasures
To fill the emptiness of dying egos,
Our wasted efforts at nothingness.
We do not realise
That life is the eternal smile of an eternal child
Who laughs at us in the beauty of a flower
Beckoning from the wondrous forests
Hidden in the niche of the soul,
Where life is a mountain we do not need to climb,
Effort is replaced by the natural language of the heart,
Pleasure is a deathless quality,
Dreams, not nightmares, preoccupy the mind,
And nakedness without fear is the nature of being
In a primal but everlasting dawn ...
The Passing On of Paradise
My paradise may die with me
But never the lasting memory
In the hearts of those who passed
Through here to their own at last;
Blissfulness on earth, the peace
Imparted to their souls at ease
In moments when the timeless rained
Upon this haven of no pain
Nor sorrow which was left behind
When being crossed the realms of mind
To enter through the gates of hell
God's sunlit gardens where Love dwells
With nature in undying bliss,
The fairies and the wood-nymphs kiss
And play with heaven as if meant
Was this world for all the men
And women who belonged in love
With each other here, above
The angels singing songs to all
Who have the ears to hear the call
Of happiness untainted, free
To fly the ways of destiny
Where souls remember and recall
Lost love before the ancient fall
Away from joy—this a home
To many who felt all alone
Without the other they reflect
In paradise, but here perfect
The art of living, naked hearts
And empty minds that play their parts
On the stage of a life divine
That once I thought was only mine!
Goddess in Poise
Earth looks out into the wide spaces of eternity
Beyond her own peripheries of self-existence,
Carefully guarding the flowers of her beauty
From the onslaught of adverse forces.
Poised on the edge of change
She wonders at the miracle that created her.
She wonders at her aloneness in the universe,
Amazed at the far greater beauty calling to her.
Tenderly she breathes the air keeping her alive
With the hope of a better and lasting future.
She is humble in her yearning, barely recovering
From her long toil to heal the scars of her past.
She is beauty and innocence, and love,
A love for the unknown,
A love for all she has nurtured within herself,
Mother of all she is and is yet to be.
The Immortal Bride of Time
I find I have to drag my feet
On this soil of self-defeat
To convince the world of love
Far greater than the known—Above
A world inviting souls to dance
In the fields of true romance
Teasing us to climb the hills
Where eternal rest fulfills
Our dreams so hidden in our hearts
We rest too soon, to fall apart,
Prey to life's illusions that
Delude us from the truth and fact
Of existence simple when
Our egos shed their cloaks to end
The great deception we call life,
Almost a joke our endless strife
And sorrow at the truth we miss
When we slobber at the kiss
Of love surrounding us in all
Things both great and in the small
Moments when this love does beckon
Us to come and play and reckon
With our hearts the bliss abounds
In every atom, every sound
Creation makes that we enjoy
The earth we live on, life a toy
For the children of the sun
Who've learnt to play with love, as one!
And play we must, for life is just
A stepping stone out of the rust
Of self-neglect and useless grief
Where death rules like falling leaves
Of an autumn beauty knows
Lasts a season, while love flows
Eternal in its dance with time,
Immortal bride of the life divine!
The Death of the Soul
Those that know do not have the power
While those that don't know, and don't care,
Have the power to destroy,
But spirit is the power the world is yet to reckon with.
The great illusion is
Man thinks he has control,
Or wishes to have it,
Over the forces of nature
And her great collaborator,
Spirit is the only power, in fact.
All is spirit.
All is contained within its influence.
To defy the spirit is to invite self-destruction.
Whether the world survives, or destroys itself,
Spirit can always create another world.
How vain is man to even attempt to dominate
The mystery and universal design of the spirit!
How utterly ignorant he is of that which created him
And all things simply for the joy of doing so!
The spirit is a dance—
We either learn to dance with it
Or disappear into the unknown
Which gave us birth.
To not learn to dance
Is to flirt with the black hole of creation,
Another factor of existence,
Or rather, its opposite,
But created nevertheless
By the Creator Himself
As the dustbin of creation
For the free will of the soul
That chooses to die.
A poet suffers to create beauty
Like a flower to be itself.
Birds fly that we may see
That which we are not.
Children laugh that we may be
Reminded of innocence.
Life dies that we may feel
We do not wish to.
All has meaning.
We do not need to seek it.
Love we understand not
Yet we yearn for it.
Life is simply that
Which we do not have.
If we did
We would not live to die.
Poetry and Beauty
Doomed to a life of evergrowing beauty within
A poet resigns himself to his 'raison d'etre'.
There is no poet without poetry, and vice-versa,
Therefore he surrenders himself, always, to beauty.
For beauty is poetry and poetry beauty
Like lovers inextricably entwined in the creative clasp of bliss.
Ah, what is bliss if not this, this fountain of immortality,
This flowering of a flower everchanging into the greater realms
of being ...
A flower does not ask why
It seeks only to be itself.
Poetry does not die,
It is the flower of heaven on an earth without tears.
It is the flower that sings in the rain
Of heavenly intensity and its tears of bliss.
It is the song of the earth.
It is heaven realised.
That Nameless Oneness
Pain is a hole like the black hole in space,
If you manage to come out of it, it's just an act of grace.
Grace is a mystery, something with no face
But if you let it sink in you, of pain it leaves no trace.
Formless is the feeling of joy and all of sorrow,
The lines dividing yesterday, the present and tomorrow.
Artificial is the mind that is by time deceived,
Timeless is indeed the truth from creation frees
Our concepts and ideas on what nature is,
The beauty of the flower is felt within the kiss
Of silence and the word from the soul does speak
In just one magic moment when all the world's asleep.
We awake then to the bliss and the miracle of life
Knowing not what death is, and being free from strife
We look into the sunshine we feel when we are done
With battle and division—to see that all is one!
A peace refusing to retire
To the woods away from life
Is the nature of the higher
Call to end the world of strife.
Something in the ether lingers
Like a drop of bliss from eyes
Knowing in their deep surrender
Earth discovers paradise
In the waiting and the yearning
Of a love that never dies,
Flowers in the world are turning
Their attention to the wise
Ways of nature ever growing
To another way to be,
From the mystery and the flowing
Rivers of eternity
Comes the flood of changes instant,
What was pain becoming free
To be the beauty of the distant
Call approaching to be me ...
I the warrior of earth pining
To surpass her days of old
Suffering, like a child clinging
To her garments made of gold,
Take upon myself the burden
Of her longing to be queen
Of the fields I conquer, burning
My soul claims the long lost dream
Of my mother forlorn, tired
From her long travail and toil,
Now the children of her fire
Ride her steeds on golden soil!
Message to another Poet
Oh, the mind is such a cloud
When it hides behind the shroud
Of words that seek some beauty in
The ugliness—It is a sin
To uncover filth that throws
A shadow on the heart that grows
To love the written word and sound
That comes from deep within the mound
Of self-hatred, love is found
Beneath the debris and the ground
Of effort which comes from the soul
Forever hidden in a hole
That never sees the light of day
By clearing all the clouds away
From piston-thoughted brain and mind,
A poet must to self be kind,
Escape the glittered intellect,
When faced with choice must select
The heart, always the heart which calms
Mind's shadows with the healing balm
Of beauty's source always at hand
When the poet comes to land
From rough seas that cast his glance
Away from where he finds romance
With the written word so rare
And beautiful, our eyes must stare
In wonder and in awe of that
To the poet is a fact
Of existence reaching out
From his mind within, without
The beauty that he brings to shore,
An island of the evermore
He then becomes through words that shine
And equal to all things divine
Is his message and his force
Strapped astride the golden horse
Of poetry—My friend, refrain
From the million words that strain
The muscles of the brain—It's pain
That feeds the lonely and the vain!
Poetry must never stoop
To lowly depths unless it scoops
The rubbish onto garbage heaps
And finds the diamonds in the deeps
To offer those then to our eyes,
Or bring a smile to tired lives—
There's beauty in the clever word
But also in the silence heard
Are the hoofbeats of our art
When mind surrenders to the heart!
Moments tender and inviting dot the landscape of our days,
Nature plays with our emotions in the friendliest of ways
Like the rain now falling steady on the greenery of love,
Music heard upon the heartstrings like an angel's harp
Such beauty is the joy in keeping with the dance that never
Fairies in the forest weeping with the bliss that makes amends
For the days so far away now filled were once with sorrows
Today the rain speaks of a future happiness will always keep.
Look beyond, the sea is singing, waves of blissfulness arise
In tune with life, the love we're living in this piece of paradise,
Our home where all the bells are ringing out the good news of
Eternity just keeps on bringing to our souls tomorrow's eyes ...
Dreams becoming true from dreaming and creating always new
Realities into our seeing life and love is me and you
Living in the spirit's haven of a peace that needs must grow
Like the flowers heaven waters, one with this undying flow.
The Tender Romance
In the still silence of the valleys below the brooding hills of
Nature stirs in her deep quietude, awakening
The meditative reveries of a poet's heart
Surrendered to her depths, the mystery that lies hidden
In the unseen eye of the muse of life, who, like a woman
Out and upwards towards the lord of the skies of her love for
Invites romance and the embrace of creation. Like a lover to the
The poet reaches down into her bosom, gently undraping her,
Then wrapping his arms around her naked soul. A blazing fire
Warms this rendez-vous of the seen and unseen, of the seasons
Turning to the rhythms of the sun and the rain and the wind
Melting the snows and the winter of the heart ...
Deep in the forests of Love's longing
Fairies dance amongst the rustle of leaves
And the flittered music beneath the eaves
Of an invisible romance, chasing the lovers
In a playful game of hide and seek as
The eternal two-in-one run and fly
Through the human walk in life,
Enjoining us to appreciate and partake
In the bliss of the ethereal union
And the magic and the mystery
We should call life, a life of love
Forever calling to us like the beloved of our souls.
Somewhere between the earth and the sky
Lies the sea of our thoughts and emotions.
Somewhere between the heart and the mind
Is the barrier that does not exist.
There, in our deep, unseen recesses
Is the soul of all that is, which is Love.
Go within into this forest of our becoming,
For here lie the secrets of existence,
Here waits the beloved. This is our soul,
Where one finds the other who is ourself,
Mirrored as the One who is our beauty
Everlasting and the bliss that fulfills itself.
Trouble brewing in the soul
Of a planet once was whole
Silence in the world asleep
Bleeding quietly and deep
Blood on sacred ground has filled
Rivers flooding beauty's hills
Skies are distant, empty space
Blotting out sweet nature's face
Like a woman beaten down
Man destroys his mother's ground
Earth spins aimlessly in hope
Of a future beyond scope
Wise men talk like fools who know
Nothing of her love that glows
Innocence dies in wisdom's lap
A child by her parent slapped
Self-deceit is rife on earth
Power imitates her mirth
Death is close and life is dead
The heart surrendered to the head
Animals don't know our ways
Have grown old to lesser days
Nothing smacks of grace now gone
With the miracle once had shone
One small moment in eternity,
A living drop in an endless sea
A heartbeat in the dance of time,
Something infinite, sublime
One reflection of the sun,
A cell that thrills to be the One
We are made that we may be
Something other, something we
We have eyes that see the earth,
A voice born to us at birth
The body when it's fast asleep
In life's waters, love too deep
Vast the ocean of our thoughts
Stolen, borrowed, sometimes bought
But if we were to feel the peace
None can steal, we'd be released
Uneasy winds make oceans roar—
Calm the golden sands ashore,
Time ticks by, I don't ask why
The sky is blue, questions die.
Nature thrills, the heart fulfills
With wonderment, I climb the hills
Of thought, emotion, to the sky
Opens doors to paradise
In front of me, my eyes are wide
Open to what's deep inside
My soul made whole, I dream in gold
Rooms of bliss, old is old
And new things rise to my surprise
And wonder at this gold sunrise ...
One can never tire of beauty ever dreaming in the soul,
That creative, natural spring that bathes the dry deserts of the
And the restless heart in its long walk through life and love.
One can tire, though, of not seeing that beauty,
Not feeling the bliss in this secret vault of paradise
Where every door opens onto the fields of an everlasting peace
Not subject to the conflicts and divisions that plague
Our common existence with barriers we are not meant to
Simple is nature, if man learns to walk in it
Without stepping on the flowers rare and beautiful
In the woods of his private reveries, those places
When we sometimes close our eyes, call to us,
Mysterious invitations to an immortal life
Hidden somewhere, but always there to embrace the being.
Love, well, I guess it is that sense of a living presence
That contains all this beauty, something greater than us,
Of which we are the seed dreaming of creation, ever new
In the dreaming and the ever creating, seed of the living tree
Of love. Where does it end, where begin?
It begins and ends in the timeless.
This is paradise, within and without.
This is losing ourselves to find ourselves again.
This is the play of the shadow and the sun.
This is the He and She from whom we are born.
This is Love.
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