Spirituality

I remember the time I became interested in spirituality
Everywhere spiritual window-shopping, trying every modality
Tried the old thought, as well as the "New Age"
Read many books, turned many many a page;
Found a "Guru", sought the wisdom of that sage
False it was, trapped myself in my own cage,
Disillusioned, disappointed, broke out in rage,
Healed my anger, the wisdom from the experience my wage.

Still I continued on my heroic quest
Spent much time to sit, think and rest
And discovered that all my window-shopping, my search
Hand-me-down from others, even the "New Age" church,
Was the wrong way to look upon a spiritual quest
It is neither the discipline of the East, nor science of the West
It is simply the mastery of an art in my own way,
Be, learn, step along my path, even in the way I pray.
Simply allow my talents, my flower within
Grow, flourish, and bloom, purify me from sin;
Embraced by divine light, or any other means
Purge my dross, my morality I cleanse.
Spirituality is not something I achieve, attain or reach,
It is a way of life that I can learn, but not teach.

Mystical Wine

Along my path climbing this steep incline
Driven by passion of intoxicating mystical wine
The only hope, wish and desire of mine
To see the face of God, God's light upon me shine
And I continue surrendering to the will of divine
And proceed if God this wish of mine decline
For this mystical wine, serving the divine, my only line.

© Shahriar Shahriari

The River & the Ocean
Once upon a time, a fish in the ocean
Asked me about the river's notion.
I told the fish that the river
Water to the ocean deliver.
The fish scoffed at my logic
To fish it was hopeless, tragic.
Fish said ocean makes the river
The river returns to its life giver.
It is absurd; you must stop
To think the ocean needs a drop;
The ocean fills the river's cup
And puts the Ark on mountain top.

times are a changing
now they pissed me off
I have to choose a medicine
for this nasty cough


I could go to the doctor
but is it worth the bet
I expose myself to everyone
if I have not done so yet


my cough is getting worse now
I have to go to the store
there are so many medicines
a thousand brands or more

and then a revalation
as I cough and choke
MAYBE I WOULD NOT COUGH SO BAD
IF I COULD JUST NOT SMOKE!

An Entrapment

My love, I have tried with all my being
to grasp a form comparable to thine own,
but nothing seems worthy;

I know now why Shakespeare could not
compare his love to a summer's day.
It would be a crime to denounce the beauty
of such a creature as thee,
to simply cast away the precision
God had placed in forging you.

Each facet of your being
whether it physical or spiritual
is an ensnarement
from which there is no release.
But I do not wish release.
I wish to stay entrapped forever.
With you for all eternity.
Our hearts, always as one.

Imagine Guru Dutt after working for few months in Software Industry would
make a movie "software kephool" & include this song:

yeh document, yeh meetings, yeh features ki duniya,
yeh insaan ke dushman, cursors ki duniya
yeh deadlines ke bhooke, management ki duniya;
yeh Product agar ban bhi jaaye to kya hai?

Yahaan ek khilona hai programmer ki hasti
ye basti hai murda bug-fixers ki basti
yahaan par to raises hai, inflation se sasti
yeh Review agar ho bhi jaaye to kya hai?


har ek keyboard ghayal, har ek login pyaasi
excel mein uljhan, winword mein udaasi
yeh office hai ya aalame microsoft ki
yeh Release agar ho bhi jaaye to kya hai?


jalaa do ise, phoonk daalo yeh monitor
mere saamne se hataa daalo yeh modem
tumhaara hai tumhi sambhaalo yeh computer
yeh Product agar chal bhi jaaye to kya hai?

Wedding Poems