What's this world?

What`s this world ?
POEM BY DR. RAM SHARMA
What`s this world ?

where is it progressing to ?
we read and write about simplicity
but where is it hidden
zig-zag ways are easy to adopt
simplicity is facing its identity crisis
it is on its bed for survival
zig-zag ways and means are prospering
simplicity is lost in the desert land

A new Spring.... of Humanity....

 A new Spring... of Humanity.....   we are at the Hermitage at Paramahansa Yogananda's ashrama and meditation gardens in Encinitas California.... that is the place that he wrote Autobiography of a Yogi.... it is in his honor,  our guru,  that we can say with clarity that indeed,  there is a new Spring ... of Humanity...

Happy International Women's Day !!

HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY .... March 8, 2013...

Man... or animal....

MAN OR ANIMAL
POEM BY DR. RAM SHARMA
one face
different masks
glitter outside
filth inside
changing colours faster
than chameleon
words have lost its meaning
no combination what a man says
and what he is inside
more poisonous than king cobra
venom and venom all around
what we have become
man or animal

The world will change with a laugh...

The world will change with a laugh
POEM BY DR. RAM SHARMA
The dark night will disappear with the glittering dawn
the world will change with your laugh
open your eyes with positivity
the ferocious storm with change into cool breeze
the flowers of feelings will blossom
the vines of love will grow
the consciousness of prayer will shine in the dark night
the dark night will disappear with the glittering dawn
the world will change with your laugh

Ocean...

Teachings of Ocean
POEM BY DR. RAM SHARMA
Our life is like an ocean
its waves are our joys and sorrows
waves rise --waves subside
nothing is permanent --nothing is fleeting
Live life in total
vastness and openness of heart

Poetry... for Life...

POETRY
A POEM BY DR. RAM SHARMA , INDIA
Enjoy the life
with poetry
poetry makes visible to invisible
enliven every part of the universe
the stones start speaking to you
rivers, mountains , fields
all start dancing
blossom liveliness
scenes change sights\
poetry is the eye of us