Food, clothes and shelter make people feel contented The take off point for fuelling of desires which shapes people differently. Onset of life, you and I are all the same till ambitions develop. It may herd us together or drive us all apart. Empires, fiefdoms geographical divides all that separates us makes us … Continue reading The takeoff point
Prosaic poetry is so insufficient to capture life. I am not Gautam Buddha. There are myriad shades of life. Joy buoys me, while pain drains me out. Pain scalds, and leaves its scars on the psyche. Happiness is used as an anaesthetic, a painkiller, a sedative or tranquilizer to ease the condition. Intensity hits happy … Continue reading I am not Gautam Buddha
The warm and cool hues the colors in the spectrum raise the mercury. Creativity calls for the easel and brush to paint my life. Decades float away My pale face in the canvas passes unnoticed. The intensity and value of the colors transforms with light. The dark self portrait brightens up … Continue reading Color of Change
The dome of that ancient temple speaks to me every night. It is lucky to have a shape that facilitates absorption from both above and below, and retention inside. The sun, moon and stars whisper stories in it ears, changing its look with their movement across the sky. The dome has seen priests, wily devils … Continue reading The Dome and the Wind
I see lighted lamps in the river, and candles at the altar Will the absence of these, make the human mind wander? Do we need the Bible, Koran, Gita, Talmud or Torah? Will the absence of these cause the human steps to falter? You cast me in your mould, and designed a warrior I am … Continue reading Gratitude
Attraction quickly fades away when mindsets clash But I am so me how do I think like you? why should I want to be you? Acknowledgement of differences and acceptance might show paths forward where both can walk unhindered sans encroachment from others. Between me and you individuality creates a gaping chasm. Let … Continue reading Psychic Chasms
I bounced back each time I was hit. I learnt to heal myself, whenever I was stabbed in the back. I learnt to forget and move on, but not forgive. It is a protection for the future. Glass, wax and lac have all tolerated intense heat in the process of moulding. Grapes are crushed and … Continue reading Moulds
I put together fluidity needed to meet the universe but flowing water cannot stay together, it just moves. My experiments now look so inadequate in laboratories. Knowledge can never replace Wisdom of the soul and earth. My revered books are sliced reality infinite insights lie out there beyond the telescope lens. Nature … Continue reading The Wisdom of the Infinite
The memorial built in the middle of nowhere intrigued me. Was it meant to signify a union with the elements, or a figurative spot where the departed souls wanted to be? Right on the horizon – in between sky and earth, water and clouds, life and death, light and dark …. I saw the fluidity … Continue reading Fluid Reflections
The real question Do you want to remember? Memory fails when we relegate thoughts to the back yard of consciousness. Tanka Inspired by "In other words, remember..........." at Patricia's Place
