GULMOHAR

GULMOHAR

In the

falling rains,

a gulmohar blooms

into my moody skies,

bleeding its red grief
across the white layers
of some cloudy retreats
swathing memories of
cerise sun-stains
of all those

days past

In the

rain-swept

blossoms, I see the

splendour of a new

spring, holding promise

for many a skies, across

and beyond the hills

that borders my

tiny world

here...

Merry Christmas, Happy New Year 2019

all things

to step back to see life happening, 

to feel lives living through you - 

this silent communion with the world

there is an overriding peace here, 

a distilled joy and a sense of satisfaction

even as there is nothing you can claim. . .

suddenly, all things 

that remind me of my mortality 

become very dear to me

A Dream, A Prayer

It's never too late to have a dream. Have a dream.

Have a grand dream. A prayer.

And let that dream, the prayer create your future. 

And the future of many, who may not even know you or your dream. 

Or your prayer. . .

Grieve

when the world is grieving

do not complain

you are feeling low

it is meant to be so.

Grieve –

it is the time to grieve

shut the music off and grieve

for our own wrongdoings

for the wrongdoings of our own race

to open the doors of an illusory paradise -

a farcical comedy! 

At home. . .

at home,

this vast silence, 

then the sound of a soft rain, 

an occasional wayward 

wind blowing through the leaves,
into its non-existence,
and then again...
a bird, two or three chirping,
to each other,
or to their own selves
someone talking to someone
out there
about some causality,
a pleasing austerity
that surrounds it all
. . .that's all there is
. . . .that's all there is to it!

Loka Samasta Sukhino Bhavantu

ask me not grand questions

on the purpose and meaning of life

and existence, I do not know,

not a thing more than you,

seeking the essential facts of life

to the thick woods I have been

and the seas and deserts

spanning horizons; wisdom

of the recluses sought:  

know the happiness of being-

as I am just happy to be here

on earth, in the humdrum of being 

breathing, just breathing

in the glory of all creation

freeing myself from the mundane

burden of existence

breathe, breathe, seek nothing

or seek as much you wish

but return to

the happiness of just being-

live, love, laugh

in time

pass away

proffering a wish,
always and ever:

‘Loka Samasta Sukhino Bhavantu’

'Loka Samasta Sukhino Bhavantu' ~ the Swasthi Vachanam which translates as: ‘May happiness be unto the world’

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