The Rain

After the storm, the rains followed. The torrential downpour gushed forth from all sides. I opened my door. My windows and all that I could open. As it rushed in from all sides, I saw all the old filth and dust, that got collected by neglect and indolence, getting washed away. I have a parrot, it talks all the time from its cage. I also indulge it by letting it free and feeding it with new stories. It protested as the waters rushed in. But I was tired of its stories. Parrot, today you also have to drown in the flood. My house has been scorching for long. The paleness of its walls, its crevices have been thirsting for the touch of coolness. I knew this. But that its longing was so intense surprised me. So as the first drops of water touched my roof, the first moisture laden breeze, laiden with the sweet smell of damp earth filled my room, as the leaves started dancing and singing with the music of the raindrops, my home, like the trees started swaying. Today it was time again to get drenched. Today, after long it was time again to forget itself. Thrilled that I was, stood beside it, surrendered to its thirst and watched its ecstasy. And wished tomorrow when the sun comes up, my home will retain today’s coolness. May it drink as much as it can.

Happy Birthday!

As the moment passes on, impatient
As the thought arises, pregnant
My Love, I wait for Thee at the edge of my door…

The senses, I play with them,
The mind, I give it a game;
My Love, only for You I go this far…

Morning breaks, it starts all over again,
Afternoon comes, with the scent of rain;
My Love, its evening, will you still be afar…?

Deep within, in the darkness
The gentle breeze my heart caress,
Is it You my Love holding the door ajar…?

The cloud

The clouds belong to the dream world. With their changing shapes, their stealthy motion, their riot of colors at the sunset...they have so much to say. We have so much to listen. But lost as we are, in our real world, in our race for real things, the stories remain unheard, the tales remain unspoken.

In my heart I was searching for an answer. Answers to the storm in my heart. Storms, when they come, they don't follow conventions...they don't know civility. It sweeps you off your feet, though you thought you have grown long reliable roots. The shrubs and the grasses teach us, that the tempest might batter you, shove you in an unknown region, unsettle your existence...may be even bruise you. But if you resist like the big trees, you will be uprooted, broken, and tossed around mercilessly.

As I was surrounded by the clouds, white and soft, their coolness wetting my cheeks. I pleaded: moisten my being, soothe my heart. I have been bruised by a storm. Now its time again for calmness and serenity. To mend, to learn. Cloud, you are smoky, but you are also white. You cover the sun, but you also moisten. If sun gives us life, you give us sustenance. I will face the sun. I will run bathed in light once again. But today I need your flaky shadow. Take me in your arms.

She obliged. It's tenderness made me whole. Once again.

Give me a Place to stand...

Give me a place to stand...and I will change the world

Come near and hold my hand...and I will be impearled.

Sing a song to me...and I will dance once again

Whisper a poem to me...I will be in clouds and rain.

The shadow of life is long today

In chaotic silence, waiting for a new day

It wants to break free, the restlessness all gone.

Freedom and creativity in the new dawn.

The Bud and the Shaft

The bud with the pearl of dew

Its early hours, the day is new

She is thrilled with the touch, she can't tarry any more...

She is tired of being shrivelled up, she has been waiting from long before...

The violet land and the music of the birds

The freshness inebriates the tottering herds.

Wrapped in the warmth of the morning Red,

No more the bud is moist, should she be afraid?

Why is it still dark here? Why is she all alone?

The music is playing...what sin has she to atone?

Is it the beginning or the end? The hotness burns her out...

But even then she can't ignore the sweet sap within and the wafting aroma without.

She is in despair, convinced -she is too insignificant :

But why does she, not forget the morning thrill, o just for a moment?

The flute of the sunset permeates the sky,

Its becoming unbearable...she knows not why.

She dreads the new day-break, shy of new hopes of the morning dew;

She had enough already, broken dreams, promise of a golden view :

But today it is not only on her body, also her bosom is touched with magic it seems

What is happening? She knew she was blind...then what are these glowing beams?

All the while, the shaft held her, in her doubts, in her hopelessness;

He silently supplied all the sap and hope and surrounded her in His grace.

One day, the shaft knew, the darkness will be gone :

The bud will bloom in all its beauty when it is time, and its purpose won.

Another day...

The morning mist brings myriad thoughts,
Images of the night, ideas of the day...
So many things I have to say.

What if I chose not to be
In search of eternity...

What if I chose not to ask
Is it me or you who wears the mask?

The morning mist hides my face.
In that I find peace...some solace.

Truth-Goodness-Beauty

My first post. I will keep it simple, though the title might seem a bit overwhelming.

Truth in my voice, goodness in my heart and beauty in my eyes...that is what i search, or rather we search all the time....in all our actions..in all our thoughts. But most of the time we end up complicating things, in ways that makes us forget soon the first motive that started off the chain reaction.

May be my readers and my inner voice will time and again remind me of this pursuit which motivates me now, at this moment, to start this blog. It is now, more of a way to explore the deeper contours of my mind, reading my thoughts aloud, so that they don't get lost to me in the cacophony of events. May be there is a deeper desire that you will help me uncover these hidden treasures that some say is already interred deep inside. In me. In you.