Hold

Night shall pass

Day cometh next 

Hold dear to the song

We sung when sun and moon both hail high

Disturbance is a passage 

Wastage uses the same vein 

That oxygenates the blood

Walk along firm in belief

Firmness no wall can bring

Sway along to the silent tune

All music arisen from there

Happy Mother's Day

Your views your thoughts

Have nourished our minds

Your belief in goodness

Made us cherish our hearts

You see differently

That makes you You

You speak your mind

That brings shine in you

As the mother you are

So tender so loving

As the concerned you are

So upright so courageous

Mummy!

You balance the two You

So succinctly so beautifully

The fears you hold

Holds you not

The love you hold

Holds you soft

You reckon the energies

So different among your loved ones

You patiently persist

Navigating each energy at its pace

Mummy!

Your smile is powerful

Your warmth is bountiful

Your presence is precious

Your excitement is contagious

We Love You :)

THIS

This is about this!

Not that... 

and

Not the one you are thinking about

But this...

Moving straight or moving forward

Does not matter unless it is this

Are you sure this is this?

Because if you are not

Then that is not this

And what is this?

Cannot it be that because that was once this!

Don’t confuse this with that

Because this is only this

This has a character

Which that cannot imagine

It is the now 

That that 

Can only wave at or cry for

This is what it is 

And not

What is hoped for or what is decried

Experience this

And you wont need to

Wish for that or that!

Seeker

The dust on my hands

The pain in my thighs

The restlessness in my throat

The sweat on my face

Clouds hugging the mist

Wind blowing its trumpet

Heat clenching its fist

Breadth sensing its chord   

The echos of my sound

Bouncing back to where I stand

Sun playing with the sand

Scribbling lines long and wide

Minute lasts an hour

Thirst awaits every drop of gold

Seek not what you sought yester

Pain and pleasure now walk together

Reason bequeaths its throne

Shelter drops its guard

Logic crawls behind faith

Seeker becomes the sought

Path Taken

                                                                                                           Cento 

Drive slowly                                                                             (1)

Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear                                  (2)

With the windows unrolled                                                      (3)

Confusion, like the heart, gets left behind                                (4)

Whispered the heart

With who, how and what

If I must worry about how

I would be without dreams now                                               (5)

For what are space and time but the inventions                      (6)

And…

How much - how little - is within our power                            (7)

Looking into the heart of light, the silence                               (8)

You breathe; new shapes appear                                             (9)

In this short Life that only lasts an hour                                  (10)

I took the one less traveled by                                                 (11)

Reminded by a child who a drew a circle sky

Because the sky has no edges                                                  (12)

So do I …                    

1.      A great wagon – by Rumi

2.      Still I Rise – by Maya Angelou

3.      Hospital parking lot, April – by Laura Kasischke

4.      Death - by Donald Revell

5.      Allow Me – by Chungmi Kim

6.      Death - by Donald Revell

7.      In this short Life that only lasts an hour – by Emily Dickinson

8.      The Burial of the Dead – by T.S. Eliot

9.      A great wagon – by Rumi

10.   In this short Life that only lasts an hour – by Emily Dickinson

11.   The road not taken – by Robert Frost

12.   The Artist Child - by Dunya Mikhail

When Deception and Freedom Walk Side by Side

Hushhhshsh … At Last now it is safe

Safe as a bird in its hatch

Safe like the string in its sacred place in the guitar

Safe as a song unsung

Isn’t it quiet!!

Yessss ..ssss At Last it is quiet

Quiet as the lake in the winters

Quiet like the leaves at midday

Quiet as the night undisturbed

Ohh.. it’s not moving!

For heavens, it is still

Still as a mountain in its place

Still like a memory restored

Still as a breath unobserved

Don’t you want to ….

Want to what?

Let it be .. Let it free?

Free you say

Free as a haunting dream spree

Free like the dishonor awake

Free as a havoc unchained

See not as you see

Be not as you be

Free .. yes Free

Free from the stillness so rigid

Free from the quiet so sorrow

Free from the safety so insecure

Free .. yes Free

Free as the singing nightingale

Free like the breath unrestrained

Free as it must be 

Smashing my fist on the wall

The wall was rough

I felt I was tough

Smash went my fist

Didn’t feel an earthquake on my wrist

Went again, like in the films

Imagining the heart heals after the pain swims

Who says

It didn’t matter then who says

Anger was meant to be addressed

Became the medium for internal grievances to be suppressed

It doesn’t work that way

Have to stay with it till the time gradually takes it away