Saturday, December 24, 2022

The Whirling Circle

I stood outside the circle
A toe touching the rim
The flashing lights, the laughter
Joy filled up to the brim

Friday, December 2, 2022

The Kite

It touched the skies
Finally finding release
The kite, symbolising freedom
Flying beyond anybody's reach
Doing what it was meant to do
Fulfilling its purpose
On its own merit
With no one dictating terms!

Sunday, November 27, 2022

The Temptress

The vivid colours and the beautiful sounds
Lure me, bind me to everything around

I stretch out and, with tiny fingers, grasp 
Relatives and friends, so many to clasp

I hold tight to things infinite
Believing they belong to me, indefinite

So much gold and diamonds to mine
Working hard to make them all mine

Showered with your kind abundance
I still seek wealth with no reluctance

How patiently you bear our abuse
Making us, even the heavens, refuse

All glittering, catching our eye
Entrapping us and satiating the 'I'
 
So that we come back again and again
Seeking pleasure, even if laced with pain

The other worlds we do not know of
You blind us to them by giving all we ask for

Food, lands, wealth and fame
Making us want to make a name

A mirage that moves as we do
With temptations many, you woo

So that we return again and again
For they all look like a great bargain

We seek nothing higher or spiritual
In the garb of a mother but really the seductress

Smothering us with things, so we remain
Fulfilling our needs in your domain

Knowing all that we get is left behind
Yet we come back again and again

There are but a few who escape you
Seeking and finding themselves anew

Till our eyes open after a hard fall
And strive hard to ignore your call

To drop it all and seek liberation
Seeing you from far with veneration 

I am wiser now, o mother mine
I revere you but have other paths to find

I loosen my grip so I may be free
Knowing it is all but a hazy dream.




Friday, November 25, 2022

The Safari Food Chain

Food chain, you have studied all about it in class 6 or 7, I am sure. Seen a diagrammatic representation, I am sure. Probably drew a crappy version of it too. 

Even in the corporate world, you would have heard of how the hierarchy works - like a food chain, each level eating the one below to grow bigger. Politics is no exception and probably closer to the jungle raj than anything else.

But, food chain in the safari!?

Tuesday, November 22, 2022

सलीम भाई का भाई

"तुम भी चलो ना इस बार सफ़ारी पे मेरे साथ! शेर जंगल का राजा है और भारत में सिर्फ गुजरात में गिर के जंगलों में मिलता है," राजीव ने मोहना से कहा| 

हमेशा की तरह, मोहना झिझकी, मगर गुजरात का नाम सुनके मन में लालसा जागी और उसने हाँ बोल दिया| अब अहमदाबाद से जूनागढ़ स्टेशन में उतरकर  मन में कई तरह के सवाल उठे - शेर के इलाके में घुसना सही था क्या? उसका पति तो साल में दो तीन बार तस्वीर खींचने जंगलों में जाता है| ये वहां क्या करेगी? तस्वीर खींचना भी तो नहीं आता है| 

Saturday, November 12, 2022

Ode to Mother Earth

My feet work fast
My head in the air
Thoughts flying in all directions
Eyes observing everything there

Thursday, November 10, 2022

The Amalgam

I rest on the floor, drop my weight
The physical, not insignificant
But the emotions, heavier
I feel them gravitate away

Sunday, November 6, 2022

Unveiling

Captured in a shell
Separated but unaware
Connected through breath
Without thought or care

Saturday, October 29, 2022

In Plain Sight

 "You draw, is it?" Madhukar asked Yamini, his eyes alight with interest.

Yamini smiled shyly and nodded. "A small indulgence... That's all."

"I am sure it's more than that. You seem very sensitive and aware," he said with an appreciative smile.

Sunday, September 18, 2022

The Hiatus - Time to Break Out

Was it long or short?
Was there a break at all?

The words jumbled
Floating in mind's jungle
Wild and random
To be strung in a pattern.

Sunday, August 14, 2022

Free At Last

It was a long road
I walked bare feet
Carrying some burdens
And memories sweet

Tuesday, May 24, 2022

The Noble Man

Initially, I was amused. And then I was thinking.

Rama sent his wife to the forest, but Ravana, the so-called demon, never touched Sita. What a noble man!

His anger was aroused on seeing his sister in agony because of her face being mutilated. He immediately set out to avenge her humiliation.

Sunday, May 8, 2022

World Play

There is no excitement in monotony
And so we are given our little plays
There is no thrill in peace, and off 
We go to the war with little delay
 
What's so special about beauty?
What matters is the power to destroy
We rake old wounds on the mend 
Refreshing pains, we seem to enjoy

To despair, we cling
So life may have some zing
What purpose does the scar serve? 
To bind us to our pains and pleasures

Is this all a game, you wonder?
This world, so full of blunders?
Different levels one must cross
Before finding the treasure across

Buttons like triggers
Moving us hither and thither
Rolling on, trying to find purpose
Each different, performing in a circus

Claiming, 'I am right'
For a few moments in the bright light
Only to slip into darkness
To merge with blankness

Our identity wiped out
Our existence as if not at all
All our angsts and outbursts
Just bubbles, in a moment, lost?

Is this the game He plays
Till we find we are one and the same!
One, too, with that Supreme
Flashing in and out like in movies 

Sunday, May 1, 2022

The Silent Core

 

Foamy waves
Child-like and eager
Touching the sands
Chasing each other

Innocent and happy
Noisy and teasing
Reaching out joyously 
Quickly retreating

Saturday, April 23, 2022

The Insignificant I

Wave after wave
of generations rise and fall
In that tumble of people
I am less than a little drop

Saturday, March 26, 2022

To Be, To Be

To be the mother
Who carried you in her arms
To be the father
Who was disarmed by your charm

Tuesday, March 8, 2022

Finite and Infinite

Clouds float away
The space stays on.

Wind dies
The air lives on.

Sunday, February 6, 2022

The Flame

The body burns
So does the heart
The world burns
Angry and hurt in parts

Saturday, January 22, 2022

The View

The Batra family moved to the second-floor flat hoping now for some privacy. The earlier house, located on the ground floor facing the main road, had been perpetually subjected to prying eyes. Well, whether anyone pried or not, Seema Batra always felt vulnerable. She had to keep the windows closed and ensure that all the doors were always locked. When the children complained of stuffiness and lack of view, she would snap back, "What view do you get in any case? Just the boundary wall."

Thursday, January 13, 2022

Before - After

Just the sweet chant
Set my body on fire
Making it blossom
Like a beautiful flower 

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