The Boiling Pot

Who lit the fire?
Why does the water
Boil forever?

Bubbling, effervescent
Never pausing
Or quiet.

A drop falls in
And it too
Ends up dancing.

Merge, Emerge

It was a tsunami
the talk of the town
of the country
of the globe around!

The waves that rise
rose and rose
to fall and drag
all that that was close.

When I saw the sea
there was no trace
of the dreaded
destructive giant wave.

I soaked my feet
in the seawater
and looked at the particles
did they matter?

Some of these were 
part of that wave,
but back in the water,
they looked the same!

Having merged
they were indistinct.
Did they even exist?
It made me think.

Vapourised, condensed
where were they?
Would they arise
like a tsunami again?

Would we know
if they are the same?
Or will they be
new to the game?

We too rise and 

fall back in time.

Even Hitler is gone

without a sign.

Lost in a sea

leaving no trace

merging in a mass

emerging never again.

In this short time

that we are given

what should we live for?

is it name and fame?

A little of this

a little of that

but find in our lives

some dignity and grace.

Hampi - A Confluence of the Gross and the Subtle

It began like any other trip. "Should we go to place A or B?" My husband asked me and after weighing pros and cons, we decided it would be Hampi - never mind if it was A or B. As always, I packed the most essential - a book. Colleen Mccullough's 'Antony and Cleopatra' - a well-written, big fat book that I was half-way through already. And along with that came a bonus - 'Lectures on the Ramayana' by Sri VS Srinivasa Sastri. 

The Queen Bee and Other Limericks

There once was a lady

Who thought she was the Queen Bee

She gathered friends around her

Collecting their secrets like nectar

So that they surrendered to her will only

The Journey of the Bangle

It arrived just morning, after being moulded, the gems set and it burnished to be shiny and attractive.

It was a bracelet. Not precious. Just an ordinary 'junk jewellery', one among the millions that fill the shops and find their ways into homes, sometimes being cherished, sometimes forgotten. What would the fate of this one be? Did even its maker wonder? He just pocketed his wages and headed out to the nearby shop selling drinks.