TIB-POEMS

To My Spiritual Companion

2011-11-20T13:00:00.000+05:30

A thousand thoughts, varied in content unread,
The empty chairs, fresh linen and unslept bed,
You were in the midst of my life, strong presence,
Indelible marks of your diverse permeating essence,
In all that you touched, a million lives to comfort,
A tireless mandarin, outpouring immense effort,
In healing and assuaging distressed, distraught minds,
You were the comforting domain, an oasis one finds,
Among the parched landscape and constricted space,
Liberating portal, a door to the uplifting grace,
Freeing minds, you surpassed the artificial ramparts,
Of religion, caste, narrow divides that duality imparts,
You resided in the oneness of love of all creation,
You sought the wisdom of the scribes and ancients,
Your aching soul sought the deep truth in science,
Your consciousness has transcended to a dimension,
Far beyond my reach, rudderless I float in this ocean,
Be my guiding star and companion in this cosmic sojourn,
To evolve beyond this relentless cycle of return.

Travel Through Higher Realms

2011-08-21T17:00:00.002+05:30

Wafting gently in the breeze intoxicating yet imperceptible,
Locomotion of a jellyfish arrayed with shimmering tentacle,
A flotilla of gentile life forms, a consciousness receptacle,
Path determined by some distant destiny with no obstacle,
Softly rests on my meditating mind with some intuition,
A message to communicate of higher purpose in evolution,

Interlacing field of subtle information permeating every form,
A translation mirrored in resonance through this surging swarm,
My thoughts vibrate the very medium in a reflected wave,
In this radiant paradise I am an awestruck and muted slave,
A process of life augmented by a symbiotic relation so rare,
The changing patterns and nature’s tapestry a meaningful fare.

The very terrain I rest seems alive with muffled vibration
Of energy surging through my every sinew in celebration,
Culminating in my heart to evoke a tsunami of potency,
A resurrecting wisdom conveyed of higher competency,
I travel the higher realms of existence this very moment,
Knowing well this lasts a brief span, this blissful movement.

Cry of a Tortured Soul

2011-03-17T16:00:00.001+05:30

It is with shuddering trepidation that I watch,
My perplexing dreams unfold on a canvas vast,
Every act, a subconscious element match,
Extricated in fine mettle and finely cast,
A multihued art upon a tapestry so delicate,
A painting of fine strokes and pattern intricate.

Distorted field of projection beyond time,
A perception of landscape defying logic,
A region of intricacy and quality sublime,
Past and future seem to merge by some magic,
There is only a vivid moment in my memory,
All reality twisted by some internal treachery.

All elements seem to defy every natural law,
Association and existence perfectly unbound,
Immense power within to counter every flaw,
Unharmed in this sojourn a new life found,
I ride the surging waves of towering magnitude,
I shame the wind to rise to great altitude.

Am I playing God or a mortal so bestowed,
Immense power and inherent capacity to change,
Reality but an element with fluidity endowed,
Extricated to my will in a subconscious exchange,
Blurring interface between the real and the fake,
Itself a test for some intuitive meaning to make.

Fluidity is the innate and all pervading element,
Seeping in every crevice in this world to flaunt,
A creeping act to seek a buried essence rudiment,
To spin a yarn and my waking moments haunt,
A vast repository of my subliminal imprints in store,
Is the rich content for the apparent meaningless lore.

Oh! Tortured soul gasping for an identity true,
Escape from the darkened alleys damp with fear,
Desire for the warmth of sunshine and skies blue,
Give me wings of Cherubim to your presence near,
Prompting a path to elevate my consciousness anew,
The blessing of wisdom bestowed on the chosen few.

Reflection on a Beach

2011-02-28T10:00:00.000+05:30

The rocky coastline twists and turns,
White sands in the mid day sun burns,
Hurrying crabs to the waters edge runs,
Crashing waves resonates of metallic urns.

This beat and rhythm, a melody enchanting,
Cool spray of salt upon my face depositing,
Baked dry by the merciless sun beating,
Upon every exposed terrain, incessant heating.

Between the heat and the cold life borders,
A survival and nourishment that nature orders,
Though life may appear in chaos and tatters,
There is a fine balance that ultimately matters.

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Written on the request of my grandson on his thirteenth birthday.

Dream World

2011-01-19T16:00:00.000+05:30

Waves upon waves crash upon the mind’s shore,
In a vessel of indiscernible nature I am set adrift,
Pulled by a force beyond nature in a mythical lore,
An ocean enveloped in thick fog of constant shift,
A turmoil that blanks out the perception of space,
Destination unknown and bearing of no consequence,
Melded to the very elements, self exists sans a trace,
Yet I am aware of an identity, a unique semblance.

To aid no astral reference nor a functioning compass,
A travel, eternal, in all dimensions of space and time,
This domain, a strange landscape of instant trespass,
A kaleidoscope of time flows with no logic or rhythm,
In this enfolded space brief, potent memories reside,
Imprinted in lives gone bye thru a matrix indelible,
Decoded into being by a manifesting concomitant tide,
Resurrecting images and conveys messages impeccable.

Archetypes dance; the Trickster, the Mother and more,
Yet serenely laid out in my cocooned chamber inviolate,
I am the spectator and the artist in this theatrical lore,
Duality of perception emerging for a gist to precipitate,
Unknowing to the awareness my ambience transform,
A subtle change cast in this ocean of thoughts surging,
Billion, billion strokes of inerasable intent, a cuneiform,
A Karmic code of infinite complexity, perennial evolving.

Mutual Nourishment

2010-12-01T14:00:00.000+05:30

I was a weakling sprout, breaking ground,
My tender stems and fledgling leaves found,
You standing tall, reaching for the heavens blue,
Me thought that I can find a friendship true.

Your girth was immeasurable with rough bark,
Your limbs spread out, a perch for the lark,
You protected me from the searing tropical heat,
That on your immense canopy relentless beat.

You were the mammoth standing in eerie silence,
Full of life and vigour, an existence of resilience,
My supple tentacles find solace in your embrace
Sustained and nourished, I now my future face.

Many years pass, now my sinew thick and strong,
Envelope your surface, a twisted journey prolong,
To the very lofty heights an existence integral,
I rejoice in your presence now deemed inseparable.

The nimbus in the sky thunders, the wild wind roars,
A surging energy creeps from the very roots soars,
To the last vestiges of the mighty oak in a reach,
To plunge the storm’s fury in a flash and screech.

In an instant the mighty tree is split and scarred,
All its foliage and shielding bark perennial charred,
Shuddering, by some miracle, I cling to this drab pole,
With my energy, this lifeless form, I constantly console.

Many summers, my strength immense, I stand high,
Within my frame the once mighty tree lifeless lie,
My caresses ever stronger in gratitude to my existence,
Desire in someway, to provide a nourishing sustenance.

One spring morn, lo and behold, sprouts a tender shoot,
From this entombed carcass, dormant life finds root,
My joy knows no bounds, perhaps my hopes rewarded,
Enduring desire finds expression through a new life awarded.

White Waters

2010-11-04T16:00:00.005+05:30

Waters gurgling in gentle murmur upon which I stumble,

Million drops shriek descending the hillock verdant green,
Over the boulders, polished pebbles and thorny bramble,
Dodging every corner and crevice to a destiny unseen,
Subject to nature’s course, in a constant aberration,
Freeing the trapped air, the bubbles in uneven explosion,
Orchestrated dancing, swirling waves in dynamic gyration,
A ballet, though chaotic in nature, an awesome exposition.

The strong breeze gliding over the frothy waters in motion,
Sweep up the rainbow hued spray in an embrace of rapture,
Every moment is a shifting act and screaming commotion,
Vortices and eddies, the drifting flotsam formless rupture,
Swaying reed on the water’s edge dance like the ballerina,
Flapping in the tumultuous flow in constant undulation,
A harmonious ovation of audience seated around the arena,
I too stand in admiration, a sojourn of wondrous revelation.

Dancing Northern Lights

2010-09-25T15:00:00.010+05:30

The ghostly apparition dances in the sky,
A mesmerizing act of supple movements,
In Solar realms, imperceptible tempests fly,
The corona dilated in twisting torments,
Fiery arches ebb and seethe in eerie silence,
Unseen the tentacles reach out into space,
Now in Solar embrace and lively resilience,
A participation in a ballet of visual grace.

Your green hue and unfettered bold stroke,
Against the canvas of the darkness bright,
From the tepee ascends the wafting smoke,
Fire lit for warmth in the cold Arctic night,
Attempts to append the splendour celestial,
Yet the frigid air sucks out the very soul,
Of this added intent in a diffusion terrestrial,
Untainted your dynamic vision is held whole.

Oh! Bright lights that evoke awe and wonder,
Constant token of the protection you impart,
Life giving Sun when it’s darker side ponder,
We are shielded by our multilayered rampart,
We genuflect in gratitude on this icy ground,
To the adept cosmic artisan who did interlace,
Complex patterns in life’s expression so sound,
These lights make our soul long for Divine embrace.

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{For those who do not know much science, the Aurora Borealis or Northern Lights are caused by the highly energy light particle created in the Ionosphere by the Solar wind (Solar magnetic waves which are created by solar corona activity). The multilayered atmosphere provides protection for us humans from harmful radiation}

Sustenance

2010-09-14T15:00:00.000+05:30

The sweltering heat shimmers on the land,
With patience the furrows dug, planted seed,
Exposed, covered with soil by loving hand,
Nurtured by the breaking sweat, a hesitant bead,
Suspended on the brow, little rivulets run slow,
Descends from facial crevice to the land below.

Mornings cool as the drifting fog from the sea,
Vital moisture stripped of salt by the torrid heat,
Finds an abode in the foliage of the thorny tree,
Droplets bejewelled in a sunlight capturing feat,
A day’s fluid for the desert insect vital need,
Precious sustenance through nature’s loving feed.

I cross the stormy sea, my sails in the tempest torn,
Tossed and battered in the frothy eddy of turmoil,
Aching limbs and stretched sinew a frame well worn,
Reduced by constant endeavour in an unending toil,
Seek a moment relief, a calm and undulating motion,
A respite and droplets of dew, a rejuvenating potion.

As the storm clouds break in the dark and dreary night,
Sirius, the lone star, shines bright with ominous lore,
You were to the ancient Polynesians a guiding light,
You are my shining hope to reach the comforting shore.
I follow your incorruptible path stationed far above,
To the very land where awaits my joy and eternal love.

Memories and Gratitude

2010-07-29T15:00:00.000+05:30

A thousand memories my mind sought,
A torrent of joy the yesteryears brought,
Like the monsoon shower an incessant soak,
Every leaf, blade of green grass and tall oak,

Life’s toils have weakened this physical mount,
But the mind ever green in the past recount,
Every moment, as a child in pure rapture,
A new discovery in every event capture,

Words spoken, stirring smile, a touch repeat,
Simple games played in the shimmering heat,
Or the hide and seek in the full moon light,
Dancing shadows a deception and a delight,

Sumptuous festivities, a produce of the farms,
Doors never shut, a welcome with open arms,
The church bell prayers announce at evenfall,
For eternal gratitude a daily reminder and call,

Through ritual, prayer and song and sounding gong,
The varied offerings to taste the faithful throng,
Small eats handed out to hands held in supplication,
To the congregation, the worship’s fitting culmination,

A peel of laughter and the chime of anklets silver,
Of children running, of secrets shared in murmur,
Now by the dimly lit porch the oil lamps swaying,
Children sit around for a mystery story beseeching,

Mystifying shadows cast, generates much imagination,
Stories told in graphic detail, evoking an abomination,
Of Dracula in his nightly sojourn his thirst replenished,
With always a pleasant end of the demon vanquished,

Now two score years have passed and I stand,
That very street, cast in concrete, a soulless strand,
Very symbol of entombed remnants of the mind,
Let the love again rapid flow the soul to unwind,

For the brief moment we live, no room for hate,
Blessings bestowed, every soul in a sublime state,
Gratitude for what life imparts, memories timeless,
A gift no wealth can buy my memories are priceless.

Beyond the Turmoil

2010-06-05T15:00:00.000+05:30

I wonder why the mind, a twisted journey takes,
For some trivial purpose, a self satisfying construct,
Imaginary hurdles, unfathomable chasms it makes,
A knotted mess, the state of intended joy to destruct.

Like a fine meshed sieve, the granulated feelings ill,
Retained, aggregated and glued by incessant negativity,
A gravitating mass one’s being incrementally fill,
Oppressing weight leading to a paralysis of all creativity.

The mind in ego mode is an ill equipped unstable toy,
Poised like a spinning top, a false stability in motion,
Toppled by any subtle variant that emotions employ,
Temporary stability of lunacy in numbing commotion.

Immobile is its structure when materially beached,
Rough edges honed, balanced to a spherical frame,
A gliding mind focused, easily its purpose reached,
In this many manifestations temporal, a divine game.

Now empty the turbulent mind of all gravitating dross,
Lighten my mind’s burden, an ascending path to trace,
Let many Masters’ wisdom aid me, the horizon to cross,
Beyond this sea of turmoil, I await your eternal embrace.

My True Nature

2010-04-19T15:00:00.000+05:30

The green algae floating in rhythmic dance,
Caressing fog swirling above the murky waters,
A gentle tease for the flotsam to daintily prance,
Slender legged flies hop and skip the dross.

Thick layer of moss a heavy ornate coat,
Every timber boasts glistening in the morning dew,
Transmuted to the very elemental state I float,
The very nature my handy work perennial new.

An entity indescribable, distant to decaying matter,
Resting at will in every atom, vibrant and awake,
Manifestation is my ballet on the cosmic altar,
Perfect law unfolds in every form I undertake.

Transforming yet immutable and eternal my essence,
I reside in the nature of man in his trillion cells,
I am the beauty of the flower and its sweet fragrance,
I am the immeasurable force that within the star dwells.

This is my nature beyond concept of the fickle mind,
Shackles of time chains me not to the future or past,
Ever present I am the One, free of domain, you find,
In the core of all, the binding web divinely cast.

Thoughts on the Icy Mound

2010-03-31T15:00:00.000+05:30

Fresh crystals packed into a high mound,
White hillock of layered flakes fractals thin,
Shaped by playful hands into missiles round,
Hurled in frolic with gay abandon pure within,
The darting feet and laughter in the chill air,
Many a cloud from the inner warmth an icy rest,
Many little feet knead the snow in a path fair,
Ascending I look with longing upon the crest,
I sit down watching as fresh snow in a slow drift,
From a sky tinged grey as the hue of the land,
My view aspiring an elevated mood, attempted lift,
The dampened spirit, to greener times at hand,
A spring of flowers and smells, a radical shift,
Two sides of all existence, the opposing poles,
So vital in our lives, the darkness and the light,
Waxing and waning energy in creative roles,
Vast is your expression a revelation of your might.

Gift from the Cosmic Architect

2010-02-21T15:00:00.000+05:30

I tread along this weary path aching bones complain,
My taut knuckles white against the cold of my winter,
A journey coursing through the travails of life plain,
Burdened mind seeking rest from turmoil and splinter,
Worn thin through constant usage my exterior wares,
A soiled garment trailing the soil in tatters and tares.

My eyes are sharply focused, a sight well bestowed,
Relentless search in every printed word a meaning,
To the purpose of life, this reality so void and hollowed,
Birth and death are but terminal stages in a gleaning,
The sower knows what crop or the quality of yield,
Through close knowledge of the seed and the lush field.

I closed my tired eyes and withdrew into my heart,
Praying to the cosmic architect for an end to the wrath,
Of knotted and knurled construct from my mind depart,
That very moment I opened my eyes and beheld a path,
There stood a child of wisdom smiling, holding out a hand,
Guidance to a purpose I know not in this mysterious land.

She is given to me in this ripe age, perchance a reason,
Wisdom is her nature, a jewel reflecting the creation,
Unchanging yet evolving, a constant force in every season,
A pendent resting on my breast feeling my heart’s elation,
This nurturing act stills my restless and turbulent mind,
The eternal calmness on your face, a new meaning I find.

Monthly Letter of a Benefactor

2010-01-05T15:00:00.000+05:30

My narration is unique, for strange are the ways,
In this world of human kind, a common veneer runs,
Deep in our consciousness like a subterranean river,
Unknown, unfathomed and dormant to waking moments,
A simple letter he wrote and a small sum to soothe a pain,
By poverty and destiny imposed upon this aging mother,
Pouring out his heart, a participation in spirit,
Collating his earthly experience, a consolation he offered,
Divine blessings much bestowed, he had been fortunate,
Blessed with good health, knowledge and decent wealth,
But of all these gifts, a gem, a desire to alleviate suffering,
Of his fellow brethren in some way his assets permit.
The parchment he wrote these embalming words,
Hand made by some village craftsman from collected waste,
A calligraphy of patterns interwoven of enriching thought,
Erases the tear and holds out a ray of hope when in despair,
His words were not of the intellect to inspire discourse,
A prayer for pain alleviation and a sum for monthly upkeep,
So her son may pursue his studious ambition,
Seeking a career to care for her in her aging days,
This benefactor tireless kept this bond for many years,
Until his health and feeble hand could the pen no more hold,
The last message from his hospital bed was brief,
The essence being that all he had done now rests with the divine.
Few days later, a doctor stood by his side, of bewitching beauty,
They said she had an intellect rare and healing touch.
In a sweet voice she said ‘How shall I call you?’
For I have held you with affection every moment of my life.
Shall I call you Sir! But that would be too formal,
Shall I call you ‘The Holy One’ but I know you are humble,
So I shall call you my ‘Grand Dad’
For to the lady to whom you were a monthly joy,
I am her grand daughter and my life to you I dedicate.

Moments of Perch

2009-12-17T15:00:00.000+05:30

Seeking riches I take flight between resident chores,
Tarry a while to savour the sweet concoction and taste,
Intellectual nectar and fruit as darting glance explores,
A refuge where a luscious past to be reviewed in haste,
Regurgitated to a heady mix enriched in leisurely chew,
To distil to its full potency, a new knowledge as residue.

In these moments of perch, a jaunt through the past,
Evokes nuggets of wisdom filtered in a sieving lattice,
Therein resting eager for the rolling dice recurrent cast,
Needy choice in a new pattern for retention or release,
A tapestry of interwoven images in my synaptic frame,
Knowledge generation is the current name of the game.

The tempest of life tosses me in this ocean turbulent,
Instinct for survival holds on to the ropes of human ties,
Tattered and worn are these by constant usage virulent,
Only hopes are shattered planks bereft of sustaining ties,
These timbers are the knowledge imprints that ferried,
My imperishable soul to the new shores divinely decreed.

Web of Delight

2009-11-22T15:00:00.000+05:30

Silver thread glistening in the dawning light,
Subtle vibrations, a pulsing in the breeze mild,
To the discerning beholder, a veritable delight,
As to me a lone witness in this arena wild.

Fractured fragments of the secreted strand,
Dance like the hairs of Medusa, class serpentine,
Work in progress tarried a while for some errand,
In wonderment I behold how the prey you confine.

You hold steady your senses alert feeling the air,
An approaching prey’s beating wings does incite,
The web pulsates in response, a signal in your lair,
Imperceptible the trap laid yet a marvel in my sight.

You await still for the clueless wandering moth,
Heavy impact the net stretches, a vortex drawn,
Like the thirst seemingly quenched by the froth,
False sense of rest alleged ere the final end dawn.

My soul aches for this restful flight, a journey long,
Tired wings in endless search for its true abode,
Cast your net, a sweet trap, and do not prolong,
Rest in your sweet embrace and your spirit behold.

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Thoughts provoked by seeing a strand of spider web
glistening in the sun during my morning walk.

Subtle Language of Nature

2009-11-11T15:00:00.000+05:30

In the intricate pattern and feel of the rose petal,
The translucent design in the wings of the dragonfly,
Shaped by eons by incremental change to finer mettle,
Nature’s code and causal laws mind’s probing defy.

Shapes to read in an ever changing nomadic cloud,
Myriad sketch autumn leaves cast on the forest floor,
Shaped by the tortuous air, like a sweeping shroud,
Worn by an roving mendicant, the fine earth scour.

Humming of the honeybee seeking delectable nectar,
Harmonious chirping of the crickets in the even-fall,
Balmy rhythm to quell, a divinely ordained benefactor,
An ensemble and orchestration, a gift at nature’s call.

I close my eyes to behold your countenance so fair,
Radiance of a thousand suns your perennial feature,
A form perceived through insightful meditative fare,
Million steps through the subtle language of nature,
This journey of ascension to the very core I seek,
In slow mutation, I now nature’s subtle language speak.

On My Parents Tomb

2009-11-06T15:00:00.000+05:30

I sat among the tombs enmeshed by thriving weed,
Reading inscriptions, struggling to kindly unfold,
Many years or short life of mentionable deed,
Earthly image now cast in an innocuous mould,
Perhaps a chance fodder for a fortunate seed,
Inculcating decaying matter into a vegetative fold.

A thousand memories floods my weary mind,
Encouraging words whispered, a path to learn,
Strong hands in need my hesitant steps to find,
Hardships, pain endured a decent living to earn,
Frugal in your needs yet lavishing love and kind,
Made me strong and my spirit, a creative urn.

In a silence potent with meaning from this tomb,
Your voice ever echoes in every crevice of my heart,
Tutored well through tacit stroking from the womb,
Constant presence in every need an indelible part,
Nurtured me to take flight, greater pastures to roam,
Now I rest my thoughts on these stones ere I depart.

A prayer of gratitude from my still lips emanate,
To the living you have given with values affluent,
In the knowledge that this is but an isolation innate,
Spirit empowering potion my integral constituent,
Your image I carry in every act, an elevated state,
Where all purpose is towards a singularity congruent.

Written on 2nd November 2009 on "All souls day"

Golden Thoughts

2009-11-04T14:00:00.000+05:30

You stood in purity and innocence at my side,
A picture of poise, maybe with aching thought,
As you held her hands to steady this life’s ride,
The council and comfort of my mate you sought.

The paths we have traversed, a complex web,
Hegel and Marx, love and sorrow, numbing feel,
Torrent of emotions, cascading surge and ebb,
Forged a mind and body through nerves of steel.

Passion and ardour took you into unknown waters,
Fearless you engaged foe and friend for a cause,
Means denied though endurance at the edge totters,
You found the strength to sustain without a pause.

I came into your life late with admiration unbound,
Watch your zeal, ever defining a path breaking role,
Through the unseen dimension of knowledge sound,
Deployed with undaunted mind set on the final goal.

As you step into your golden age, a supplication,
Issues from my heart for health and peace lasting,
This terrestrial journey, driven by noble application,
Find here the true joy in your sojourn everlasting.

Dedicated to my sister in law, Subathra, who celebrates her 50th Birthday today.
From Magi & Tib

Divine Merger

2009-10-29T14:00:00.000+05:30

To all celestial beings a subtle denial,
An apparition so potent in radiance,
Your presence in me a state surreal,
Moment of elation of unbound variance,
Unlike the fading rainbow in summer rain,
Indelible your hues in my being remain.

As the multi-forked bolt the nimbus tears,
Your vastness my thirsting essence rents,
A merger through a fusing heat that sears,
An amalgamation devoid of duality of intents,
All elements transformed in this new creation,
I stand transformed bereft of differentiation.

Flight of the Arrow

2009-10-22T14:00:00.000+05:30

An adept warrior on a fast, charcoal steed,
Elegantly poised, erect as a marble column,
Bow in hand, eye intense focused on a deed,
Landscape adorns this image, a genre solemn,
Rider and stallion well trained a rare breed,
On a loyal mission or task, close to his bosom.

The bow aligned perfect a mental reflection,
Arrow at an impeccable point on the string,
Tension straining each fibre twisted to perfection,
Mind focused on the target, a stillness to bring,
Flawless union, archer and goal an intersection
Body and mind, a fused tool to release the string.

The arrow travels, life gained, with sure intent,
Archer rides, his very being on the missile impart,
Perfect focus all elements to unite and augment,
Target to seek, perfect impact, a masterly art,
By supernal power the target into his being orient,
The flight of the arrow culminates ere it depart.

Deepavali Prayer

2009-10-21T14:00:00.001+05:30

When the sky lit up with the radiant red splash of fireworks,
I have but the vision of the splattered blood of the innocents,
When I see the brightly hissing sparklers, throwing dying embers,
I see the carnage of the Dalits in their smoldering dwellings,

As I hear the crackers exploding in rapid incessant sequence,
I hear the stuttering gun fire in the crowded market place,
Like the darkness that falls as the festive lamps are put out,
My heart sinks in desperation a perennial remedy to find,

How can I celebrate this beautiful festival of light?
A joy in remembrance of conquest of evil by truth and knowledge,
I plead for one more avatar Oh! Narasimha, your talons sharpened,
Destroy and dispel the darkness of untruth and blinding ego,

This nation that gave the world the Vedas, Upanishads and Gita,
Many holy ones richly imbibed and world religions established,
May once again be governed by sages, a nation standing proud,
A beacon to the world, establishing a path of eternal truth.

To My Divinity

2009-10-21T14:00:00.000+05:30

In every beat of my longing heart,
You are the force, the indelible part,
Each filament of my pulsing sinew,
You are the nourishing spirit that renew,

The vigour for life, an unabated desire,
To consummate a union, in an intense fire,
Transformed my elements into a force,
To redefine my earthly journey and course,

Into a transmuted substance made sublime,
Hence in my mind a presence beyond time,
Never waning in its intended purpose,
In you my being ever finds quieting repose.

Demon or Deliverer?

2009-09-30T14:00:00.000+05:30

Assembled multitude in finery and jocund attitude,
Grease paints a deception, the revellers vicissitude
A thousand Ramas in battlement with arrows arrayed,
Aim toward the ten headed Ravana mighty portrayed,
Setting sun in a symbolic journey the horizon descend,
Fiery missiles depart the taut strings in parabolic bend,
The roar ascends the heavens as the foe is brightly lit,
An arsenal deployed in an act, the very core to split,
The pounding giant’s heart is rent asunder in a blaze,
Flames leap skyward covering the battlefield in haze.

As I depart, a muted witness to this annual festivity,
My heart is burdened and doused as the dying embers,
The mighty Ravana now stands a mere skeleton smoking,
Yet again to resurrect in renewed grandeur hate stroking,
This play of conquering evil through violence is endless,
As the world in silent witness is held ransom and clueless,
Better way to understand what begets evil in man’s mind,
Born of cumulative karma seeking a healing saviour to find,
Evil is met by evil in a fine masquerade as a redeemer,
A cycle of destruction propagated by a demonic deliverer.
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A tribute to celebration of the festival of Dussehra wherein the true symbolism is that of Rama delivering Ravana from an existence of evil to a state of higher existence

City streaks

2009-09-28T14:00:00.000+05:30

A notorious jewel thief of Minneapolis,
Evaded every attempt of the Minnesota police,
Like a stealthy cat he did the disappearing act,
Until his hand got caught in a crystal artifact,
He is now cooling his heels in a cell in Acropolis.

There was a man from Budapest,
Who in society was an incessant pest,
In public he would latch on like a leech,
And high morals and sermons he would preach,
When he passed away they buried him in a steel chest.

There was an oarsman from Calcutta,
Who took part in the annual regatta,
He took a wrong turn in the Sunderbans,
Got trapped in the shallow sand banks,
Years later he was found in a lower strata.

There was a gentleman from Milan,
Who impeccably dressed with élan,
Every crease and fold in proper place,
A picture of poise and starched grace,
Many said he was no human but an automaton.

There was a devout Christian of Rome,
Who for many years lived in a catacomb,
He never knew the fall of the empire,
His progeny in the labyrinth did expire,
Their ghosts the subterranean paths roam.

Divine Partaking

2009-09-25T14:30:00.000+05:30

Dedicated to a good friend and a lover of life

I stood like a tall cedar of Lebanon in this grove,
My roots running deep, a subterranean field,
Seeking the living waters you so abundantly gave,
A blessed life with many a harvest and copious yield.

Many a time I heard your call, an enticing respite,
I lingered on this shore savoring nectar sweet,
Bonds of love this frail frame did hold tight,
Stroking the last embers an absent blaze to induce.

Your fragrance intoxicating I did inhale deep,
In this very act my earthly breathe abated
I took wings to your bosom in eternal sleep,
Ferried for a purpose my earthly mind discern not.

Four score and dozen years you rested in my being,
Copious blessing bestowed through me to one and all,
An infinitesimal chalice of your creation, ever flowing,
Now it rests in your divine

Autmn Equinox

2009-09-24T14:30:00.000+05:30

A Single Leaf Falling

Like a cradle gently rocking in the breeze,
From the final throes of life in the trees,
I am detached, floating on a lonely decent,
To the very soil reason for my lofty ascent,
My final resting place for yet another use,
Elements transferred by this seeming refuse.

I am a single strand in this resplendent mat,
Hues deftly patched in a seamless format,
A tapestry of patterns with constant shift,
The autumn wind the reason for this drift,
Dyed into the ground by seasonal permafrost,
A joy to the discerning eyes that nature host.