Krishna, My Forever Love!

My mind, knows not

Why its calling your name

My heart knows not

How to stop the same

Like a windmill on the run

Your name keeps repeating

Do I want to think of you

I do not know, honestly,

I do not want to ever never

I did not say miss you.. still so

I am not saying never see you

Yet I know not why I am scared

It repeats on its own as if chanting

It is some spirit that I have to fight

If it stops I will restart, always

So, let me keep doing my chores,

Let me keep talking of things

Known or unknown,

Relevant or irrelevant,

Sensible or insensible

Yet the sensitive mind that she is

Always chants you in the heart

In the back of mind

Always churning in my heart,

The loving thoughts like butter,

Rise up and sweep me off my feet

Reliving You every minute

I know You will rescue me

From my troubles, as always

Dear Krishna, my forever love! 

In Life, Tangibly Yours!

We are those

Who connect

With heart as

We reach out

Over the net

A small voice

Unheard ever

Gets heard once

So do hundreds

Finding their wings

Opening a new world

Taking them off into a

Whole new world of words

And more words

Which keep pouring

When it rains, or pours

When the Sun rises in the East

When the birds travel yonder

When a child sits to wonder

Or a grandma wonder

“Where art thou, oh my love tender..”

We are not alone, we live the thunder

We walk hand in hand, not asunder

We pray, we weep, we love, we laugh

Let not loneliness ever lead to despair

Be one with nature and be nurtured

Let not them walking  corpses,

Living in the past try to hurt you,

Nor eclipse your creative light

With them huge stubborn egos,

For you, my friend are a person

Of your own make and kind,

Never seen ever before

Nor ever until eternity

Till death do us bond

In poetry, beauty, love and beyond!

Endless Travel-2 (Edited)

My slate is blank

Just as my mind is

My state as I wait

Very many times

My blood pressure

Falls in disbelief

Cannot imagine

Going through this journey

Although distant

Whatever happens

When lives are gone forever

Where do we travel

Would there be a moment

When we can travel through time

As you are being you,

And I being me, looking our prime

Would there be a day we can see

As we realize that we  will be

Dust to dust whether we are away

Or exist together, wherever we are

In the air or water or under the sea

Our lives, like entwined plants,

Are connected, despite parting our ways,

Did we ever know

The desert that is baring herself

One day was an overflowing ocean

That wept so much

That it is all dried up seeing the pathos, just as we are, with memories

That can never ever be lost around one another

Above the galaxies, across the horizon

Keeps reminding one, the time left out

As the earth was running into dark  spaces  of millions of eons as if churning amidst zillions of lives aimlessly

In the fierceful teeth of time machines, processing slowly now, and evolving one day,

As the wheels spew it out

With lot of wet earth shining

 As it sparkles the air

Then would you know that millions of years have passed and that our distance has not  closed, as we drift away forever like tangents.. despite the continuum would not bring us back as the time spirals endlessly in either ways…

Endless Travel

My slate is blank

Just as my mind is

My state as I wait

Very many times

My blood pressure

Falls in disbelief

Cannot imagine

Going through this journey

Although distant

Whatever happens

When lives are gone forever

Where do we travel

Would there be a moment

When we can travel through time

I being me and you as you

Would that be a day we can see

As we realize what we  are

Dust to dust when we are away

In the  air or water or under the sea

Did we ever know

The desert that is baring herself

One day was an overflowing ocean

That wept so much

That it is all dried up seeing the pathos

That can never ever be lost around one

And the galaxy across the horizon/

Keeps reminding one time

It was running into a dark  spaces  and millions of eons of churning lifelessly

In the fierce teeth of time machines processing, slowly evolves one day as the wheels spew it out with lot of wet earth and it shines as it sparkles the air

Then would you know that millions of years have passed and that our distance has not  closed, as we drift away forever like tangents.. despite the continuum would not bring us back as the time spirals endlessly in either ways…

A Talk With My Corpus

I like to remember something that we faced

We were young and the knowledge of you to me was like a closed window.

One day I saw something, that I did not understand

My new dress I wore for the first time was not clean.

I noticed it as I went to the rest room and called my grandma

She was there taking care of us as mom went to village.

She had to be at the farm as they were harvesting the new crop

Grand ma asked me to sit alone in a corner, until my mom arrived.

It was a huge restrictions and rules suddenly heaped on me.

Until morning I was happy go lucky,

Although it was supposed to be my maturing,

I hardly realized what it was, since in reality it was premenstrual pink show.

I discovered I didn’t know what you are until later

When I never even knew how to tie a carefree knot..

However, I learnt that being a girl growing up is

A gateway to rules and way is so restricted... 

Living A Million Lives... (Short story)

The orange sun rays are giving hope, that there may be warmth even in the coldest of the times.. it is getting to be dark and the world will be covered under a thick dark blanket of coldness, surrounding the mountains very soon. The huge dark Willows overseeing the horizon are giving the mother earth a thicket of dense Hunter’s green hue, covering any hurt within and showing a passionless, emotionless silence, holding all the turbulences and turmoil that is going in Jade's mind as it is under the wetlands of the forest, through the ocean beyond the view.

Every morning is a day of surprises waiting to be unraveled. A challenge thrown into the life, was way too demanding than the gentle breeze that flows over the ocean, at that serene moment. Does it matter if life is not just priorities, but also of choices that have to be made with sans emotions.. A life that could have been, is hushed, sucked out of the lungs as the home that should have raised has consumed it instead, breaking all the bondages that would join the structure and piece by piece, extracted and rooted out into the cold, as the ashes are scattered over the dense onlooking trees that have housed so many lives.. Still, in this harsh world, unfinished as it was, hoping to arrive in a couple of weeks, in full splendour, she arrived quietly, without a cry and her life was thrown out in bargain, leaving a pathetic trail of human decisions surrounding those who can think much less of others and couldn’t care a hoot as they suppressed their ability to offer care. Corporate companies, do need to care individual's needs, they are humans, not cogs in a machine, and humans need care irrespective of companies'policies to survive. Who pays attention to this small voice?

Months of delaying of break times at work, right at the time of need, waiting for breaks and shifts, while work demanded more attention, yet being affected with a loss of appetite or gradual weakness, leading to anorexia and bulimia, because a Barbi cannot be a raggedy Ann, for the uncouth corporate bodies that cater least to the needs of a mother to be to care her precious in her home.. How could one strive to carry a full term if all they cannot is raise them safe or not to share the office hours with them.. No, that’s just not all, there was more saga rooted down..

 It was not possible to continue without getting hurt, so one more day of sacrificing is not an option over life caring for others, more demanding, her little cousin brothers and sisters, needed more care. Losing parents for Covid and SARS, and travelling all the way from Mexico, she had to be there for them, and surviving and sustaining...

Birds in the forest are staying close to their mama tonight.. As the sun sinks in the West, that dark night homes the ashes in its womb and raising it into trees and fruits of vigour that can be born into million forms, making million lives with just, this one divided into a million.. and each a complete whole by itself, and life goes on..

 

 

My Young Lover

My lover stays over the mountains

My lover stays across the ocean

My lover stays in a forest land

Driving the cowherds and leading the calves

My lover is so beautiful,  playing the

Raagas of evening and dawn

My lover is soul binding

His music is so spellbinding

He weaves the winds into canvas of colors

The winds turn into prayers of hundreds

Of almighty wonders protecting the thousands of atmas, blending his music into their lives,

My lover can come or go when he wants

He is an endless time traveler!

He sings from his heart and breaths in music, out of every barren soul with holes all over and making it live forever,

Even though the lifesap is dried out,

Even though the body is left scorched and there are holes all over that are tuned

Because of their love for one another!

My lover is a young muraliwala

So He is my kaandha kisna, one and only

Lover of all Humans or any beings, O He loves everyone who offer their hearts!

He is in all life forms or lifeless, except He does not like if you take Him for granted! 

O Divine Krishna, Mine!

It hurts me to know

That you are gone away

Leaving us all alone,

Pining for Your Mohana murali dhun

Seeking Thine divine presence,

In the empty River Yamuna shores

Under every Kadam tree at Brindavan!

I wish my heart was the lute

For you to play the raagas

On this moonlit night

As the white lilies fragrance

Fills up the garden with

Such a mellow aroma that

Only Raag Yaman my love

Would reveal Your sweet love

Reverberating the air with

Your love flowing through

Your lotus lips as You

Play me Krishna, as though

I am your Sarangi,

Not a string sings

Since you left us, but listen

In every minute where do I

Hear these notes so melodious!

Is that You Krishna,

Singing silently in my heart!

O Kaunsi Raaga, Krishna mine!

As though my heart is moaning

In Your sweet melody devine!

Of Fossils, Pyramids and Then Some!

Do you see them lives,

floating over the labyrinth

of time immemorial?

Or until one day,

Their existence may remind one

Of what life meant

And in the end, it is still a journey

to find and be found! Peekaboo!

Did they hunt, did they dive

Did they capture their

Prey of their hunger or lust?

Did they give light

To the fellows of their kind?

Or all they did was to

Spend each and every moment

In praising the worst of kind

And gathering unit by unit

Every rich they can fathom

And in the end did they just

Leave all in that grainery, just

So, their kind may plunder

On them riches, instead

Of praise any of their deeds..

Oh fleeting time, how I wish,

I can capture you in my heart

Relive each divine memory of

Larks and cuckoos full of life,

Parakeets and pisces of all colors,

Flowers in garden, rich with blooms

Of so many colors, shapes or fragrances,

Yet we know that time plays its number

On every one of them, waiting for one plant

To bloom its magnificent creation only to whither away the next moment,

Oh life there is no better art than you

Nor is there a story, more dramatic than you,

O Apsara, O Chetana O Kamini

Of what is left of life,

May you preserve your beauty

In thoughts and fill the earth

With more such miracles

Let the new rays of Sun,

Dawn a golden new morning

With heaven walking on earth or

Men seeking the heavens,

To rise against everything

That creates hurt in every life…

May that morning be here, now,

Waiting for you to allow

Your palm to release

The greatness in you!

Nay, Not Again!

May be your heart

Isn’t calling out His name

Deny His presence.

May be there isn’t

A reason to yell out within

Since you don’t see'em..

You'd always deny

His being or loving you

O ignorant one!

Denial's all one can?

Denying all imbalances,

Not that it matters.

 

हे परमात्मने नमः||

अकारस्याय अरविन्दलोचनाय नमोनमः|

उकारस्याय उत्फुल्ल पद्मपत्राक्षाय नमोनमः||

मकारस्याय मधुरापूरि जननाय नमोनमः|

श्रीकृष्णाय परमात्मने नमस्ते नमोनमः||

A Matter Of Fact

I can never thank you enough

For showing me how to see my life

I learnt to love all over again,

Learnt to live one more time,

Will love you forever, in my heart!!💐

Etherial Dwight!

Did it ever occur to you,

Thousands of years ago, we were walking

Hand in hand with the dust under your feet, that now is settled on your windshield or in the crevices of rich fibre on your precious Persian rugs in your living room..

Did it ever occur to you that what is born is gone, into  that residual dust, regenerating as a part of a plant, a fruit that gives vitality and may be born to you as your baby

Eons ago we were part of the star that you see in sky above,

Rising out of dust and pairing and un-pairing as molecules and yet finding time to melt our selves in an embrace, that can not be broken.. as a molecule of water, bonding with one another and mixing our love till eternity, we are that infinite beings which are no more than ether or a vapor; randomly wandering as if ions looking for their long lost mate, eager to bond again with the destiny of a match to offer although alluring, evading, inginuitely stable eight as you see those colorful Helium balloons, glittering Neon lights or Krypton head lamps on your Mercedes Benz, to the lives half lived as though Radon or brilliant and vanishing in a moment of glittering glory to nothingness as though some shady organizations luring people to riches, that fade away with their evading life to nothingness as if an ion of Oganesson…

Looking through those waters in a lake, reflecting the lights from stars above, that look pale as you shine brighter than Sun rays or so you would think, on a journey from stars to earth, showering the rains of His love as mother Ganges would roar over the Himalayan heights creasing her way to the ocean beneath into the labyrinth of some misfortune lives, that, never would have risen but for the Herculean effort of sage Bhagiratha,

Then again vanishing into thin air as if exhausted of being an earthly being as though life sustains through the mist, that is formed as the souls unite in the surreal dance of vapor forming millions of gallons of water to flow off the mountains and pastures and dried up lands and sand hills or snowy mountains and going through the eternal dance manifesting the nataraja as Krishna is dancing over the hood of Kaal naag, driving the voracious snake devouring the children and cattle away,  into the pith under the deep nadir, as He released His foot prints with the kindness of the sword

Would you then, have a human life, valued as though, a particle lesser than dust…

I hope not…

Whispering With Love

In The Willows Of The West

The cold November breeze

That brought about the winds,

Everything around left to freeze

Minds and souls never to find

How hard life can be,

To be the one in death

May be you never saw one

With all hopes, love and compassion

Never having a care in the world

How life is sucked out, silently

Not uttering a word or a hush

God may forgive us, burying

Our thoughts into vapors of dust

That would lay down as a disowned

For another million years to come

Then I would be reborn into

Your thoughts bringing you smiles

Of passion with compassion

And live once again in your sweetest love

Mother hold me tonight, in your thoughts

As you would miss me but in ether

We all are one no matter if I was in heart

Or ether, water or earth,

Rising as a distant star living through

Time, with a fire and zest to be born

Amongst us, the human spirit,

Untenable though it may seem, as a

Helpless sprout, look at how the tender

Tendrils hold on to life and sustain

That harsh blows from life, giving

Hope from despair and love to mankind.

 

As I leave the abundance of my energy, for the Universe to run,

Feel me my folks, as we are part and parcel of this

wide earth, space and beyond..

till eternity we are bonded

forever with our spirits united, love be thee!💐

 

Indeed You Are Mine

I can see you smiling

As you find me in your heart

I can hear you calling,

As you see me close by

I can feel you caring

Protecting me from the freeze

I can feel your exhaling

As you hold me close to your heart

I can find my rhythm in you

As your heartbeat rhymes with mine..

Like a breath of fresh air from a star in the heavens Krishna indeed your presence is divine,

Or why would you pick me up, so you could claim “you  indeed, are mine!”

While I look at you in awe offering nothing more than admiration,

Call me ‘mine’ not a dried leaf from vine,

Nor a speck of dust, fine;

“Indelibly, Mine”!💐💐💐

💐💐

A Talk With My Being

I like to remember something that we faced

We were young and the knowledge of you to me was like a closed window.

One day I saw something, that I did not understand

My new dress I wore for the first time was not clean.

I noticed it as I went to the rest room and called my grandma

She was there taking care of us as mom went to village.

She had to be at the farm as they were harvesting the new crop

Grand ma asked me to sit alone in a corner, until my mom arrived.

It was a huge restrictions and rules suddenly heaped on me.

Until morning I was happy go lucky,

Although it was supposed to be my maturing,

I hardly realized what it was, since in reality it was premenstrual pink show.

I discovered I didn’t know what you are until later

When I never even knew how to tie a carefree knot..

However, I learnt that being a girl growing up is

A gateway to rules and way is so restricted...

While mom, as always, is my guiding light holding the torch

Of her wisdom within, and ever since despite all,

Is a breakthrough to my being,

Learning to be a woman, that being, learnt

From the light of so many women of care and rare

Showing the path of life,

As I read through their works,

Whether watching them work,

Or reading through them works..

Although we faced umpteen things

We will remember whenever and if ever..

Since time is more precious

As we live each moment,

Together we can weave better moments

Even though we faced different things in our lives  

April Showers May Flowers

This moment

We are breathing

And Still alive

Thank heavens

We survived so far

Long way ahead

So until then

You keep on breathing

Being alive

Aum Tatsat

Idam jeevitham

Idam satyam