All This Is Verily Brahman

Some days when I am able to pick a pen and write

I know I have been blessed

It is a blessed hour when night is quiet and the air is still

The tranquil mind is nurtured by flow of thoughts-

The thoughts that are messenger of love and peace

And create a longing to be one with stillness.

My body, mind and soul seek to be one
With my surroundings in silence.

I do not have answers to all the questions

But in this blessed hour just want to bow in humility

And pray to you my Lord!

In the boundaries of perception with limits of my senses

I seek the threshold of your existence in my thoughts.

Grant me this joy of flowing thoughts,
And teach me to be content in listening to my voice of gratitude,

Just the way I would be happy sitting by the river,
Listening and watching the flow of cold water.

In that moment of calmness
Your blessings are showered alike,

Upon the flowing water of river,

Upon the night sky full of stars,

Upon the soft magical breeze
And upon me and my thoughts.

Invitation

To say that I do not get hurt is to say that I am not human

To say that I do not feel your pain is to say that some invisible thread does not connect you and me

To say that I am mysterious, that you know nothing about me is to say that you really have never tried to know me

I may not be an open book but I have pages waiting to be read.

To say that I have no time is to say- I have no desire or inclination to be with you.

To say that I don’t understand you or I am not at ease with you is to say that I am not willing to come out of my comfort zone-

Still if you knock on my door I would greet you with a silent smile.

My silence is unimposing and my smile is an invitation

Come! Let us find some thing to share about even in silence.

Lessons of Life

Fate brought me to foreign land to teach what love of Motherland meant.

Death of my ailing mother taught me what it means to loose some one.

Grieving alone taught me how to stand-alone on rough terrains of life.

Birth of a child taught me how precious life is.

Laughing through my tears taught me that pain and pleasure are weaving threads of life.

Loosing my heart to you taught me what is to be gained in love.

Watching you walk past me with out looking taught me what heartache is.

Silence taught me the magic of unspoken words.

Being with my thoughts taught me I was never alone.

Picking a pen taught me the joy of writing.

Loosing that pen taught me the despair of a helpless person.

At every phase of life I lost something to know what it is to have something.

Empty Nest

Drifting in the regions of mind deeper and deeper

Encountering untouched and unexplored thoughts

Rising and falling like sand dunes of Sahara.

I imagine myself alone in the desert

Watching nervously at horizon the edge called year 50^th

The sights of endless sand like the sight of my fears and hopes.

Empty nest has left me scrambling and stumbling like a little child

At an Easter egg hunt.

Obsolete patterns of life

Leveled by the whirling wind of time.

I tap the substratum for a new mosaic.

Sorting impressions like

Retrieving water from a soaked kitchen sponge.

Recycled thoughts springing back with a squeeze.

Yes I am a drifter in the world of shapes and thoughts and forms

Trying to hold on to something

Because standing alone is hard.