Invisible

Stepping back ward

In the world of memory

Here no hand can be touched

No cheek can be kissed

No joy can be relived

No pain can be shared

Those walking, talking, laughing faces

Sparkling eyes and tear stained cheeks

Wrapped in a shadowy curtain of time

I wander among them

Invisible

The Morning Walk

 Nice cool breeze of morning

Gentle sunshine spreading much needed energy

The weariness and lethargic mood crushed under light footsteps

The morning with all its richness and vigor was mine to enjoy

After walk I stood in my back patio to do some stretching

With each stretch I felt the breath, the light breeze, the tweeting birds and the presence of green trees and blue sky.

As I eased myself into slow motion and even breathe

Still aware of words and thoughts taking shape in mind

Something happened

Just a moment or rather a split moment of distinct awareness

The flow of breath, the noise of gentle wind, the movement in blue sky

The words shaping my thoughts were lost or coalesced in to one existence

Strangely I was fully aware of that harmony

Mind experienced a still moment that could easily have gotten lost in the chain of thoughts

But it didn’t

Instead it left a powerful and intense impression

A sort of meditative sense of unity

It disappeared as quickly as it appeared

The next moment consciousness returned to duality

The first thing I felt or heard was the air in my nostrils

Next the breathing, the gentle breeze, the commotion of morning

The conversational mind, all were back

The world in front of me

With all its multiplicity and diversity was beautiful and real

And so was the joy of every day life.

The Ocean

Have you ever stood by the ocean at sunset?

When the wind is calm and an orange glow kisses the grey waters.

The tranquil surface deceives its agitated undercurrent.

Have you heard the shrieking waves hitting the jagged rock?

It sounds more or less like cries of tormented heart

Hitting the palms curled up around trembling lips.

Have you ever felt the burning sand under your feet?

Like desire burning through pores of lovers’ body.

The abrasive wet sand feels as heavy

As a heart torn apart in deceit.

I dig my fingers deep in water to feel the cold, mushy lumps

And watch it being swept away in the sea.

Shard of some sultry memory creates a lump in the throat

I let it slip away with sand.

Ocean is the confidant and dossier of all

The waves, the sand, the light, the pain

The memories.

Silver Moon Of May 2012

So I woke up just before midnight, little bit sweaty and warm, a blessing in disguise. Rest less with night’s heat and unable to sleep I remembered that tonight’s full moon was going to be closest to earth for this year. So I came out to watch it. Coming from backyard door its first partial sighting was among the cluster of tress. An unsurpassed beauty lending its charm to tree branches from behind the veil. Warm breeze giving the dark leaves a gentle shake and hiding it from my view. I watched the moon’s play of hide and seek for few seconds. Just then hearing the noise of door opening my son who was getting ready to bed called upon me and turned on the back yard light. Not wanting to disturb the neighbors or the view I called on him to turn the lights off before moving further on drive way and to sidewalk to have a better glance. Each step brought me closer to the anticipated beauty of its full view. I walked slow not wanting to skip any emotion or feeling of longing, anticipation or excitement arising in my heart.  Finally I stopped at the sidewalk beholding the gorgeous moon with its misty glow. The silver moon with its soft milky halo bestowing its calm showering of love and solace all around me on the quiet neighborhood street. Just then few young people walked past on their bikes. I guess I wasn’t the only one wanting to enjoy that gorgeous moon on that warm, breezy, spring night. Just then my son joined me and we stood together watching the moon. I asked him to get some picture but he declined. After all full moon comes every month, some time even with a much more gorgeous view! After a while he went back in. In silence I thought of my second son. With midnight passed it was his birthday today. This is the first time I remember his birthday falling so close to full moon. He is very fond of photography too. I just wondered if he was looking at the moon and taking pictures. Moon and my son, both were at a distance yet close enough to bring joy to my heart and touch me in my thoughts. Standing there I sent my silent birthday wishes to him and went back to get my camera. My simple picture would be enough for myself to preserve this moment. As I took few pictures I noticed the puddle of water on sidewalk. Usually it annoys me to see water collecting in front of my house after rain or from sprinkler system but today I was glad to notice it as the moon was shining in that little puddle with all its charm. The light breeze created gentle ripples and the moon sparkled in there. No big lakeshores, no endless stretch of oceanfront, just some shallow water glistening with moonlight. Nature’s beauty falls upon everything and brightens every speck with its grace. I took few pictures knowing fully that it would never match the magic of that moment. Still… I stood there a little longer before going back in to fall asleep and have the moon and its milky glow shimmer upon my conscious all night.