When Thoughts Get Wings

"Some days when I am able to pick a pen and write, I know I have been blessed."~Savita

Welcome to my blog. In my quiet hours I seek to touch the depth of myself and my surroundings. My thoughts that take form of poetry are just the scratches on the surface of life as it reveals to me. Wrapped in a delicate veil of symbolism and ambiguity these verses and expressions also fulfill my desire to share a bit of my self with others. I hope reading them would be as enjoyable for you as writing them has been for me.

Thursday, July 4, 2013

Wisdom Of Time

Custodian of wealth become robbers
Protector of liberty
spy on liberties
God’s representatives can’t find God
Commander in chief is not a warrior
Minority tramples over majority
Leaders scratch their heads
Holding rule book of Democracy
Law of life supersedes all laws
Reality and idealism
Flawed concept of human mind
Rotate in sphere of time
Let spirit of time be your guardian
May the wisdom of time be upon you.

Friday, June 28, 2013

Love Ever Young

Love is never old

Like a wilted rose

It still spreads fragrance

Like a burning incense

Its aura is in the ashes

Like a baby's sweet smile

Upon mother's heart it lies

Even when apart in miles

Love is ever young

For the ones

Who care to love.

Monday, May 20, 2013

Siren Went Off

Siren went off
Tried to ignore it
afternoon was floating lazily
Curiosity for outside world at its lowest
still I thought
Tornado forming somewhere
this is the season
Oklahomans cross their fingers
Hold their hearts
And wait
where and what nature's wreath will bring
All watching the gray skies
hoping and praying .....
siren went off again and again
dark clouds were forming
Bright sunshine had disappeared
it was hard to ignore any more
I came out of bedroom and turned T.V.on
all local channels were active with Tornado news
a big swath of Oklahoma territory covered with bright red
Our town included in danger zone
I was all alert now
Trying to figure out which way it was coming
And where it was going
weathermen trying to keep up with the massive dark gray of sky
Moving, tightening slowly transforming in to grey tunnel
A moving messenger of death and destruction
Yet creating a thrill for storm chasers
I felt excitement building in my chest
it was far from us
Weather clock showed the time
It would be hitting Edmond soon
One fiftieth, one sixty four, hundred and seventy eight
Familiar street names repeated one by one
Clock was ticking
I looked at my innermost closet
We would need to hide!
the twister was ferocious
sky became all dark
Fierce wind hundred and fifty miles per hour
Commentators were shouting for people to take cover
I was amazed at the exact pinpointing of locations
How quickly it came and passed through our crossing street
Down the street it went crossing highway
the fear, the thrill, the anticipation
All building and subsiding faster than I could think
but we were spared
a sigh of relief passed through my lips
It passed next town and then next town
Before touching down
Uprooting trees
Tossing houses and trailers
Like Lego blocks
Twisted metal, wood, bricks
Clothing, sofa chairs
Scattered all around
Life was simply a pile of trash
we were spared but others were not so lucky
death and destruction was there with the blink of an eye
with horror and disbelief I watched the images on T.V.
the formidable power of Mother Nature
Against the sorrow and despair of humanity
how quickly life changes
Still we pick up the pieces and move on
building, helping, consoling each other
Such is the human resilience.

I started writing just to take my mind off.
as I write this another tornado has hit Oklahoma
A massive mile and a half black funnel
Leveling blocks and blocks of neighborhood
I am simply overwhelmed
Frozen and numb with disbelief
Pray for strength
O restless mind! Just pray for strength!

5.20. 2013

Sunday, April 7, 2013

Devotion

"All actions become ritual of worship when offered with love and devotion."

Devotion

I often ask my self what is devotion. Who should I be devoted to? I have been reading Bhagvad Geeta with the group. Lord Krishna often says my devotee comes to me. I wish I could put my faith in the phrase. Don’t we all go to Him? Even though I consider Lord Krishna an avatar, worship and pray to him with my entire heart still I do not know who am I praying to? Krishna the charioteer of life: Krishna the Cosmic Spirit or Krishna residing with in as my eternal self? It is interesting to read and note how Lord Krishna interchanges the word ‘I’ to address him, and also to address The Supreme self or the Self of all others in nature and universe. In other words devotion to one can be extended and interchanged with any one of them.

I have a small place set for prayer with various deity pictures, diya, water, incense and prayer books etc. and pray regularly. Mostly it is part of my routine with out much depth yet there have been times when I become aware of an emotion of deep reverence taking place in a moment of prayer. Some time it is just spontaneous, some time just part of routine and some time a sublime feeling needing an expression bursting as a soft prayer. It needs no receiver, object, or deity. The loving expression contained in prayer reflects peace, tranquility and harmony with in myself as well as around me. The entire world is of calm beatitude at that moment. I look at the little light of diya burning steadily and think our devotion is really to the burning of this little flame of life. It is built in all of us to burn in many shapes and forms. For some burnings are intense and move through turmoils and tribulations of life; for others it might be a little easy but we all are devoted to it in one way or other and we all are responsible to nurture a sense of devotion and for creating an atmosphere of peace and harmony with in us as well as around us.