"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.

Wednesday, August 8, 2018

Corrupt Leaders


Corrupt leaders will bring a 
Country down faster than
Honest ones can rebuild it.

One who has no ethics to follow
And believes all is justified in 
Love and war-
Wins neither love of a heart 
Nor victory over countrymen.

A sad and painful saga of moral decay 
Unfolds to destroy a society when
Vice takes over virtue.

8. 6. 2018

Sunday, August 5, 2018

Origin Of Word God

In substance a much adored or abhorred 
Praised or criticized is the word God. You 
May recall your faith or logic in justification 
For your much valued path of emancipation.

Now to put all this path controversy aside
Not siding with any belief to that you abide.
Here is some interesting information complied,
To you, just for the sake of curiosity supplied.

God- The English word is identical
With Good- The  Anglo- Saxon word 
So the divine goodness is praised
Where ever the word is spoken or heard.

Some believe to be touched by it in heart
Walking angles they become of sort.
Searching deep something else was found when
Walking back to word’s Indo-European house.

Its related ancestor form ‘Hu’ meant ‘ Invoked One’
Found in most ancient Sanskrit scripture Rigveda.
Puru-huta and Ahuti the two words related to it, used
In Yagna to make devotional offering to Supreme Being.

Invoking Supreme Being In a ritual worship may
Mark word God of Pagan origin disliked by many
But the essence none the less is of strong benefit
To receive God’s grace for all humanity as plaintiff.

No matter what name we give to our deity
Or how we adore It at our place of worship
The prayers we offer must be sincere adoration 
Filled with love and affection for his creation.

To me God is the Great Omnipotent Doer
Residing in each and every cell of Nature
Working through each of us for higher purpose 
In evolution of time It or sh/e is an Absolute Eternal.

Sanskrit- Considered the most ancient of all Indo-European languages.
Rigveda- Most ancient book of Sanskrit language.
Yagna- an ancient Vedic fire ritual for invoking God’s grace still prevalent in Hindu ways of worship.


Inspiration for this poem came from an article I read long time back

Saturday, July 28, 2018

Let Winter Snowflakes Fall In Summer

Once in a while let the imagination run wild
Next to being silly it is the best solution
For an Imprisoned soul's nifty restitution.

From the narrow confines of human body
Let your mind take the flights of sonic boom
Upon the purple fancy's plumage gaudy.

Let Big Bang splash rays of violet
Upon the world of its own making
To grow mushrooms for rainbow hacking.

Brew your coffee under lightning while
Moon hides and giggles under sheets
And stars run to tingle the ivory ceiling.

Let winter snowflakes fall in summer
And sorrow's lava extinguish the ocean
In the game of life be a whimsical runner.

Best of all write for fun with no need to rhyme
And no need to excogitate
Let your mind be free and out of cage.

5.29.2018

Friday, July 27, 2018

Random Thought 49 (Morning Reflection)


World still charms me as much
As the unexplored caves of self.
Here between faith and reason 
Swings my heart and mind.

7. 18. 2018


Seeking For Unknown



In search of You I move around
The quest never seems to end.
A lost soul-
I am knocking on your door.

Worldly challenges I took
And accomplished what I could.
‘A little bit of everything
But a great deal of none.’

Emanating from various forms
And designs is your hidden face
Limited time I have to navigate
Through these million waves.

This seeking placed by You in human mind
Comes too in various forms and kinds
Evolves with nature’s demand 
On place and time.

What mattered yesterday 
Matters not today.
What matters today will soon 
Become a thing of past.

So I live with what matters to me most
A  day spent in peace reading poems.
It’s a day where search for You ends.
It has resemblance of Your hidden face.

7.14. 2018