Inner Child

 It's easy to love.

Easy to believe.

Easy to leave.

Easy to hurt.

Easy to wallow.

What's not easy,

Is to remind yourself

To liberate

The inner child,

Shunned away from

Life.

A New World

The veil lifts up

As Life takes on the centre stage

A conflagrant chariot gallops through the starry canvas

Illuminating a golden universe.

Orion towers above- scattering stars

On every drop of dew.

Liberated mornings

Await in anticipation

To lose their souls

As the shimmery grains of yellow, red and blue

Glisten the feathers

Of our winged friends.

Dry leaves orchestrate

A sublime scenery

Across the desolate cityscapes.

Whirlwinds of cloud,

Slither through the sandscapes,

Coalescing into the waves.

A world, anew,

Yet so ancient and familiar,

The green and blue,

The orange and yellow,

The white and grey-

As clear as the skin of a new-born!

Threads of green sew through the landscape-

A new age is born.

Mirage of promises

Disintegrates;

While a new morning

Rises from its ashes.

(Lockdown 2020, India)

I am not God

I am not god.
My mortal self gets afflicted by the dregs of society.
I bear my crown of thorns with neither levity nor forbearance.
I get dissipated with time
Yet I wake up anew- a cutting edge creation.

I am rhythm in sleep
Silent in commotion
Constant in chaos.

I am not god.
I hurt
I get hurt
I break and get broken.
I slither in pain when innocence gets stabbed brutally.

I am not god.
I create and take life
But I can't hug the soul.

I am not god.
I am a droplet in God's ocean
A grain in His sand scape
The smallest wave in His sea.

His train of thoughts
Our mankind.

(2 May 2014)

School

I always believe that life is nothing but the greatest educational institution 🏫 where we learn the greatest lessons. Some lessons we get at the first go. With some others, we keep struggling, make mistakes till we reach a point when we have successfully internalised the lessons.

Every experience is our subject or discipline or stream of study. And my experiences are through encounters; encounters with others but mostly with myself. Irrespective of the stretch or intensity of the encounter, it has always dinned something into me: lessons no brick and mortar institute has ever been able to.

The toughest and the most trying 'encounters’ have hammered the greatest​ lessons. The daunting, the enervating, the crippling ones, where 'giving up' or abominating seemed easier…those added the heaviest weights on my scales of life.

Such encounters crack open avenues in the mind; some plates in the soul shift to reposition themselves; questions start etching indelible marks on your belief system- you transform!

Ours is one such encounter that has left me bemused and bewildered. Reasons and rationale got defied and busted. Questions had no answers. Emotions gurgled like water. Words with actions, feelings with responses: none seemed to connect but everything made sense, ONE sense. Of oneness. Inexplicable, a surreptitious mystery brew inside.

How do I love thee?

Why do I love thee?

On the final day of this school, answers will be revealed, alongside a rating for my performance. I shall come to you then to compare scores, to check if we went wrong with the same questions, to match which of our answers were similar.

Till then, I will love supremely and unabashedly, profoundly and unconditionally. Let this unarmed truth be the only guiding light of this reality and beyond.

Dear Love

I have always been a person who craved for love all her life. Not the kind of love stories that we bump into every now and then. Not the kind of love that is overrated and cliched. But, a love so fierce that it can move mountains. I fell in love more than once, several times if I may add. And I have no qualms in accepting that in front of you. Every time I felt that it is not possible to love any further and deeper, my love increased manifold and defied my preconceived notions about myself. But not every story is THE story of your life.

When I stopped anticipating love to come my way in its purest form, I bumped into you. Although inconceivable to mere mortals, soulmates did traverse lifetimes to meet each other. Your eyes opened doors locked away for generations. I kissed your soul. We discovered our wheels that rotated in sync and radiated an insurmountable aura. As I took the leap of my lifetime by plunging into your soul, frothy seas parted making way for us. I do not remember any longer how far we walked hand-in-hand. Every speck of moment was a reminder: This is a walk of a lifetime. Guard it. Preserve it.
And so started our walk to remember.

I have traded my soul with yours, with all its frenzy, burnt edges, scars and stars, pangs and pain. I met myself, at last, in its purest and naked form. You dug me out from my slumber. You gave birth to ME. Bowing down and touching your feet, is all I wanted to do in that moment of Revelation.

Your multi-polarity widened my horizons. My existing beliefs and engraved systems got busted. You scraped me out of my den and an indomitable uproar broke out from the deepest trenches of my existence. We lived all our past lives in our eyes, in all our forms and shapes, with all our lessons, pillaging our vices, evolving into ethereal beings.

Ripping our souls apart, we sailed through the stream of love. As I lacerated through the waves with you, my heart thumped so strongly I feared onlookers would see it beat through my clothes. Our eyes spoke novels in silence; primeval memories reminded of our long lost abode: we housed each other since the birth of eternity. Nothing has ever been or ever will be more veritable.

You were the only dream that awakened my soul into mysticism. All the addictions of life and living that we so dearly cling on to: rage and jealousy, greed and hunger, fail to enshroud our basic wealth. In your dazzling brilliance, dark clouds floated away that had blocked the inner sunshine for eons. They do not usher storm any more, but 'colour my sunset sky'.


With Love,
Love.

To LOVE, With Love

All these years, I carved myself to perfection. I chiseled and sharpened my soul to be deserving of you. Of your profound love. Profound in its multi-polarity, in its infinite multi-dimensions. Fervent in its divinity. Love that is esoteric and enigmatic.

My yester years provided me with the incubation that crafted me with pain and solitude. I endured it all in anticipation of your sacred chalice. My stars have counted every moment of this interlude. The wait is over finally. I can feel the music play in full throttle now. I kissed my alignment with your entity to be ONE.

Lend your ears to the universe that rejoices our unification. Smolders and stars sprinkle flames in union. The sun kisses his newly wed moon. Scattered showers of their warmth pour on us. The celestial orbits come close with magnified gravity.

God's children are in harmony at last.

Yuletide of Love

I spent all these years carving myself to perfection. I chiseled and sharpened my soul to be deserving of you. Of your profound love. Profound in its multi-polarity, in its infinite multi-dimensions. Profound in its divinity. Love that is esoteric and enigmatic.


My yester years provided me with the incubation that crafted me with pain and solitude. I endured it all in anticipation of your sacred chalice. My stars have counted every moment of this interlude. The wait is over finally. I can feel the music play in full throttle now. I kissed my alignment with your entity to be ONE.


Lend your ears to the universe that rejoices our unification. Smolders and stars sprinkle flames in union. The sun kisses his newly wed moon. Scattered showers of their warmth pour on us. The celestial orbits come close with magnified gravity.


God's children are in harmony at last.


Merry Christmas Love.