When the unexpected comes to life

Much wondrous awesomeness that does not appear to me even in my dreams
Comes to me in the form of kismet
Some awful foreboding unseen by me even in my worst nightmares
Comes to me in the form of my karma

The daytime, a reality experience unlike the night
Where ghastly grey nimbus collides with a polychromatic kaleidoscope
Kalesh (dissension) between exuberance and dread
A vigraha (conflict) of disruptive emotions
A tumultous melee, a maelstrom which I am struggling to live through

…for water always finds a way

My tears I can taste.
They taste of sadness.
Of overbearing loss.
Of intense disappointment. Hurt.
They taste of happiness. Gratitude.
Of being connected with the One.
Salty. Sweet. Bitter.
They taste of aloneness. 
Fear. Shame. Impotency. Despondency. Rage.
They taste of unbounded joy.
And a sense of achievement. 
Arrival.
And departure.
Sometimes, they erupt.
Spouting spontaneously and trickling south.
Sometimes shy,
moistness lying hesitantly quivering
within my lids.
They carry forth hitherto contained emotion.
Unbound constraints.
A passage from the heart
to the world of light.
Damp drops of unformed words.

DEVPRAYAG – THE JOURNEY

Ups and downs
Twists and turns
Zigs and zags
A long walk
Stairs to climb
Bridges to cross
A thirst to quench
To reach that destination

A rushing rapid
A calming stream
Converging at a confluence

How befitting
An apt personification of life itself

Implosion

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Thy Will Shall Prevail

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PRALAYA*

While under COVID lockdown, and on a walk, I came across this striking metal mural of Lord Shiva – the Destroyer. I thought it apt for days like these when the end of the world seems nigh. And here below is my poem inspired by it: Continue reading →

Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam

“The world is my family”, originally comes from the Upanishads, ancient Sanskrit tomes.
In this time of  a global pandemic and near-universal lockdown, it has salience in that we’re truly all in it together – East, West, rich, poor, black, white, brown, Hindu, Muslim, young, old – and the only way to overcome, recover, heal it is by forming a brotherhood.

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