Stood below a banyan tree in the vicinity
On a cloudy night where lightning flickered
I envisaged the lighting across the street
Adorned to welcome the festival of light
And the wail of the newborn shrilled the air.
The roots set to bond deep
Through tap roots and prop roots
Offering to nourish and nurture
Nature leads and instincts act
And a mother is born.
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Petals shed from the vase
Layer of bright and grey.
Fresh jasmine garlands on the deity
Perfumed the pale and stale.
A whiff of hot coffee lingered in the air.
“So what?”
Said the bored youngster.
But,
Fragrance or aroma?
Stagnancy or permanency?
The wind changed direction.
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I sing to you
The song I have learned
The mantra that saw many generations
Words in Your praise
I sing in devotion.
I sing to you
Today the song that I feel deep within
Never heard before phrases but a mantra,
Words thanking you and meant only for You
I sing in devotion.
I sing to the Goddess of knowledge.
*On the occasion of Vijaydashmi festival. In the Southern state of India, Kerala, Vijaydasmi is considered an auspicious day for initiation of learning.
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I wish I could steal a few moments from life…
Never having seen a delicate life so close to hold;
Green, fresh as the rain washed leaf;
Silvery, enchanting as if an angel
On earth with a message.
“Touch me not,” she fluttered as long as her wings could take;
Choosing to sit on my feet, as long as she decided to have me.
A day had gone by in admiration.
The next day of hope was all about me;
Just another living being,
In search of the beautiful being.
I wish I could steal a few moments from life….
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