Give to me a steady stream Give to me your words I pray Take me to a place of joy Tell me what you have to say. So we rest, all three of us You and me and readers too In a place of fulfillment Give your words a-ringing true. Sing your song, take me… Continue reading A Letter To My Boss
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Raavan wasn’t interested in Sita – not in the slightest
It was a personal duel between me and my teacher. She did not view it as such. My high-school teacher most probably was not even thinking of me. She was just doing her job, setting a Physics paper for the final exams. I stayed up the whole night studying, preparing. Not out of tension, not… Continue reading Raavan wasn’t interested in Sita – not in the slightest
A Letter To Separation
Dear Separation, you have filled my heart with a glow, a subtle saffron sliver on my tongue… How might it be if he were here? I do not know. Dear Separation, I swim in you. A moment fresh as lime, then — a teal damp peaceful pain… How might it be if he were here?… Continue reading A Letter To Separation
I did not pray for your good health
When a loved one is unwell and far away, and we are clueless of what he/she is going through, unable to be of any help – I did not pray For your good health, I prayed that I experience What you’re going through. Just so I know. Just so that I can Be with you.… Continue reading I did not pray for your good health
Thank you Albert
I finished reading Writing As A Path To Awakening by Albert Flynn DeSilver yesterday night. Even while reading it I had felt driven to contact the author and thank him – and so I did. He requested me to post a review on Amazon. So I sat down today morning to keep my word. This… Continue reading Thank you Albert
the center within is still intact
Now A Tiger
Long was the winding queue, In it standing was an urchin – Empty mind an’ empty tummy Waiting for his lowly luncheon. Mind nibbling empty mind, Tummy pinching at the tummy, And our urchin in the heat Standing for a morsel grummy. Suddenly a lighting bolt Struck our little hapless lad – Suddenly he ran away… Continue reading Now A Tiger
कण कण में व्याप्त मैं भी
कण कण में व्याप्त मैं भी, तेरे संग गुफाओं में, हवाओं में, तेरे संग सागर में, शिलाओं में, तेरे संग शरीर की शिराओं में, तेरे संग केश कोशिकाओं में, तेरे संग कण कण में नर्तन करती, तेरे संग पतन में, उत्थानों में, तेरे संग आंधी औ तूफानों में, तेरे संग कीचड़ खलिहानों में, तेरे संग… Continue reading कण कण में व्याप्त मैं भी
A Different Durga For This Mahishasur
He just sat there receiving all the arrows I was unleashing at him. “I don’t like you,” I said, in no uncertain terms. I had been feeling such distaste, such dislike for him that I would not even look at him at the dining table. After a few days of receiving this treatment, he asked… Continue reading A Different Durga For This Mahishasur
I Have Many Mothers
Hindi is my Devaki, English is my Yashoda. Marwari is my grandma, Bengali, my maasi-maa (mother’s sister) — and Sanskrit is my great-grandma. Each of them, in their own way, have nurtured me. They all have a very significant place in my life. All the languages of India, indeed all the languages of the world… Continue reading I Have Many Mothers