Author: vani

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

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

मेरी कई माँ हैं

हिन्दी मेरी देवकी है, अंग्रेजी मेरी यशोदा। मारवाड़ी मेरी दादी-माँ है, बंगाली मेरी मासी-माँ। संस्कृत मेरी बड़ी दादी माँ हैं। इन्होंने सभी ने अपने अपने ढंग से मेरा पोषण किया है और मेरे लिए यह सभी अति-महत्वपूर्ण हैं। भारत की और विश्व की अन्य सभी भाषाएं भी मेरी मासी-माँ* हैं। मैं उनमे से कई को… Continue reading मेरी कई माँ हैं

An Ode To You

Dear Reader, this is an ode to you – *** The body may be hurting but you are as God created you. The Son of God cannot suffer — and you are The Son of God. You are Perfect because Perfection can only create the Perfect. You are Whole because the Whole can only create… Continue reading An Ode To You

The Lure Of Cacophony

What’s here is now invisible I search for life on internet. In this room and in this house, In this city I find nothing. For meaning I go to internet. To cacophonous thoughts that are More cacophonous than my mind I gravitate ― To find an end to loneliness, I turn towards the internet. To… Continue reading The Lure Of Cacophony