Suck away at the mango of life. Suck away at its pulp. Drink in every drop of its juice with awareness. Grate your teeth in its reshaa and on the guthlee. Take in the bliss. And steeped in joy, fulfillment and gratitude, with every ounce of life having been sucked, fling it away at the… Continue reading Suck Away At The Mango
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Leave What You Left
Unwind. Leave what you left. Pebbles of residue Clutter the desk. This here Right now Fresh as dew Immerse in the Universe Wonder anew You, the eternal child Wise in your innocence I hold me in Love tender true
Beauty is Everywhere. Sitting Quietly, Waiting To Be Seen.
“How do you define beauty?” my friend asked. “I don’t. I experience it”, I answered. That still is the best I can say – I don’t define beauty, I experience it. Nevertheless, I see her question as gently asking “tell me more about beauty”. Beauty emerges from the womb of awareness. Beauty is a seeing.… Continue reading Beauty is Everywhere. Sitting Quietly, Waiting To Be Seen.
Where Are You?
You touched me And I crumbled Into powder at your feet And you are nowhere to be seen That powder waits for you again Touch me again Build me anew And you are nowhere to be seen A God does not just vanish so Hiding there behind a screen The smoke is rising Of incense… Continue reading Where Are You?
No Longer Scared of My Mind
Life and this world is beautiful and wondrous. Actually, how would I know. The only thing I ever experience really is the vast wondrous universe of my mind. Even if I get up and go somewhere – to some other city, country whatever – the only thing I am experiencing is my mind and all… Continue reading No Longer Scared of My Mind
The Guide And The Demon
Write *because* you are depressed. Write precisely because self-confidence is romping in the deep dark negatives. Even if you have nothing to say, write because you want to feel connected to yourself, your guide… There is a guide and companion in me who is a friend. He has never failed me. There is also a… Continue reading The Guide And The Demon
Riding on Amazing Technology
A piece of writing has to be about something. But why? I and my wrist just like going for a trot on paper, riding on a pen. Some like to have an array of shoes, some, an array of cars. I cherish the array of textures of pen moving on paper. My favorite being smooth,… Continue reading Riding on Amazing Technology
Unnecessary Happiness
“I am a solidarity person”, she said. What a beautiful thing to say and be! I had rung her up only because I needed to hug someone. When I am feeling “unnecessary happiness”, my natural way to express it is to hug someone. Normally my Mom is the recipient of these hugs. She is used… Continue reading Unnecessary Happiness
Jeevan Deep
Jeevan Deep there is a light burning in me in the darkness burning bright calm steady in the storm. not triumphant; conquered, no – this light of my being brightens up the world. through drops of water sunrays filter forming a rainbow many-hued and these rays onto the earth make flowers bloom of many hues… Continue reading Jeevan Deep
An unusual friendship with a zinda-dil lady
There is a lady in Udupi who happened to be my maid there. We also happened to become friends. We used to go around together – she, her daughter and son (if he was in town) and I, sometimes to the beach, or Venugopal temple, or Manipal Lake, or Domino’s Pizza. Piggybacking on my friendship… Continue reading An unusual friendship with a zinda-dil lady