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
Category: .writings
This Expansive Silence
What do I have in me that is of value, that I feel is worthy of being shared with the world? All that I feel is of value in me, a bouquet of thoughts and experiences, ever taking shape, ever fading away, some staying longer than others, they all distillate into a single feeling –… Continue reading This Expansive Silence
experiencing my self
There is a me who lives with me A very loyal companion Very kind and often quiet This me I can depend on to always be with me however I may feel, I may behave It will quietly sit with me No matter what is going on It will never separate from me This is… Continue reading experiencing my self
Can A Poem Be Lonely?
A poem can be about loneliness but can a poem be lonely? Yes. A poem is lonely if it is not read. A poem is lonely if it is not acknowledged. A poem is lonely if it wants to be read but does not give of itself to be read. Poems are often introverts. To… Continue reading Can A Poem Be Lonely?
Born for One Reason
Often when I encounter you
It seems to me that I was born
For one reason – to love you …
Experiencing Durga in Others
It is easy to be judgmental of the world and people around us. Often we have strong opinions – this is what he/she should do/think. Well then, so here we are. another very fertile opportunity.
Experiencing Durga Within
So here is an opportunity. Here is a way to actually experience Durga within. It is an opportunity specially because this feeling is so intensely personal and because when it occurs we experience it as a distinct sharp tinge. …
But The Colors Could Not See The Grand Picture
It is out of its inherent throbbing joy that white burst into a myriad colors. It is out of its inherent throbbing joy that the land danced and there were highs and lows. As the land was high and low, the colors flowed. And so a grand picture was formed. And the colors loved themselves.… Continue reading But The Colors Could Not See The Grand Picture
A Blob of Love
a blob of love
squiggly light …
right, wrong and neither
this is right and this is wrong
so you get four out of ten
try harder, come try again …