Glimpses of Past

Collaged in memory

A beautiful painting of the memoirs

All the moments of revisit

Captured in those eyes

Turned into glistening reflections

so tender and so pure

The chakra of energy/karma

The potential stability longs to establish its presence 

By scattering itself into Dynamism

The dynamic energy craves to maintain its essence 

By composing itself into the Potentialism

The duel of the reflections begins with the aim of achieving dominance.

Yet the two get engaged forever till they restore the life balance.

Momentary Confusion

 I wished to change the past

Alas! It did not last

I wished to shape the future

Alas! I did not have it either

All I had was the moment

of the Present...

So, I wished to acknowledge my presence

but the moments were constantly changing their grammar tense

oh!!! the momentary confusion was really intense

That made me question my persistence

about my  existence

so, I laughed at self

and told myself

Not to feel breathless

Because only the breath is endless😄

Is there and Difference between You and Me

 Is there and difference between You and Me 

Is the difference what the eye can see

Am I really what you can perceive

Or is there an invisible me behind me

What you can see is vanquish-able

To vanquish the invisible is impossible

As the material body is born to change

But the eternal breath is not born to change

It exists from times unknown

To exist for ever with its forms un-shown

Is Your Blood Blue

 The child in the street corner

Is no different from yours

The man shivering in the hut

Is no different from you

Their tummies may touch their spine

Their faces may be sunken

Your belly may be filled with wine

You may be a lord of a dozen

They can no doubt be called economically poor

You are no doubt financially rich

Your mansion may be full of treasure

Your living could be nothing but a pleasure

But,

All these riches are what you have 

And not what you are

And make you no different from what they are

As their dry lips can also smile

Just the way you do

Their blood is still the colour red

The same colour when you bleed

unless your blood is blue.

The Difference

 A child being reared in his mother's lap

While another lying half dressed on the floor

A child cuddles into cushions

And the other sleeping on hard core

Hear the cries of a child under the roof

While another silently weeps

Maybe just outside your door

Just look around

They both are true

They both are innocent

Their tears are for the same reason

Yet the world sees a difference that grows more and more

A eleven year old plays with a colourful stick

His only beautiful magic wand

Another carries a crown of brick 

On his small head

The boy down the street can buy a pencil and a book

While the boy in the book shop who keeps the book

Can only gaze and look

A girl in the pink robe

Owns a pretty Barbie

While another, maybe younger 

Sells the same for a penny

Their eyes also want to dream

Their heart is a clear as the stream

Their lips also smile the same way

Yet the world sees a difference

That grows more and more

Revisiting Robert Frost's 'The Road not taken'

 

We all grew up reading 'The Road Not Taken' by the famous Poet, Robert Frost, though at the time of learning it most of us really never understood the depth of it.

There were two roads in the woods. Both of them looked fair enough but the poet made a decision to chose one over the other. After a lot of thinking, he took the road that appeared to be better....And yes that lead further to the other roads. Mid-way he felt whether he should go back to take the other road.... but...  The unending journey definitely consumed years.

we too make decisions thinking, that perhaps it is the best. The choices though made by us are laid down by life in front of us. We make the choice that we feel is the best for future but the choice is made based on the life situations in hand at the very moment. Yet man is not satisfied... and is still stuck with the ifs and buts.... well at this stage of life when I look back, life is beautiful when we realize that we made it. Its beauty lies in its minute perfections and minute imperfections that make it uniquely different from another life.

The Rainbow festival 🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈

The Rainbow Festival Or The festival of Colours 

Yes, The famous Indian festival Holi... is the festival of Colours... I'd like to call it the 'Rainbow festival'

Just like the many festivals celebrated in India, Holi too has cultural, mythological as well as a spiritual Significance. White is considered as the symbol of purity. THE WHITE LIGHT BREAKS UP INTO A SPECTRUM OF WAVELENGTHS OR RATHER PUT IT THIS WAY... IT IS A COMBINATION OF MANY VARIED COLOURS EACH WITH ITS OWN WAVELENGTH AND FREQUENCY..... JUST LIKE THE HUMAN BEINGS, THEIR EMOTIONS, THEIR LIFE SITUATIONS AND RELATIONS.

Holi is yet another indian festival of harvest and colours.  The harvesting in different regions of india occurs at different time phases of year..due to the regionally differing indian climate. Holi marks the end of winter almost completely in North India. Indians joyfully celebrate with colours such that the day appears to be painted with a rainbow of colours.

 Why play with colours? .... The play with colours is a mere significance that has been long lost... the colours signify the different phases and emotions of life and man. Playing and enjoying the colours on Holi  signifies that one must accept, balance and enjoy all the colours of life equally... It has a more spiritual significance which is- balance of life is more important than enjoying the more merrier phases or colours of life. Life is a bundle, a package and a colourful rainbow. Each colour gives significance to the other and each shade does the same, without either, neither of the various colours have any existence or meaning. It symbolises that the one who joyfully accepts and embraces the various moments of life without resisting, is the one who truly lives or exists. it is the victory of happiness and bliss over the evils of sorrow and sadness.

In the olden times more natural colours were used but with advancing age of chemicals and techology man has tended more for artificial means of making not just colours but many more things.

Colours, so many with shades so varied,

To chose just one is a difficult task indeed!

To Colour any of your day,

Be it ordinary or a special day.

I would say,

Chose not just one

But all the shades that glitter under the sun.

Though some may be dark and others sober,

Though each one is different from the other...

yet the balance all together.

Just like a Beautiful RAINBOW 

🌈🌈🌈🌈🌈

The World in and as the Mirror

Today I want to share my poem written about 22 years ago... somehow never put it up in the blog earlier.

I looked into the mirror and smiled at it,

I could see a world with many bright things in it.

The people were so simple and very neat'

All spoke politely and were so sweet.

The evergreen trees were so high,

To reach the clear, bright sky.

Indeed the azure was calm

And the vast oceans beneath were warm.

The leaves shone under the sunlight

And the blossoms added to their delight.

It was a world so pretty and bright, 

Free from all malice and fight.

A bliss none could deny.

I again looked into the mirror and frowned at it.

I could now see a whole new world in it.

The people looked so different.

Their attitude was so distant.

Their sweetness had faded. 

An emptiness had evaded.

Each one looked down upon the other

With ego and dis-honor

Each one complained of the world's ill-manner.

Yet forgot they made the world and its flavor.

Ah! What a pity,

The world was neither bright nor pretty.

It was a world full of lust, pride and jealousy.

A tear rolled down my from my eye.

Now a vague image started to appear

In the same mirror

It was me, only me

I could now clearly see

There was no world,

There were no people

It was only my smile, 

It was only my frown,

That brightened my world and also brought it down.

I laughed at myself

As it was only me in the mirror all the while.

 

 

The line that was longer than mine

hey all, 

It has been a while, that I felt like writing something.. probably lost myself, lost my thoughts... life definitely brings us back to them. 

As a child I grew up hearing... whenever you are sad or upset about something, always draw your troubles as a line and look for someone with a longer line.. or rather more troubles. Life gives us many opportunities to grow, live, care and share.... we all lose... losses are again of different kinds.... 

Yet, we look at the world from only a single perspective of our eyes... just take time to single out and sit in the midst of your family, friends, office, acquaintances or even strangers, your country ... just watch them, try to know them and observe... then just close your eyes and weigh all their troubles against yours.... the world suddenly seems huge but again your world seems to be a tiny speck... draw lines, the length of each line would be based on different issues.... we suddenly realize that the world is and people are reeling from far bigger ,also unknown and unheard troubles.... You might realize that against their lines ,,  yours might be smaller, or may be it is just a dot or you haven't even started drawing.

Yes all of us are in problems, probably because we are looking at them.... but just draw your line of troubles against someone else's line of troubles... I bet each of us would end up with smaller lines.... 

.... The line .....that was longer than mine....

tit bits

Every dwelling Self in this world is worthy in its own way... but the moment one gets mesmerized with this worth... the self is lost

Never Use Trust To Misuse It

Change is an Inevitable Reality, Whether it is For Good or Otherwise is determined by its reception.

Perfection in Life is a Balance..... Balance the Facts to Perfect the act

Never Complain of the Path that Leads to your destination.... Coz... Paths are not made out convenience but they are carved out of Perseverence

Every event in life has a time and place....
work towards it....and... let the time place the event at its own pace

We live with  Hope.... a hope that tomorrow will be better.... Let us Live with a Contentment ..... A contentment that needs No Tomorrow

Silently the Silence crept in.... it seemed to be more sane than any noise

Don't Cocoon me inside your Desires, Ambitions and Expectations., I exist with you always........... always your HAPPINESS

Let them

Thoughts …. Rumbling through… tumbling through…

over and over… over each other
….just like the waves.

Thoughts…. wondering about…wandering about…. 

Over and over… all around each other
…. Just like the wind.

Thoughts….. trickling through …. peeping through……….. 

playing around the clouds…
....just like the sun rays.

Let them flow, for they are meant to flow.
Let them blow, for they are meant to blow.
Let them glow, for they are meant to glow.

let them, just let them and enjoy the bliss.

Fixing everything

Today morning my son asked me ' amma does jai hanuman fix everything', I smiled at him and said... if you try he will definitely fix everything.... but really true.. in this space of time and life... everything is actually fixed as it is... in its own unique way... whatever we name it as good or bad, right or wrong, probably, it is just us trying to change the fixed.... really to fix it??...this was my food for thought today... as a mother I am reliving every bit of life again in a changed new way... with a changed new understanding... as I always say.... my little mentor is my great mentor. 

Change

change is a caterpillar turning into a butterfly
change is going on to be more colourful
change is creation of a new life
change is the birth of a new generation
not that something new is a change but change is always new...
change is always a refreshment be it outside or within one
change is a beauty that compares to no-one
change is a cycle that accepts to repeat itself
change is an acceptance that makes life more simple
change is simply the most magnificent
change is a smile with a new meaning
change is an innocence that wins everyone
change is a wisdom that is so powerful
change is a pace that races none
.......an inevitable permanence 

recreating science needs understanding of its core knowledge, understanding science needs wisdom,.... what is science; it is everything