Some times break

Sometimes just break

softly, calmly, in lonely little corners

of the heart where the eyes don’t preen

words don’t preach

break into teeny weeny little pieces

of splinters scattering slithering

shining even in breakage

coz what can build without breaking

what can grow without the agony of growth

that sense of searing cruising in and out of every cell

when life is a state of thanksgiving

break, just break

gathering pieces of break-dom

to castle something unique

a few laughter here

a few sly back slaps there

does not dither what was meant to be great

so choose to break

in solitude

and recover in sunshine

straddling the world

in pride and power

reach out

turn around

wave a hand

and say cheerio!

here I come!

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Of too much work!

I like how work feels

lots and lots of it

that

it sort of breaks your back

yet keeps the spirits high

crunches every muscle

squeezes every sinew of its

last iota of strength

straining the very juice of life as it were

yet somehow creating an energy

unmistakably elevating

as the poor body aches

of too much strain

eyes turn groggy

and world looks topsy turvy

yet the work calls

have always been rewarding

energies well expended

new synergies created.

Yes, the crib is there

so is the cry

but the joy of engagement

burns away many opportunities

of self-proclaimed victim-hood

of the unreasonable world

of the unkind whatever

and brings back sharp focus

where it should be

stay alive

stay kicking

so long as it lasts!

so long as it lasts!

Ps: To strive, to seek, to find and not to yield- Ulysses, By Alfred Lord Tennyson

Of a step

A step ahead

in a direction long set

set with riddles

a step it is

a move to the unknown

a lunge to break or be

a response to the need to breathe

a long thought out action

a call out to friends

stay, be, hold,help

some steps are a-breaking

some words a-soothing

some steps a-risking

life’s call

her response

a small smile waits to be a throttle

the universe watches

‘much have I seen

much left unseen!’

A song that seeks

Trapped in the corners of her heart

lies a song

seeking a sound, yearning for a voice, searching an expression

a song

that beholds a sky unseen, unexplored.

Beaten rugged syllables clash and fail to form a word

every time the song tries an escape.

Since times long and forgotten

the song has been meandering its way to you

purposefully

yet every time

it trembles in her throat

crackling in her voice

rasping in her breath

threatening her sanity

it cries to doors unseen

boulder-ing her path

open, open

break the facades of indifference

break the barriers

bring down the walls

open, open

your arms, your hearts

let me in…

Trust me, said the song, now almost shy

I bring joy, love and prosperity

And she looked away!

To Katelyn Ohashi

For the sheer joy of living

the radiance in your eyes speak

for the beauty of movement

every sinew, every muscle

in your beautiful abode of life

dance in ecstasy

rippling happiness

that stays long in imprisoned smiles

and nods to the self

searching for words

in times of despair

let every man remember

that you thrive

one who is given to living

pain is no pain in the celebration of being

let every woman recollect

there is a celestial rhythm in her movements

dance and the world dances with you

Katelyn Ohashi, you creature of beauty

prosper, spread love and cheer!

may your golden locks

embrace this world with a huge radiant smile

may your dance to power, success and joy

all so beautifully interwoven

remind us, men and women

to search for happiness

envelop ourselves in an embrace of joyful existence!

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A walk would do!

‘A walk would do’, she said

‘just a walk

maybe a cup of coffee

sipping in the aroma of the evening

munching on yesterdays

some music from faraway

a book or two on the table


a pen to note down


thoughts floating by

a little of the evening sun

a quiet breeze lulling in the garden

a few leaves twittering

a bird here, a bird there

a friend to drop by

a simmering stove

some conversation

a quiet corner in a busy city

a small heaven’

life has been a rush

now I would rather rest’,

she stopped

and I sighed

‘long list,don’t you think’?

Stones speak

Beyond everything is sorrow

a huge wall of sorrow

that blankets life and living

enveloping it in a sheet of dust

breaking into dirt and throwing up every now and then

a scream is let out from the plants, nay, every grass

every tree weeps, every branch shakes

the birds have gone silent

leaving man to his means

that benefit none

not even him,

The earth shatters

convulsing within itself in painful spasms

crying out in whispers, in murmurs

‘a little love please

a little care please

I can give you more than you can hold’

‘but first’ cried the stone

relic of our past existences

son of mother earth

brother to man and life in spirit

‘learn to listen to the sky, the waters and the soil

learn to bow before you take

learn to know what to take and when

for all you, birds, animals and men

return to me’, the stone smiled gently

glimpses of life here and after played

songs rose from each sand

the trees nodded

the birds cooed

the sky roared.

Ps: when stones speak

The Veneer

It is all about putting up a strong veneer, invincible, impregnable, strong, standing against the storms.

It is what Anu decided to do as she set herself against the year, the new year, you see!

Swinging her butt to the new and old of hindi film songs and romancing the handsomest in her fantasies, Anu sashayed her way into the new year, all made up and up todate.

Saris procured from the flea markets in New Delhi with gota patti, laces and more, with bell sleeves and sleevelessness, back-full or back less, a young spirit in a life style that is a copy of Sabyasachi she made her mind to show it to them, this year.

New year resolutions, my foot! ‘I am gonna live my life, dammit’, she declared loud and clear, and we laughed at the feisty woman pretending to be flimsy.

‘This too is me’, she explained for my sake and I pretended not to hear.

Cheers to your new year, happy and happening!!!

Dance or no dance, love or no love, just live life every moment with the veneer in place. That be the goal.

‘2019, don’t miss your chance to unload the gifts!’

No Sanskrit please! Come on!

‘No Sanskrit, mom’, said a young girl to her mom. ‘Are you crazy?’

‘Learn something like French or still better German, but Sanskrit why?? Who does that???’

My friend shared with me the agony of her daughter when she announced her preparation for retirement.

‘You see’, said my friend, ‘I would like to be knowledgeable in the real sense. I mean my grand father was a well-known Sanskrit scholar. I want to continue his legacy. Moreover I have always been fascinated by the language and literature of the past.’

She smiled confidently looking into her future and perhaps picturing herself narrating Sanskrit stories and proudly holding the beacon of knowledge in her hand.

I nodded enthusiastically in support of her statement, as it struck a chord in me, this vision for sustainable sixties, ohk, may be not the vibhuthi and all, just some literature, a few poems, some shlokas and great company, yes, with everything else as well, if you know what I mean!

I don’t intend to go for a ‘vanavas’ as yet, not in another 30 years, i.e. if the battery lasts that long!

Sanskrit has always fascinated me. I enjoy reciting the shlokas by Sankaracharya for its innate rhyme and rhythm. My mother is learning to recite Sanskrit shlokas herself. When my daughter had a choice of going for Sanskrit, German or French in her 5th standard, she had picked Sanskrit much to my amusement.

When queried,she pontificated, ‘first learn your culture and language, no, before you go on to learn others!’…hmm heavy stuff for a little girl to utter but made sense somehow.

Retirement or not, there are enough reasons to pick up something new to learn, after all, it is said to keep you young.

I have a few new things lined up this coming year, like learning to speak Kannada, learn a few more shlokas in Sanskrit or join a dance class or re-start Yoga big time and well, the list is rather long….

But what are you picking up new this coming year?

Baking maybe or cycling or writing? Do share.

Just delusional!

Hovering in the corners of her dreams

a face fades but holds even as it fades

taunts, teases and tempts

while the heart searches reasons

the mind confronts with unnecessary passions

strangely its an array of events that never occurred

that disturb peaceful slumber with expectations galore

twisting and turning in an imagined agony of what is not

she spends her nights imprisoned in a love of what is never more.

‘Friend’, I start reasoning

‘I will unfriend’, threatens she unreasonably and I go mum.

PS: Spinning castles in the air