Saved by neuro-plasticity are we the humanity
From limited to embracing unlimited self
With renewed awareness and shifting perception
We arrive effortlessly into the Promised Land

There is no turning back now that I have woken up
Destination in sight and it is only a matter of discipline
To keep me seat belted for a a ride on my spaceship
Meditation is my discipline that keeps me steady

Breathing with awareness and observing self
Mindful in every breath and every thought
Intention is honed in with precision
As a practitioner who plays to hit the bull's eye

By hitting the eye one may enter
Into the vastness that is freeing and awe inspiring
Where there is no room for boredom
Nor is there lack for you create as you may please

I chose to love and be loved
I chose to forgive and be forgiven
I chose to be wise and be intuited
I chose the best version of myself

Awareness of choices may help release all fear
Awareness of  thoughts may help release anxiety
Awareness of actions may help release boredom
Awareness of movements may help release illness
Awareness of breath may help release illusions

When fear, anxiety, boredom, illness and illusions
Make space for the expansion at the heart space
There may enter grief, forgiveness and compassion
All expressions of divine love
To love is to live
To live is to love

Looking within to find answers to that which is manifested around
Today is the day I chose to become someone else
By shedding the layer of illusion I created around me
Why have I been in the current of illusions passed on to me
By those who didn't have a clue as to who they truly were

Generations of illusory living caused us to be 'walking dead'
Now is the time to change from walking dead to being alive
Now is the time to feeling alive in every cell
With an intention to change I practice awareness

I must be in the moment to catch a thought that created the old me
I give myself permission to let go of thoughts that don't serve me
I give myself permission to converse with the divine within
I allow myself to be wiser from staying connected to the Source

I go out only to give for I have plenty to give
I am abundant and am flowing freely
Into the valleys flow the rivers that spring forth from me
May they grace the valleys with fruits for all
May beauty, honor, peace, light, and joy  surround me always.

When I sit in silence with an intention
to touch my heart with love
I feel the heart pounding and welling up
within me creating space that is so vast

In the process, i come to this place of joyful creation
that which is created is nectar of love
it penetrates into my being so deep
connecting me to all that is, was and will be

this is the creation that i love the most
this i cannot find outside of me
this only i can create when i am in Him
thus must i sit with Him often

So that i will not be tempted by the food
of lesser value outside of me
But rather I will be the giver of this food
whose fulfillment it is to satisfy the hungry

Endless are the desires
They move like pendulum
From left to right to left

Until the time stops
the needle keeps moving
From positive to negative and back and forth
when the desire takes a vacation
the time stops at a perfect
balance of peace

catch this peace and be in it
for here are the pieces of wisdom
the nuggets of wisdom
that lets you in on the secrets
of all that there is

so that you can create
-manifest that which is needed at the moment
transform it  when you no longer need it
To wisdom of a heightened level and intensity.

Passed were the Nine decades
And four more years later
Numerous memories woven together
Mother lays on her bed

How much our lives have changed
And yet you, my mom, are my love
in wakefulness and in dreams
Frailty gives away  moans
Though you wished it not
A child in old age to your adult child
Your stubbornness makes me impatient at times
A child so bashful at scoldings
Feeding meals, washing her, kissing her to sleep
While lovingly hugging her,
I lay beside her and am thankful
For this chance that she gave me
To know her as the vulnerable child
Her inner child now exposed
Nothing else she would want than this comforting presence
You, my beloved mother, suckled me in my infancy
Washed me cupping water from a bucket
braided my hair and applied kajol in eyes
While I did not even understand the love you had for me
Unconditional was your love for me
While I lay beside you
I am comforted to be your comfort
For the time being

When it hits you
You are awakened
From your inertia
Into the Conflict of variance

Scornful words travel fast
Along fury's roller coaster

Woman took a vow of celibacy
Poverty and Obedience oh my
Haven't arrived at fifty
At such state of no chat

Would love to meet
A nun turned inward-
To be connected-
In the power of silence.

Perhaps in the future
A wish from my bucket-
Bucket of lists-
To fulfill for the next
Fifty peaceful years

Contemplative in my days
Wishing there could be no tax-
For being thus-
Alone and disconnected
But staying connected
Without stirring up ripples

Born after months of waiting
Gone in a hurry to be God's Angel
Born so parents can be blessed
Gone so heaven can rejoice

Baby Stella gave much
Without giving
Baby Stella said much
Without saying

Baby Stella came to tell you
That you are special
Your love tested and won;
You gave hope and strength to many

May you in your solitude
Be the most peaceful
With an Angel by the side
Thank you Sherly
Thank you...

How I remember so fondly of those days
Days of old when my father was younger
And I just a child filled with innocence
Full of wonder about the meaning of life

One assurance I remember having
Of providence from Source of all sources
From regular chanting that rose in the evening
In every home in the hood, including mine

My father worked with men in hamlet
To discuss the building of a Chapel
Chapel where Saint Joseph Honored
Whose name my father carried
Same as the surname I carried proudly

Many a time I catch myself
Being vexed by someone
Who gets under my skin
I can't let it go unnoticed
Brushing it under the carpet
Has never been my style
I think of how I might
Get rid of that feeling
Without having to bruise

After years of experimenting
I have come to realize
That it is coming from within me
As I have had some unresolved issue
That needed to be looked at
In objective contemplation
When I or someone close to me
Have done the same to others
I moved on without correcting

As age progresses, I wish
I would come out clean
From all that I have passed
Having asked pardon
Or having prayed for one
Who was irksome without knowing

This awareness puts me at ease
With new experiences,
As each a tool for a better conscience-
I could just pray for that someone
When s/he too doesn't know
What s/he is doing
Or even when known
Didn't know how to correct

My fruitful moments are spent thus
In praying for friends and foes alike
As the friend of today could have been
A foe in the past
And the foe in the present
Could very well be
A friend in the future
Regardless of the friend/foe
Dynamic, I would beseech
As it puts my mind at ease
With all that IS, making me wonder,
Have I moved on to becoming
Wiser through my vexations?

It's adequate to discern what you feel
Have been proven thus by ages
Let it all flow through your pen
Without restraint, they must flow
When You're done letting out
The last of the fear, sorrow n guilt
You will know that it was well worth
You no longer brood on the same
As it has become a thing of the past
And you have new emotions
Waiting to be expressed
With intuition running deeper
Making you proud
Of growing more conscious of self
May all your feelings find a word or two
To wrap around
While resting in time capsule
Leaving you poised
With clarity of thought
One stride at a time

Why I can't hold it back
Why do I have to lash out
Why this lack of self-control
Why suffer from such outbursts

Why not do unto others
As you want others to do unto you
Why this soul cannot love other
For all here are one

Feeling alone and aloof
Due to outbursts
That others cannot
Live with in this short life

Why not make it easy
For self and for others
Why not just exist
Without protesting
And reacting

Don't know why
Have been this way
When Will Be the change
Possible for Me to
Feel one with others

It will happen soon
As soon as I start
Thinking I am you
And you  are me

Hoping in possibilities
Of new perceptions
Replacing old ones
For a better tomorrow

Day One filled with grace
An urge to fulfill
The purpose of birth-
Losing that which
Keeps the path hidden

Resolutions are waged
To add to or to deduct from-
And the bundle carried
Is lighter, for the path
Taken requires less

fire within burning
Shedding light to the path-
Path becomes less foggy
As the fire continues to burn
Welcome Brand New 2016

It is appropriate to say thanks
To All who have bumped into me
To All that I bumped into
For without you, I would not
Know who I am  

Grateful to all who stopped me
Thanking all who aroused a confusion
Believing we were destined to meet up
For without you, I would not
Know who I am

Conscience is busy configuring
Of thoughts, words and deeds
with or without purpose
For without them, I would not
Know Who I am

Overlapping with those of others
Is my conscience, I realize
Indebted to be of service
This I know
For without others, I would not
Know Who I am

Having known this unavoidable
exchange of influences
It would be futile
To move on without bowing
For without you, I would not
Know Who I am

I take a knee before you
With open arms
Imploring to let us be in peace
In all our dealings
For without you, I would not
Know Who I am

What the old advice the New
Is of traditions and habits
Laws and prejudices
Sorrows and disappointments

What the New wish to hear
Is of fresh attitude
Healthy ways of being
Separated from anxiety
Welcoming new horizons

Moving with All that Is
In good understanding
That nothing is here forever
And to focus on
That which lasts forever....

not easy being me
hard to search memory chest
each story tells me of neglect
disrespectful was I in conduct
Hurtful was I in conduct
Retaliated with fury
As I only thought of forging ahead

Through the days of old
Have I arrived here to lament
All that have been done by me
All that have been said by me
All that have been neglected by me

In this lament, I take a vow
A promise to never move forward
Without having asked pardon
From Almighty who placed
Each event on my path
For gaining patience and wisdom

I bow to all that IS
I bow to all Who ARE
I bow to the expanse
I bow to you and to me
May my journey be of awareness
May I Arrive safely back at home
Having made up to you and to me

Yellow and crimson is the fruit
Beckoning to be a moment's pleasure
Eating fruit, a sure pleasure,
Instant is the gratification
Memory is witness
To the happiness it brought

Left in agonizing want
One looks for more
Discouraged, defeated,
Agonized to know it passed

Lo and behold, all has changed
For action of eating
Had its own reaction
Unknown of what will be

Opening eyes to witness
the reaction that kept going
like a brand of battery
Energizer with long life

Blink not for it's alive
Asking  mind to follow
Follow like never before
And sleep no more

Yellow and crimson is the fruit
Beckoning to be a moment's pleasure
Eating fruit, a sure pleasure,
Instant is the gratification
Memory is witness
To the happiness it brought
©TRP

Chennai has seen another flood
After much rain overfilled lakes
Many swim on flooded roads
As if in a lake to get to destination

Houses are flooded with things
All drenched in flood water
How many lives and livestock
All drowned in the torrent
Yet to be seen when water recedes

Early to rise and Early to bed Makes
Men healthy wealthy and Wise
Is the old saying that I hum today
For I am awake bright and early

Now what after making chai
Chai sweetened with sugar
Spiced with Ginger
accompanied with egg n bread

It's a fine morning for someone
Who stayed alert all night
Thinking of someone in deathbed
Far far across the oceans

Spirit connects through telepathy
It feels like we are connected always
So as soon as I feel the need
To be connected, I shut down

All other thoughts are secondary
To the meditations aimed far away
here I am shooting thoughts
As arrows from the bendy bow

Arrows soft as feathery flowers
making garland on the frame
Of the beloved in distress
Softening the breath in no time

She A woman of much stories
And not many possessions
In her bed she lays decked
In flowers of dearest prayers

Having stayed awake thus
Happy to leave behind thoughts
For a fine cup of hot tea
Spreading warmth inside out
©TRP

Throughout the day they chime
Telephone off the hook ring
one eight hundred calls are frequent
Unknown names appear periodically

Despite my number being unlisted
The owner decides to tell it straight
And it goes on nevertheless
To make him do the ultimate

Would pull the plug for fear of
draining the brain from restating
All that have been stated far too often
And that's the best choice to remain calm

This pulling plug thing works great
As the answering machine would not pick up
The intruder's voice thus stopped
Before it had a chance to irk

Throughout the day they chime
Telephone off the hook ring
one eight hundred calls are frequent
Unknown names appear periodically

Was it not yesterday he held my hand
Was it not yesterday  he called me  mommy
Was it not yesterday he knelt in pew with me
Was it not yesterday that he believed in goodness

What happened to that boy who held my hand
What happened to the innocence of yesterday
What did he trade with to avoid me
what made him forget to believe in God

When will all this be just a dream
When will this distance be removed
When will we work together happily again
When will we make our home a paradise

Why did we part from our friends of old
Why did we part with our families
Why did we disconnect and strayed
Why would all this make me suffer greatly

Who will help my boy be a man of honor
Who will help little one to find his purpose
Who will keep us together till we are in heaven
Who will I go to for help in this hour of need

Where are we headed, my boy and I
Where will we get our answers, my boy and I
Where will I rest my head in peace
Where will I see him walk with integrity

Was it not yesterday he held my hand
Was it not yesterday  he called me  mommy
Was it not yesterday he knelt in pew with me
Was it not yesterday that he believed in goodness

What happened to that boy who held my hand
What happened to the innocence of yesterday
What did he trade with to avoid me
what made him forget to believe in God

Last day in November
A day to culminate thoughts on souls
All souls departed remembered
For many are the legacies left behind

Legacies of those dearly beloved
once seen but now no more
Thanked for their existence
Loved for the links they left behind

Links thus born out of feelings
stemming from day to day dealings
Many are those thus gone by
Love connections they left behind

Gratitude tugs gently at the heart
of legacies, links and connections
breathing life in the present
breeding yet another to be left behind

Last day in November
A day to culminate thoughts on souls
All souls departed remembered
For many are the legacies left behind

For yet another autumn marking a new cycle
Foliage that once decked the tall oak and maple
Downed in breeze, embracing mother's *****
Delighted earth  sense their tender embrace

For man that owned the trees with foliage
Man of might thinks of getting his gadget
To gather the lovely but messy leaves
To bag them and send them out of sight

Tedious is the task in the cool brisk air
For he knows not what they spake to him
Had he just listened, he would forget himself
In their language of love and acceptance

Alas the split between two worlds ripping
At the heart of man and  his foothold
Will one you let go and let the other be
Without having to lose the love between all

It is for that day that I long for
I die here having nothing to eat
For I know not how to survive
Having lost in thoughts of earth and man

Will I wither like the leaf and be happy
to be laid down on my earth's *****
when my time is here to embrace
Mine own mother from whom I came

Dust into flesh and blood was formed
To be human with veins and vessels
Muscles and movements
Mind and brain that took me far

Far from presence and the present
Far into the wilderness  of human jungle
Rather than be here and the now
Rather than be with my mother and yours

To be reborn or to be put to rest
Unconcerned of what may come next
For having complete trust it is for best
So let it all be in the breath of the moment

Stepping onto leaves thinking of raking them later
Ocean of dry leaves posing the question to her
Where would you start, pretty miss of yonder
How would you finish it all before dinner

Oh I'd start way back in the south corner
Where the old cabin shed stores the rake
Thinks she of her afternoon's tedious chore
Wishing that she could set the piles on fire

Alas, it's dreaded to have outdoor fire
For fear it would burn down more than you desire
Back where I'm from that would be campfire
Here I'd better bag'em for easy transfer

Stepping onto leaves thinking of raking them later
Ocean of dry leaves posing the question to her
Where would you start, pretty miss of yonder
How would you finish it all before dinner

When too full of self
When too hasty to bring
All attention to self
No limit to singing
Of glories of self
To the self-serving egoist

Ego dwells in all
Serves a purpose over time
Ego screams and hollers
Like one stuck in slime,
When it is time to let go
Go it must for the good of all

Just thank and let it go
Promise it is for the best
That the ego that lets go
Finds peace to reside within
All tamed and mature
To tell many a story
To the future progeny

When too full of self
When too hasty to bring
All attention to self
No limit to singing
Of glories of self
To the self-serving egoist

Today is the day
A bright sunny day
But a day in Autumn
Yes, a day in November
Perhaps a bad omen
In fables and movies
I was told since childhood
It is the day that demons
let lose from Hadies

Today is the day
the day that I fear
'cause twas told a bad sign
to be dealing with
the ill-reputed combination of
Thirteen and Friday

Today is the day
That I will
Live to prove that
All such tales are made up
To make human die of fear
A fear that would cover up
The strength and resilience
From within to Look
At one's glorious inner SELF
Seeing that glory
Demon has no choice
But to retreat to Hades

Today is the day
A bright sunny day
But a day in Autumn
Yes, a day in November

Unveiling true identity
comes after much suffering
What is true
cannot but hide forever

The veil protects the lamb
From being caught off-guard
The veil of name,
place, fortune and fame.

The veil keeps identity hidden
Till the lamb is ready to bare
Bare it does, in due time
For the purpose is known
To the lamb of innocent care

unveiling true identity
comes after much suffering
What is true
cannot but hide forever

The veil protects the lamb
From being caught off-guard
The veil of name,
place, fortune and fame.

Mercy spreads wings of light
beyond unseen terrain

Recognized in silence
Reflected in contemplation,
Fills the vacuum
Mercy Divine, In  reverie
Of Solitude Mysterious

Finds he the owner
Of solitude,
Mercy's overflow,
Beyond boundary
Beyond limits

Convinced he the owner
Of solitude,
Mercy Divine lights
Darkest of alleys

Peace settles in
Surpassing all knowing,
Focus thus the source
Source of Mercy Divine

Mercy spreads wings of light
beyond unseen terrain

Recognized in silence
Reflected in contemplation,
Fills the vacuum
Mercy Divine, In  reverie
Of Solitude Mysterious

Dear Lord I come before you
To feel one with you in prayer
To praise you with my neighbor
To feel all that you want me to feel

Confession on First Friday
As prescribed by my spiritual guide
To clear the spiritual arteries from guile
That block  Thine Grace from entering
This heart of mine that You own

Nine consecutive first Fridays for each loved one
consecrated at your feet, I acknowledge
I praise and I beg to have them take the right path
The path that leads them to your precious Heart

The Heart that bled for me and all
The Heart that aches from loving me
The Heart that goes on beating till I am home
Till I am home, Till I am one with You

Dough making
with flour and water
Salt and butter
Calls for kneading
In ritualistic candor
As parts come together
To an irreversible matter

The soft cushion of dough
between the palm and the bowl
pliable with every push and shove
stretched and compressed
In sheepish conformity


Blistered on  skillet
Puffed up to a chapati
Heavens thanked with each bite
For flat bread with savory curry
Fills nostrils with soft aromas-
Relished as heaven on tongue-
One is contented of this flat bread

tangy taste of pickle
with hot white fluffy rice
from your  rice cooker

Speak up is what poets do
Speed up attention  
To a matter of Concern
With all honesty

Unknown ears open
To reflect in accord
Along with the poet
On atrocities weighing down
On a human heart

Poet is restless until
All perceptions are penned
Only to feel empty and alone
With his own thoughts

Solitude fills the cup
Of the parched Sonnetist
Once again to compose
Percetptions of his mind

Speak up is what poets do
Speed up attention  
To a matter of Concern
With all honesty

Unknown ears open
To reflect in accord
Along with the poet
of atrocities weighing down
on a human heart

When there is lack of desire to meet with people face to face
Facebook is a fast and easy hideout
For those who want to pretend to be connected
Many are those who post, like and comment
Feeling emptier after each post, like and comment

Choosing to read, write and walk
Pleasanter the heart after each act
Of smile, talk and embrace
Longing for the time I am free
To smile, talk and embrace

It takes money to buy a gun
It's time-consuming to plan
Why not hand out that money
To a stranger on the street
To buy himself/herself a meal

Guns are tools used in history
To hunt for food or to down a predator
As the guns switched owners
The predators end up running with it

Better think of those horrors
If Atomic bombs were used by predators
All inventions started with a seemingly noble purpose
Now when man is tired of goodness
He is befriending  the darkness
Not knowing that these two
Forces have been fooling 'the man'

There is no predator
Nor is there any perpetrator
It is the man playing different roles
Playing victim and the predator

Man on the street is ignored
Man's family stripped of their security
Man drives man out into the street
To play a game of chase and ****

Gun is only as powerful as the user's intent
Life in one is as precious as the life in another
Gun won't buy food nor security
Gun maketh man restless
Gun maketh man running from thought to thought

It takes money to buy a gun
It's time-consuming to plan
Why not hand out that money
To a stranger on the street
To buy him/herself a meal

I have fought hard with Anxiety
Having been swung between
Two spheres of moods
One of melancholy and the other
Of excited elated optimism

Between the two
I would exhaust myself
Day and Night
And to deal with my emotions
Was no easy task

I would cry and weep
I would feel down
And blame myself
I would apologize
For being thus
I was not in my element
I tell
When I am fresh
I feel I have lagged behind
Due to missing things while at low

It has been one sad plight
For me to have come thus far
I am still hopeful of a day
When I have overcome
These swinging moods
I hope to keep a positive
Spirit that enables me
To act constructively
When I can't be constructive
I would just start affirm
That I am more
Than I think I am
Then I start
To work like I have been
Able bodied and able minded
Sitting here
jotting down makes it all come
to view. Affirm and believe
that is what i do now
to be better each day

I am responsible
I am reliable
I ma resourceful
I am resilient

i am healthy; i am lucky ; i am virtuous; i am organized

I feel the energy when I say these
I act different when I say these
I have faith surging into my veins
From somewhere or nowhere
I create, I cook, I clean, I write,
I eat, I make tea, I feed my family
I pray, I meditate, I am not overwhelmed
i am a wonderful person
When I affirm
I can live with this person
She is good to me
She thinks highly of me
She attracts nice friends to her
She is just pleasant to be around
She is someone I could love forever
She is my friend and hero
She is my superstar and confidant
She is all I need to keep me
Close to the Creator
I love her
I love me
I love the positive me
I love the quiet me
I love the peaceful me
I love the loving me
I love the lovable me
i love all that she could be
I love all that she gave up for me
I love her day and night
I love being with her all my life
I need noone but her
I need nothing but her love
I need nothing but her assurance
I need only her
She and I
We are one and the same
We play and plan together
We are best friends
We create our good times
We are the joy of the world
We are the gift to the world
Together we conquer
Together we let go
Together we enjoy the ocean
Together we go places
Together we are I and myself

What do I do with a thought
That keeps me stuck
At one place in particular
I move to pluck

"Nay"..says the Self
Just let it swing by
"observe" says the self
What follows is just another

Thought train
continues one by one
As I observe in sitting

Why this relentless march
of thoughts swinging by
When i could just be
Making some music

I start to hum and thoughts
evaporate like yesterdays ghosts
for here I am cooking up new
experiences for a happier me

Let thoughts fly by
For they are not you
you are not your thoughts
You are the creator
Of harmonious balance

Joy in another
Finds the joy in me
peace in another
mirrors the peace within

tears in another
reminds me of tears beheld
distress in another
mirrors the distress hidden

Until all is well with ALL beings around ME
May my breath be for the Well-Being of All Beings

Thus happy to be Misunderstood
Thus happy to be Disliked
For they know not What I'm For

God hath called me to be close to Him
He is my backbone and my breath
He is mine n I His
THere is no separation
I see Him elsewhere
I see Him in all others as well
I know now that when I am gone
My body may be leaving

The essence of me in Him
In All people and everywhere
Since I am part of Him
He is part of All
I am also part of All

There is no more death '
For my soul
I live forever
For He lives forever

It is a good feeling
To know that I am with Him
and He with me
We are one and the same
He being in all places
Assuring mine eternity
In Him I dissolve
In Him I rest
In Him I love
Love is He
Love is me

Love that never leaves
Love that is deep within
Love that never can be lost
Love that I call Almighty
Love that I worship as my maker
Love that abides in all
Love, it is for you that I exist

putting on a new mask to hide behind
when afraid of losing ground
hiding in the pretend dark
when afraid of the light within
Fooling self alone, for the universe
unveils the glow, when off-guard
Beckoning the light within
to merge with the radiance outside...

Leaves crunch like chips
Stepping on those dry brown leaves
Passers-by waving

Breathe in they say
Be in your body they say
Breathe out they say
Become the beholder they say

I do all these
I notice some tingling in cells
I feel I am in the moment
I feel the body in the present

To be inspired
To be present
To feel with the wind
To feel with all that is around


New insights I never had before
New cracks in the walls opening
Had I never been in the  moment
I would have been morose