Love, a feeling of buoyancy
Resonating with frantic frequency
To the rapid rhythmic beating
of my tender heart strings
It's a source of joy and pleasure
Love is the one and only measure
Of my life's true treasure
So softly my love
Very gently my love
Let's tread through
this land of love
My hand held in thine
Seemingly sensual
Yet
Strangely divine!

Transfixed  I stand
in front of the sun catcher
daintily dispersing
the colors
of the rainbow
filling my heart
with poetry

The breeze makes
the reflections dance
and my kitten paws
the moving photons
in vain
chasing shadows
that will never be

Fleeting moments
of glee
caught by him and
me

To Him I am drawn
As I greet the daily dawn

The sonorous sounds of 'Suprabhatam'
Makes my world dance to His rhythm

Rain or shine I never place my walk on hold
For I love watching daily His marvel unfold

The little frogs that scamper across
Over the wet dark green glossy moss

I love watching the kites soar across the vast space
and the way they  land at a measured pace

I see the rains hugging the rocks as they slide
Creating a merry cascade high and wide

The brown hills now don a verdant green
Making the birds chirp and preen

How can I in my heart hold any grief
I simply enjoy Nature's play in relief.

Note: Suprabhatam: Sanskrit morning hymn to Lord Vishnu.

Begging, considered
an utter humility
The ultimate indignity
Giving, regarded
An act of charity
Of utmost nobility
One hand raised
The other lowered
Sheltering a kernel
Of truth on the whole
Humility, and charity
Virtues two of the soul
the seeker and the giver
are nothing but an evidence
Of divine existence!

Ultimately, in the end!


Misinterpretations of religions rend
Rather than mend
The fabric of social togetherness

Rites and rituals are just a way to appease
Not the Gods but the religion’s keepers
if you please

Lost is the essence of all religions true
as professed by
the possessed few

Science's chosen providence
Is to dissect the whole into pieces
In search for futile evidence

Arts bring pleasure
In glorious measure
To the artist and the art-lover

With views disparate
Hearts become desperate
Causing all to separate

Nature is a symbiotic symphony
teaching us
to coexist in harmony

Let literature and poetry
Paintings, pottery and culture
Be the unifier

Intellect is an instrument fine
But a heart’s insight is needed
To reach the soul divine

In the ocean deep corners
Of the mines of our mind
Before the first waves
of thoughts stir
Exists a rete
of sheer gossamer
That hold in remembrance
An antiquated trace
Of the origins
Of creations
Of tales untold
Upon which we lay
A language regal
And weave stories new
As this life we renew

I would rather be nutty than mundane
Prefer to derail than stay on the lane
Content to  doodle on a wet window pane
Happy to dance in sunshine or rain

Rebuked for not paying attention
I dream of a grand innovation
That can take away miseries mundane
An unspoken goal that I maintain

My pursuits may often seem inane
As I romp merrily with my Great Dane
I have nothing to lose and happiness to gain
I would rather be nutty than mundane
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