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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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...

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

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

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.

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

Relative are relations
Relations evolve over time
Relations permeate into other relations
Relations relative to the relations

Fleeting are these relations
Life giving are these relations
Eye opening are these relations
Knowing of self through these relations

Ask questions in relations
Seek meaning in relations
View discerning in relations
Enter into communion in relations

Maintain relations with honor
Modify relations when there is dishonor
Marvel at relations when they teach
Magnify the self knowing through relations

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

Constructive or Destructive are the interference
Depending on the time lapse between the ripples
Meet they to communicate through vibration
Vibration from one differs in frequency
To that of another....

Feelings make ripples of energy
Of varying wavelength and frequency
And to hide it all we use the numbing technique
Language comes along to help hide feelings

Why oh why would we use so much language
When we can read each other through the vibrations
We just have to prolong this journey of unknowing
By pretending to know it all we fool ourselves

Taking moments to learn the language of silence
I must surrender the desire to know it all
In that silence the fog is lifted to make known
What the frequency is telling me in the now
It tells me that I am the frequency with which
God makes music and with which God loves

May I observe the energy of the ripples
Sitting in silence by the riverside
May I throw in a stone or two
To observe the ripples and think of
The ripples that are countless around me
Making music and making love with each other

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

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

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

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

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

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...

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

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

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?

T ransfer of persons and things from place to place
R oads long and wide  either straight or winding
A djusting to those who share along distance
F aster to slower when urged to meandering

F aster again when on wide road of grace
F idgeting with the radio to relieve boredom
I gnition is running yet ignored at once
C onvinced to arrive at someplace, but not HERE.

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

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

Fear stays behind closed doors
Afraid of itself and the unknown
Fear doesn't let go from clinging
Afraid of being forgotten

Fear wants to see what courage does
Courage stays outdoors all day long
Courage has no time to be timid
Courage makes things happen

Fear wants to see all that Courage does
Fear hides behind closed doors
In presence of courage it peeps out
In presence of courage fear loosens grip

Fear and Courage are my twin children
I need them both for each serves a purpose
Fear is the one who warns me to be aware
Courage is the one who tells me it is alright

Fear and courage are hugged in meditation
My love poured out on both for being thus
Nonidentical twins they express me
Expressions are here to be explored

Secret of wisdom is in embracing the twins
Both with equal love and affection
Not forgetting to ask them why and what
Makes them appear in a certain way

They tell me very sincerely
Of how things make them feel
When they let me know I can
Analyze, step over or let go

All of which lets me grow
In my awareness of the now
As I sit here more wise
I owe it to my ***** twins

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

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

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

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

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

Scornful words travel fast
Along fury's roller coaster

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....

Interconnection
Interdependence
Interior constantly in flux
Into and out from the mix

In awe of all that keeps the virus out
In awe of all that politics hide out
In awe of all social circles virtual or not
In awe of my own limited self eked out

I bow to the in and bow to the out
In and out are all but separate not
In the out, may I see the inner
In the out, may I recognize the inner

What is out could very well be inner
What is inner could very well be out
Why muse and why use
Why not just close eyes and know

Interconnection
Interdependence
Interior constantly in flux
Into and out from the mix

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

No medicine ever made
Can come anywhere near
The healing power of vibration
Vibration from movement, light, sound

Heal thus through vibration
Heal through chanting
Heal through rhythmic movement
Heal through being in the light

Heal also in the night's darkness
Heal with water as you wash away
Heal from touch sensations
Heal from within and without

No medicine can heal a mind
That limits itself
Noticing the limiting belief
Allows room for new resonance

Let there be noticing
Let there be awareness
Let there be awakening
Let there be a vibrational resonance

In this moment may you heal
In this awareness may you rest
In this knowing may you be at peace
In this breath may there be awakening

Longing to be loved
Longing to be touched
Longing to be caressed
Longing to be held

Breathing to be alive
Breathing to be calmed
Breathing to be blessed
Breathing to be found

Permitting to be loved
Permitting to be touched
Permitting to be caressed
Permitting to be held

Knowing I was always loved
Knowing I was always touched
Knowing I was always caressed
Knowing I was always held

Accepting the experience of love
Accepting the experience of touch
Accepting the experience of caress
Accepting the experience of being held

This road that leads to Calvary
Where I will surrender to Crucifixion
A path that only lets me know of my pain
A path that lets me know of my shame
Scorned by those who stand by
Though they know not they too
Are being led to the same Crucifixion

Thus is the plight of man who is here
To live here as if this is eternity
Man's divinity is slaughtered here
Where there is no grasp of the fullness
The fullness to which man is called


Man is called to break the shell
And be stripped of his limited-ness
To enter into the vastness beyond the shell
Where he would reign as prince
In the presence of his Father

In this land of sorrows and jealousy
Caused by feeling limited
Scarcity is the temptation
To hold on to the valueless
To grab more of the valueless

While that which of value
Beckons one to courageously
Walk out into the glory
Though it may look gory
To viewers along the road to Calvary

Calvary is where I must set up my  altar
Altar where I sacrifice
This limited self for it no longer serves
The purpose for which I am called

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

All things pass by quickly
Everything dissipates
Impermanence of all
In the moment, it is

Just a while and then not
Just this breath and then gone
I dream and then see not
I breathe and smell then I am

Let this breath keep me entertained
Let this breath be my friend
Let this breath be felt
Let this breath soothe me

I'm in this moment only
I'm in this breath only
I'm in this moment only
I'm in this breath only

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.

not easy to be
not easy to let be
so i rise
so i act
so i speak
so i write
so let it be
in the rising
in the acting
in the speaking
in the writing