The flower over my head

 Yes there are days when things are normal

I can breathe freely again

Without an acidic taste in my mouth

Or congestion in my head

When I can dance freely again

And be a child with my child

Oh how happy it feels to be healthy

To be one with the universe

But then the messy mesh came back again

Tangling into my core

Making breathing difficult 

But coughing normal

Taking every iota of energy from my being

But things are getting better

I hope the ugliness never comes back

May the goodness of the universe

Be the flower over my head

Guiding me out of anger into beauty

Where life is healthy again

Worshipping Goddess Durga

 

We worship the female form in the form of clay

But when she takes the form of flesh

And is sometimes born to us, then what do we say

She is no longer ‘shakti’ the epitome of power but ‘bojh’ the burden you have to bare

You say oh! not in my home!

Maybe thats indeed true!

But what about the female form who enters your home but is not born of you

Do you still treat her the same

Do you love and respect her like a goddess

Or do you start with the premise of mistrust

Potraying her to be a conniving seductress

And anything she does or says

Is judged with this biased glass

That brings out her worst in her in many ways

We live in this glass house

Where shortcomings are celebrated 

as a proof of this hypothesis being true that she is evil 

in our labyrinth of our blames, we have her incarcerated

Oh we dont call goddess durga a murderer but a slayer of evil

But will this deification be also given to a woman who kills her harassing husband

Or will the blame be put on her that she is evil

making her moribund

With allegations like she did  not have the patience to turn him around 

Or better still, she has called in for harassment herself  by her behavior

These are true stories we have often heard and found

And i am not calling out the men out here

Women are equally to blame

For enabling these atrocities and fear

And they are often those who have gulped down insults and tolerated pain

So much so that they are hardwired to believe  that this is a way a woman is to behave

As subservient to man who are meant to reign

And hence they take the role of the enforcer of the rules to denigrate their own clan

To please their men or for the sense of gratification that they were not the only one went through that pain

And now making another going through the same seems to be a good plan

You might claim that I am feminist because I write this

But really I am humanist

Pleading you to give another human being a chance

To be happy, to be free, to have her own mind 

Because only then can love flow, when everybody can dance their own dance

And gradually these dances will synchronize 

Like those of fireflies that produce the maximum light

Only then will we embody the ‘shakti’ we epitomize

You are beautiful!

Unlocking the universe within

Is the mischievous look in your eyes

The  openness of your smile

Spreads freshness leaving no scope for lies

The lustrous stresses of your hair

Plays hide and seek with the sun

Dear friend, life may not be fair

But lets squeeze out of it, all the joy and fun

Gratitude

There is so much to be happy for
There is so much to care
Mothers’ is caring touch
Fathers’ loving stare
A childs warm hug
A husbands silent prayer
Sisters’ loving warmth
Friends’ heartfelt cheer
Life is defined by people
Who surround you
Thank you god for a lovely life
I count myself in lucky few
And all the love around.
I ll try to be a better person
To spread the love I have found!

Stehekin Valley

The horses in the sun bathed Meadows grazing
The lush green trees in the gentle breeze waving
Rainbow kissed diamonds cascading from the sprinklers magic wand
While far way the magnificent blue mountains in their austerity stand

Vagabonds till now, we feel what we never felt before
A beautiful world where less is more
With a sense of belonging sans the attachment fear
We would always want to come back here

In the womb of the serene equilibrium of forces of nature, wild and tame
Oh! Life will never be the same

She is'nt dead yet!

Hey there...are you listening?
Dont treat her as log
She can breathe,
She can eat,
She can still listen to you...
She misses you,
She wants you by her side,
like old times....
She wants you to confide...


Hey there ...are you listening?
Dont just throw her away
Her body might be giving up,
but her spirit is still strong,
Be her strength
Not the bag of bricks,
That pulls her further down..
She was there for you when you needed her,
Now it is your chance,
Its not your money that she needs,
But just that loving glance



Hey there...are you listening?
Do you know how it feels,
When people treat you as dead,
when you are still alive?
You think you are suffering?
Oh stupid man,
You cant fathom her pain,
as the disease is eating through her veins..
And she is seeing,
Everything she has done in life
going in vain,
Her marriage crumbling,
And her family waiting,
for her to die...


Hey there...are you listening?
Please dont just give up on her
Please help her in her fight
Please dont be so selfish
Please dont cut through her wounds,
With a double edged knife
Please dont kill her before she is dead,
So that you can move on with your life,
Remember she has given you her everything,
She still loves you
And she does'nt want to die..............

Ode to the Lake

O Holy Mother of the Lake,
Embrace me in your loving arms,
Tell me tales, you never before have spake,
Of magical charms and faraway farms.

O Holy Mother of the Lake,
Engulf me with your tender whispers,
O let me, your invigorating smell partake,
and heal all my wounds and blisters.

O Holy Mother of the Lake,
Encompass me with your endearing calmness,
Whenever life seems tough and the world so fake,
I will keep returning to you for solace.