My feet planted firmly on the slithering sands
Steadily trickling from the hourglass of my life
Enhance my awareness that every passing moment
Is a fresh opportunity to grab and make the most of it
Life is wonderful, cyclical, giving, withdrawing, is
Dictated by our past deeds, but we can make amends,
Brighten our prospects by constantly goading self
To become purer in thoughts, deeds and actions
Dreams can be surreal, multi dimensional, and we can
Exist and fly freely in all realms weaving in and out
Have out of body experiences until suddenly the alarm
Goes off, and we are brought back to reality with a thud!!
I want to eat my cake and have it to and this I can do
By going inwards and experience the true self within, as
God inhabits my inner recesses, now I need not teeter from one
shrine to another in his quest, and see same pure soul in others.
Meditation suddenly gave me the whole world in scant time
Mighty oceans, bluer than blue skies, sea and sands all exist
Within and are within grasp, a true thirst was all that was needed
All cloudy doubts dissolved, washing whole being in sheer bliss
Now, I experience the goose bumpy feel of the sands in my toes
And as the tides swirl all over me, my head can be in the clouds
Having a tete a tete with the stars and this surreal reality is all possible
As I know for a fact that god is within me, n where He is, all else IS!!!!!
The world stands out on either side
No wider than the heart is wide;
Above the world is stretched the sky,-
No higher than the soul is high.
-Edna St. Vincent Millay, Renascence, 1912
We may not be of same mothers
But we share the same grandmother
Our bloodlines meet and then separate
Just like our features are faded carbons
We emanate from the same family tree
Trunk is the same yet, our boughs are free
Your environment is quite unalike mine
And we are as different as chalk and cheese
Your comfortable background made you a brat
And my middleclass values caused many a spat
We were friends and foes during those sweet and
Sour days of summers spent in grandparental retreat
Then days became months and months became years
We became not so mature adults and made our careers
Next came our marriages and we left our nests to live
With chosen partners and all was hunky-dory n festive
Soon your stubborn intractable nature tore your life asunder
You left for filial arms to lick your wounds and wonder
I stuck it out and dug in amidst heartbreak and compromise
As pride and parental duty forbid me from doing otherwise
You are now your own person and live life as you please
And I have my own kids and extended family to appease
All in all we did not do so bad, life is part happy and part sad
Recriminations gain nothing, going with the flow isn’t so bad
After all those years gone by, we are now strangely close friends,
As we are cousins after all and this is how our story happily ends.
Every man sees in his relatives, and especially in his cousins, a series of grotesque caricatures of himself.
-H. L. Mencken
1880-1956, American Editor, Author, Critic, Humorist
After the cord was severed
My quest began…
in early days…
Holding onto my security blanket
And my weather-beaten teddy bear
I was happy and content
Then dread set in….
School was alarming, with hair oiled combed
new uniform, shoes, bag, I found Dutch courage
in mom’s kerchief wrapped prayer beads
and hit or miss, alternately faltering and cresting
the shaky waves of school years, I finally left them
behind, but now college loomed large….
And the dread dug deeper….
Stories of razing of new students filled me with horror
Facing and mingling with both sexes was unnerving
I met this challenge by making a pact with my god, vowing
If help was given to meet this challenge, I would become
a devotee for life and thus my heaving stomach steadied
now a rabid devotee making daily rounds of the church
I set forth to make my career in the field of science and
Genetic engineering where great strides were being made
Now I faced a conflict between god’s creation and manmade
Gene splicing and engineering and my soul cringed….
Is human suffering to be allowed as God’s will or should
Action be taken to alleviate it and would that be against Him
My security blanket and lifeline were wearing thin and my
Quandary was great –finally after a deep soul searching
Contemplation, I realized that if these breakthroughs happen
Then, they are indeed God’s will as no leaf can turn without
His will and so be it!
My lifeline is strong and vibrant and will endure forever!
Science is not only compatible with spirituality, it is a profound source of
Spirituality- Carl Sagan
The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark
the all seeing eye and our eternal journey
The eye, is a gate
it is a window to our soul….
it is our window to the world..
my eye is a my personal window
the lower lid my own windowsill
where perched, I can venture out
and explore the beautiful world
Abovehead, I see the vast royal canopy
a limitless expanse of sparkling blue
a smattering of white clouds akin to the
frothy topping on a chocolate milkshake
straddling it, a golden shiny orb, the sun
then, at night this blue sky dons a black
garb and sewn on it are a myriad of gold
twinkling stars that surround a cool glowing moon
the whole sight fills me with wonder and awe
then as I glance down towards the horizon…
I see a wonderous world of deep oceans, limitless
Sands and rain forests and throbbing metropolises
Natural and manmade wonders, both vying for top spot
The lovely trees are natural fingers pointing towards
The heavens, inviting space and spiritual explorations,
The animals of all shades and sizes reinforce the
Existence and Omnipotency of their creator and ours
And of all that we behold and our curiosity then urges
us to cross over the threshold of our eyes and enter
the world within….
we embark into the realm of spirituality, a journey like
the Great sages of yonder had undertaken, a voyage delving
within, the starting post of their own choosing, be it the holy
Mountains or the banks of the holy rivers or a solitary cave
but they all went within, trying their hardest to make sense
Of creation, the meaning and purpose of life and the ultimate
goal of our existence- as in daily life we all have goals that we
strive to achieve and once attained, we are rewarded amply by
our parents, teachers, superiors and mentors or bosses…and
On this spiritual journey, the end is truly a state of nirvana
An all encompassing state of bliss, the opening of the third eye
And the rising of inner soul towards the head and the seat
Of all intelligence and we become one with the Almighty
Just like a drop of water loses itself into a stream and stream
Becomes one with the river,the river joins ocean to becomes one-
Such is our journey within, where we finally
our soul is part and parcel of god and we become self LESS!!!
Every one of us has in him a continent of undiscovered character.
Blessed is he who acts the Columbus to his own soul.
-quoted in Words of Life. Edited by Charles L. Wallis
There is one spectacle grander than the sea, that is the sky;
there is one spectacle grander than the sky, that is the interor
of the soul.- Victor Hugo, Les Miserables, 1862
Our journey from the womb to the tomb
regardless of what annals of history you comb
Corroborate, you are responsible for your own doom
blame not the vulture who is but a bird of prey
yet he is always true to its nature, happen what may
it is only homo sapiens who is easily led astray
Feel cozy and secure as might in the womb
It is only for nine months you can safely assume
then your past deeds will come into play and bloom
your life is dictated by your past thoughts and deeds
we all know, as you shall sow, so you shall reap
then, now, faced with adversity, why do you weep?
A picture is more eloquent than a thousand words
Pathos gets you in the gut, forwards and backwards
to make sense and beat this gloom i had to go inwards
My conclusion is that I can definitely write my own destiny
I only have to be true to myself, take courage and be bold n gutsy
Maintain purity in thought, action and intention without straying itsy-bitsy!!!
If we live good lives, the times are also good. As we are, such are the times.
– St Augustine
You live only once, but if you work it right, once is enough.- Fred Allen