Rumi - Desire

Be

When you doubt, 

you are afraid to feel,

Because feeling will make you big,

It will make you expand your being

Feeling will make you real 

Feeling will make you ,you

 Are you ready to stop playing the game of doubt and 

discover

what it’s like 

to have triumphant discovery of new consciousness?"

...come...feel...be

Just be..

BASKING IN THE SUNSHINE IS A DREAM

BASKING IN THE SUNSHINE IS A DREAM

Empty road

Lined with laburnum

Ashes from a burnt out fire

Exude a fragrance of an era

An era not etched anywhere on the wheels of time

A tiny ember still ignited

Lies next to a milestone

Seven skies apart is a dream

Hazy in the winter fog

Nested in the niche of her heart

Buried

Treasured

Cherished

She remembers the promise of the summer sun

And smiles at the thought

That suddenly leapt out of the portals of her dream

the laburnum seeds will burst out

into a golden glory

and will bask in lazy sunshine

......ghazal.................8:30 pm....24 Jan 2012

Kabhi Yun Bhi To Ho

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Sometimes listening to what others have to say relaxes you..

Between the coffee mug and my lips

Between my coffee mug and my lips

Are thoughts meandering with the fumes

Forming swirling patterns in the air

Pregnant with unanswered questions

Why

Why is time still when life seems to rush away

Like sea gulls over the frozen lake

In search of a whiff of life!

Between my coffee mug and my lips

Is life in flashes

Photographic memories of days bygone

When the trees were orange in the orange sunset

And set the gulmohar on flames

The avenue lined with them on either side

We played hide and seek

I hid and you could never find me

Even after counting till 100

Between my coffee mug and my lips

Are ambiguous visions of March

When spring kisses the flowers in your garden

I smile

And the coffee is no longer salty............9:30pm..ghazal

The Glass Shoe

Cinderella was oblivious to the march of the sentinel who paraded on the fixed orbit of the big clock in the ball room of the palace.She danced  with the prince as if in a trance.Time seemed to melt away.They were as close as the two hands of the clock that were about to meet and embrace the moment .tick..tock..tick..tock..and it was then that she realized what was happening.The magic was about to end.she broke free from his embrace.Before the clock could strike 12 she had to be back where she belonged.The magic was about to end.One of her shoes slipped out of her dainty feet as she ran away from the prince’s palace.She did not stop.when the clock struck the final cord of midnight the magic faded away.She was back in her dark,sooty world,clad in her rags.The chariot had turned back into the big pumpkin.

Why didn’t the shoe lose its magic?..the shoe that was in the hands of the prince...

kaash aisa koi manzar hota (lyrics) - hariharan

Moonphali mein daana nahin

MOONGPHALI MEIN DANA NAHIN!

Cocooned  in the cosy hollow

Wrapped in a soft veil of peach

I wait to rise, stretch and yawn

Expand my being

Explore my softness

Gently and gradually turning crisp with  changing times

And then...

I feel myself being lifted

My life nestled in the hollow of thy hands

I’m swept off my feet

I feel a sense of elation as I feel the roller coaster

Taking me up to zenith and then nadir

The clang of a metal

Is  like the chime of bells

Announcing a new phase of my life

I gasp for breadth

Enjoying the waves of the moment

I feel the warmth of embers gently enveloping my soul.

The shifting sands of time

Burying me in their depths

And ever so consistently

My softness is replaced by a hardened maturity

How strange are the ways of life!

I yearned for that womb that held me

When life was raw

Those days were over...

The veil was cracked

And so was the wall that held me captive

and then...

I saw my world crumbling before my eyes veil ripped off

I was  tossed in the air.

I yelled

I shrieked

And I heard ever so clearly

Before i was crunched between canines

Dus rupaye ki sau gram............................................Ghazal..10 pm..5.1.12

(written in jest as i pop in one dana of moongphali after the other thinking what a piece of work it is!you can never have enough of it and when the weather is as foggy and cold as it is today there’s nothing that can beat the taste of freshly roasted groundnuts..with chutney or namak)

the magic door

Life’s circular,just like anything else.You realize that  it comes full circle at some stage of your life.So there’re no such things as ends or beginnings-only middles.I didn’t begin my life with you.We just linked hands somewhere in the middle.My life will not end.Somewhere in the middle it will change tracks.keep searching...that magic door is invisible