Still Loving You

Years pass

Past loses to present

And the present melts

Into future.

 

Yet, you continue

To lure me

To fascinate

And captivate me.

 

I am forever

Lost to your charms

Your never failing

Support, your abiding affection.

 

I am still loving you and grateful

For the kind of person

You’ve made me

With your elements.

 

You’ve nurtured me

With your good deeds

I see the beauty and beneficence

You’ve spread around

 

For my blissful pleasure.

I hear the divine rhythm

of the Vedas, the Upanishads

The immortal music

 

Of the saints, the worshippers

Of Muse and the eternal Nature forever

Echoing in the atmosphere

Of your earth, my Heaven.

 

By what measure

Can I repay this generosity?

My mother, my loving land

If I am to be born again

 

Let me come to you

To shelter in your graceful

Bosom, to bathe in the river

Of your milky kindness.

 

For, years pass

I still love you.

 

 

Notes-

The Vedas are the ancient Hindu scriptures.

The Upanishads form the core of Hindu teachings.

Still Loving You

Winter comfort

Every winter from across the hills,
sweeping through the listless plains,
the winter breeze and bitter cold,
surround me in many a fold.

My waiting eyes and hopeful heart,
read the news of his coming home.
Everyday hence dawns on a joyful note,
mist and fog, chill and cold fall apart.

Winter takes on a splendid form.

He is the spring to my winter,
fills my world with warm presence.
He is the Sun that shatters fear,
my son, of strength and balance.

Winter comfort

A cherished Dream

If dreams comprise life,
then mine is one long
beautiful, cherished dream.
Contentment is the core
of my existence, definition
of my days and nights.

What is loneliness?
Never did I feel it or its
shades as described.
All colors appeal to me.
My emotions are ever
in balance, cool and collected.

I am OK, for I converse
with Him on a daily basis.
You should try it to know.
He never betrays, never
leaves you in the lurch.
Takes all my complaints

notes all that gives rise to
sadness, grief or discontent,
replaces them with gladness
love and eye-filling light.

What else can you ask for?
You can see why I said
my life is a lovely dream,
A long song of joy
And a delightful
Celebration of His
creativity, kindness and grace.

A cherished Dream

Rush of Peace

Under the canopy of trees
Fanning the sky
Amid the tall pines
Veiling the horizon

By the loom of the hills
Wearing rainbow colored flowers
Across the sun-kissed sea
Shining with blue gold sequins

From the fond memories
Of the beloved and the loved ones
From the fruitful experience
Of life’s fluid enigmas

By solving the unsolved
By bearing the unbearable
By reaching the unreachable
By treating the pundit, pariah

A dog and an elephant
Equally, on the same footing
The mind opens
To a rush of peace.

Rush of Peace

A place so loving…

 
That’s what my house has always been
for countless cousins, dearly loved kith and kin.
They come in droves for the holidays.
The older people to lie back and relax,

The younger ones to enjoy the cuisine,
books, beach and intelligent fencing.
They found it here easy to breathe,
to laugh, to talk, to move at will.

No dictates of time, space or domestic chores,
no parental vigil, strictures or unit tests.
Visiting local sights, parks and pretty friends
enhanced their eagerness to come back again.

And again and again to play and relax
under the golden sun lighting their gloom,
the soft breeze scented and soothing,
a place where they can be themselves.

A place so loving…

Healing

The clock on the wall
ticks on digitally forward.
On the wings of hope
faith firm in my pulse
and every heartbeat
I live on walking
on these new paths
of undiscovered joy.

He has a miraculous way
releasing us from the sad
shackles of sickness and sorrow,
from the prison of inability, inaction.

His healing power touches
our lives, enlivens the limbs,
empowers the nerves, nourishes
the body, returns the gift
of health and harmony.

Healing

My Life

Sometimes the flow is smooth, progressive.
At others, like a stream that ripples, making
waves at a pebble-throw, my life takes on
an attractive shade of a different reality.

It is not tailor-made; it is not always order,
a set routine, or a robot like mechanism.
Thrown out of gear by unexpected, welcome
visits of dearly loved friends, kith and kin,

my home often changes into a paradise cove
on this side of the earth, its glow reaching afar
making all my tomorrows bright and beautiful.
Like the occasional bumps that make the ride

significant, the journey of my life too with its
ups and downs, adrift on the stream of time
becomes more fulfilling, never losing its vital joy,
a gift unsurpassable from my Father in Heaven.

My Life

Aglow

Aglow

The breeze is cool
Blowing away my being a fool
Expecting unlimited love,
the kind-humanly impossible.

In the night sky
The stars aglow
Their faint light
true and lasting.

Tell me how to glow alone
O star! Without grief
In a brief
and tentative life
a contented self.

Aglow

Light and shade of life

Light and shade of life

Even as I go through some trying times
every dawn, everyday feels truly fine.
Each day wears a new color, a new quality
through which I can learn to live with jollity.

Minutes too change color and shade.
Mood and mind make me walk, or wade
through waves of life that surround me.
The subtle hand of the Supreme I sometimes see.

I wonder why we think so much about our lives,
when most of the time it is events that govern our ties.
Pleasure brings hope; pain makes us go through fire.
The first makes us happy, the second gives reason to cry.

If I reign in emotions and thoughts, the culprits
that damage our health, happiness and small bits
of satisfaction, perhaps I can rise above the morass,
and see the very purpose behind life I come to pass.

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Light and shade of life

Each Day

Each Day

Each day I wake up in fear
I think of past and my eyes tear
Longing for you my dear
Will it be fine, will be it fine?

The day moves on relentless
Each hour spent restless
Hoping and praying endless
For you to return, for you to return.

We go through the motions
Building renewing new notions
Each movement opens great options
So we live well, so we live well.

The future is no more grim
You train yourself to be trim
Your strength refills to the brim
Thank thee my Lord, thank thee my Lord.

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Each Day