In a crowded room

The long wait for a flight
In a crowded room.
Present vanishes.
Self insulated.
Noise fades,
Mind rises,

Travels backwards,
Forward at will
Remembers,
Relishes,
Regrets,
Longs.

The beauty of the places,
People and things,
The difference,
The milieu,
The time,
Space.

The greetings unbidden,
Smiles, the curtsey
The nods, wishes
“Be back soon”
“Love you so”
“Miss you.”

Summer-fest on the tree-lined lane.
Oils, watercolors, filigree,
Food, bonhomie, drinks.
‘Water for the elephants’
‘Inheritors of loss’
Book clubs.

John and Kim, family friends.
Love of dresses, colors,
Indian ways, Namaste,
Quiet quintessence,
Lotus eyed looks,
Radiant eats.

Home again
To love, to live
To breathe in the sea,
The mountains, sage-like.
Innocent, ignorant, enlightened
Masses, their patience unduly exploited.

The conscious
Hovers, searches
For a meeting point
Between the past, future,
Love, hate, contempt, praise
Looking for harmony in a crowded room.

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In a crowded room

Voices

 

Voices surround me in a thousand ways

Some melodious, some melodramatic

Some reach out-touch a chord

Deep down in my heart

Urging me to keep in touch

To focus, to tell all.

 

Dawn is dotted too with bird song

Sounds at different levels, persistent,

Persuasive to get me out

Of the unnecessary languor

To move, to love, to touch and hear

And to talk, free of rancor.

 

Some tense me and some tease

And thrill, for, life is indefinable

Nor straight jacketed

In voices lightly dark, dark and bright

Some strange and muffled

Yet differently reflected

 

Voices in nature fill

The world of men and matters

And creatures not all known.

Voice- a boundary of thin chords

Between now, never and ever

Gets slowly crucibled

 

Into an inner sound of silence

Penetrating, pulsating, permeating

An inexplicably ennobling Voice.

Voices

The Scent of Wonder

The eldest son
All the way from
Australia
(The last of the continents)
came to perform
the last rites
of his father
who died a week
before in India.

The day was full
of events big and small.
The dead man’s memory
hung like a veil
of wood smoke on
one and all.

The boy
met some relatives
long lost absentees
of vague memories,
of bygone years.
The melting distance
in deep affectionate bonds.

The scent of wonder
In the heart of a loner.

At the end of the day,
the ceremony over and goodbyes said,
we returned to our places
Speeding home in blackened coaches
Crossed the clogged bridges
Passed some muddy rivers

Saw some sprawling solitary hills
And speeding leaf-heavy trees
Blooming nameless
Flowers and forests,
Kites flying in perfect groups
Ruffle of white feathers.

Crowded compartments
Unreserved travelers
Standing in the aisles
In groups and single files
The milling crowds
strange faces
unknown destinations.

Beautiful village belles
Handsome males
Tall dark cool devils
Sad-happy-funny-situations.
The old leaning on young shoulders
The children in mothers’ laps.

The scent of wonder
Here and yonder

Squatting huts
The poor inhabitants
Factory smoke
Industrial waste

All a part of
A peculiar paradise.

The scent of wonder
Now and ever.

The Scent of Wonder

Praise

A word of praise makes the day

for those within the world’s way.

But for those whose conscience never

sways, its happy days forever.

 

A rose blooms and withers

not to be coveted or for praise,

none can take its beauty or grace

in nature it breathes and in it dies.

 

Human beings with greater tasks

must of need shed presumption and prejudice.

Its only when petty or self-conscious

Praise or malice affects.

Praise

Angelic kisses

Angelic Kisses

 

In the white wilderness of sand and stone

the dark river glistens under the faint

gleam of a pale crescent moon.

 

In the frightening flicker of thick green

a single ray of shining sun stirs the bush

and pierces the gloom.

 

In the vast wideness of the infinite sea

a lone bird flies from far horizon

signals the sailor of a safe harbor.

 

In my own endless battle between truth

and illusion, an occasional spark of

insight enlivens me to the gossamer

 

touch of delicate, delicious angelic kisses.

 

Angelic kisses

The Second Skin

 

I grew a second skin.

Now I am thick skinned.

Nothing disturbs and none

Can have me affected.

 

It’s a kind of life suspended

I live, which by me is inspired.

Emotions and thoughts vanished.

I take in all and by all received.

 

No losers here and no winners

A terrain flat, no ups and downs.

All’s equal and all’s fine.

Faces known and unknown

 

To me make no difference

Is it a short cut to nirvana?

If it is, I have crossed the odds

And lost myself in the skies.

 

The Second Skin

sing me a song

Sing Me A Song

My fairy friends dancing on the soft
scented flowers in hues by the score;
swaying on the wings of mild summer
winds from sky to sky; frolicking on

the clean crystal translucence of streams,
rivers and oceans! Sing me a song, a song
full of lasting love; a song to celebrate the
glory of nature, the kindest of all elements

that lets multitudes to thrive on her grace.
Celestial essences that guard the universe!
Come and whisper a melody of sweetness
to me, so I can lead my life without stress.

Bless me with an evergreen song of joy so
I can be like the evergreen tree that blooms
through the seasons with the same spark of
spreading hope and happiness through the world.

sing me a song