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Much wondrous awesomeness that does not appear to me even in my dreams Comes to me in the form of kismet Some awful dread unseen by me even in my worst nightmares Comes to me in the form of my karma The daytime, a reality experience unlike the night A melee of emotions which I struggle to live through

My tears I can taste.They taste of sadness. Of overbearing loss. Of intense disappointment. Hurt.They taste of happiness. Gratitude. Of being connected with the One.Salty. Sweet. Bitter. They taste of aloneness. Fear. Shame. Impotency. Despondency. Rage.They taste of unbounded joy. And a sense of achievement. Arrival. And departure.Sometimes, they erupt.Spouting spontaneously and trickling…

This is another interpretation of Sahir Ludhianvi’s classic, which was adapted into a Hindi movie song Main pal do pal ka shayar hoonA poet am I for just a moment or two Pal do pal meri kahani haiAnd this, my story will last for moments few Pal do pal meri hasti haiMy existence itself is but for a moment or two Pal do pal meri jawani haiMy youth will leave me in a moment or two Main pal do…

The lyrics to this song were composed by Kaifi Azmi. I’ve reimagined the thoughts of a nautch girl (plainly speaking, a prostitute), who finds a kindly client who rescues her (although in mine, the genders are reversed, sorry!!!). Here’s a link to a more recent remix: Chalte chalte, chalte chalteAlone in the wilderness, seeking spaceYun hi koi mil gaya thaQuite by chance, I came upon this…

This is an old Hindi song, a classic, the original sung by the incomparable Kishore Kumar. I have tried to not transliterate, not translate, but re-iterpret the lyrics. And here’s the link to a newer version… https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XyFWKazQCmQ Chalte chalte mere yeh geet yaad rakhnaRemember this, my song, of as you move alongKabhi alvida na kehnaDon’t say goodbyeKabhi alvida na…

Sometimes Even as thoughts besiege me Words fail me And instead of dropping sentences into a void I revert to chanting The Word A repetitive mala* of 108 mala = prayer beads 108 = number of beads in a Mala

A RESOUNDING SILENCE / GOONJTA SANNATA

Amid the sounds of silence Pounding thoughts Reverberate & regurgitate in my head Oscillations of unspoken words Stimulating, scolding, provoking No commiseration, no pause Never ending Discordant and doubt-filled Visphoti vichaar jo dhalte nahin Calm evades my being Dark clouds cloak the rainbow silence Harmony an impotent word Thrown into a void A netherworld of negativity Ashanti…

SON OF THE WIND

Sing I your virtues in 40 stanzas every day.Chant with devotion your name ceaselessly.And seek I today your boundless wisdom and strength;your thunderbolt to destroy the diabolical demonsthat prey on me from the netherworld of my mind.Your grace, my protective sheath. O! Son of the Wind, I carry you in my heart with adorationin the same way as you do the Lord.

You.Dark of form, with ash-smeared body, gnarnled, matted hair,rudrakhsha and tiger skin. You.Who resides in the snow-clad abodesof Kailasa, the five Kedars,Mani Mahesh and Shrikhand Mahadev.In Benares and Ujjain and Nasik.And in the hearts of a countless. You.who are AshtaMurti, Chaumukha, Triambaka,Sadashiv, Omkara, Rudra, Arunachalam,Natraja, Pasupati and Ardhanarishvara.Shankara, Shambhu…

Universal prayer for the world, for 2022

Lokah samastah sukhino bhavantuMay All Beings Everywhere Be Happy and Free Sarvesham Svastir-BhavatuSarvesham Shantir-BhavatuSarvesham Poornam-BhavatuSarvesham Mangalam-BhavatuOm Shanti Shanti ShantihMay there be an abundance of well-being in all,May there be an abundance of peace in all,May there be an abundance of fulfilment in all,May there be an abundance of auspiciousness in all,Peace!…

I hold you in my gaze Warm, the cockles of my heart The beats, a now recognisable constant Dull noir pulsates to hyper-saturated chromas In breaths and out Stream of consciousness triggering synapses Agitated ‘Nowhere-ness’ to limpid ‘now-here-ness’ A discordant indigo mind turns into a more placid azure Eyes well up I blink away a tiny tear  As the heart drinks deep I am back

DEVPRAYAG – THE JOURNEY

Ups and downsTwists and turnsZigs and zagsA long walkStairs to climbBridges to crossA thirst to quenchTo reach that destination A rushing rapidA calming streamConverging at a confluence How befittingAn apt personification of life itself

I Day blog from my dad’s site

https://belatedbloomer.wordpress.com/2021/08/15/angrezo-bharat-chhod-do/ Head over there for more interesting read! Jai Hind, fellow Indians!