Archive for December, 2010


A kind word uttered & repeated,
By the voice of nature,
A lover’s gift,
A weeding wreath,
A memory of happiness,
A last gift of the living to the dead,
A part of joy & a part of sorrow…………


Just beyond the sunset
Someone waits for me
Just beyond the sunset
Lies my destiny
Where the purple mountains
Lie in deep tranquility
There I’ll find the treasure
Of love eternally….


George Bernard Shaw once said- Imagination is the beginning of creation. You imagine what you desire. Vedas describe a perfect woman as- Karyeshu Daasi, Karneshu Mantri, Bhojyeshu Maata, Shayaneshu Rambha.’ For me she personifies all these & some more, but sometimes I wonder, whether she is real or just a creation of my imagination


Did I have premonition yesterday, when I wrote about cloudy sunshine?The date was set. For last five months I was excited, she would be meeting me after a long time, it has been ages since l looked into her smiling, shining, mischievous eyes – but the day ahead appears to be cloudy – the sun wont shine……..


Are we living or just surviving? Just living is not enough. One must have some sunshine, some freedom & a little flower. But many a times our sunshine is cloudy, the freedom is shackled & what little flower we get is more often than not, embroiled in thorns. …. Suffering becomes the price of being alive…….. Only one word can free us of all the weight & pain & that is LOVE…. which is deeply buried within ourselves………..


Look at the trees, look at the birds, look at the clouds, look at the stars… and if you have eyes you will be able to see that the whole existence is joyful. Everything is simply happy. Trees are happy for no reason; they are not going to become prime ministers or presidents and they are not going to become rich and they will never have any bank balance. Look at the flowers – for no reason. It is simply unbelievable how happy flowers are…
I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if we will only tune in…..


Come September & they are here, from different places, of vibrant colors & melodious songs. I value my garden more for being full of birds than of cherries. The very idea of a bird is a symbol & a suggestion. A bird seems to be at the top of a scale, so vehement & intense his life. The beautiful vagabonds, endowed with grace, masters of all climes & knowing no bounds
Birds sing after a storm, why shouldn’t we feel as free to delight in whatever sunlight remains to us ?