Empirical Worship

I try to reach You in my way

Sometimes like a scientist,

By resolving Anger and Fear

Into their primary colors

And then getting tired, angry and scared

Just to doze off in Your arms.

Sometimes like a poet,

Loving just to know How it feels..to love.

Sometimes honestly alone

And sometimes honestly sad

Sometimes finding happiness

in watching a line of ants walking by my bedside.

You are in the recipes I invent

In my own kitchen, just to realize later,

That I discovered something written ages ago

But then, the joy of finding You

Overpowers all the labels.

And in the free moments of my fearless solitude

As my eyes see a colorful kite

Playing hide and seek with the sun rays

I drop all my hopes in joy

And I call You my freedom.

I know by now that it is not easy

That all mothers are not free

The difference between hopelessness

In joy and sadness alike,

And the boundaries of liberty

I am grateful for that place

Between my heart and my mind

Where sometimes You come to visit me.

Gardening

Answers to a lot of everyday puzzles
grow in the vegetable patch in the backyard..
I used to wonder why people like gardening
Now I know.

Juicy tomatoes help forget
The dry and pointless discussions at work
Hot chili sometimes soothes
The chilly winds between two people
What you sow comes out faithfully
And usually grows in direct proportion
With the care taken.

A fully grown garden
With mango and gardenia trees
Invites yoga mats and garden salads
And so much companionship!
Probably because trees don't talk
And don't have opinions
People converse in silences
In the gardens that they make

Gardens never break
Never fight and never let you down
Maybe that is why everyone travels inwards
Sometime sooner or later
Into the Gardens.

Journey

I like being suspended between lands

Just for a while when I travel

You are on a plane, all packed 

And dressed in your casual best. 

The frenzy of leaving done with

And the haste of arriving still far away

On a cloud, sipping your wine

Picking fruit from the little fruit box

Presented to you with a professional alacrity

Going back after a long time 

With your immediate future taken care of

Flights,hotels and train tickets all arranged

But the far away future is like scrambled eggs

No room for ten-years-later 

Questions after questions and lots of them

To be answered (or dodged) starting from Mumbai airport. :)

At such times,  poor mind seeks solace

In this little comma in the air

That is going to keep you away, 

At least for a few hours..

From all the panic of arranging full-stops for you! 

Thank Heavens for Journeys.

Desert Sand

Wavy hair against the wind

A Little palm pressed in her father's hand

She learnt to take her baby steps

In the shifting Earth of the Desert Sand

The clouds made shapes in her Happy Sky

And the Rainbows stretched in her wing span

But all her dolls and doll houses

Were always made of the Desert Sand!

The years began to show some Colors

As the Moon gave her a pair of tides

Her solitudes letting her get away

To see all her unseen sides

By the Oasis in the hesitant Rains

Her sculpted breasts and her easing waist

Were made of evasive Desert Grains

All her lovers faded into the Night

Slipped away from her porcelain hands

Her face was always full of Flowers

Flowers made of  the Desert Sand!

So many mirages to chase! 

And not one that quenches thirst

Solitude meeting Solitude again

In the shifting storms of the wise Desert!

She realizes that behind her curves,

Behind her beauty and her grace,

Of a Golden Deer in a Camel's Land

Lies the wisdom of a tired man 

Who's bones are made of Desert Sand!

Although she is known to many 

A Woman desired by every Man

She will return to what she blossomed from

The calm expanse of the Desert Sand!

Dots

Raindrops on a Lotus Leaf

And my silly mind

I can look for a better contrast

But I know I will never find..

When I was a little girl

I closed my eyes in bed

And waited patiently for sleep

But saw these dots instead

Red and Blue dots 

Coming towards my nose

And I followed them all the way

Squinting on the rows

But now when I am in bed

And eager to follow those dots

They get brutally conquered 

By my peripatetic thoughts

Then I stand aside 

And try to direct my thoughts

Full of purpose and pride

Of standing out of the lot

Alas! I must confess

Even that is a mind-game

But I don't know what part of my mind

Finally calls it lame

Feelings are bad enough

Thoughts are even worse

And a million words to describe them

To make a pointless verse..

Language is such a burden sometimes

Too pretentious for the unsought 

After all it all begins

And ends in a little dot!

You

All the excess goes to You

Too much Joy and I can't share

The stifled tears 

And the silent Despair

They are all Yours to be heard

And also all that remains unheard

The giggling rivers of unexpected Happiness

And the silent Moonlight of Melancholy

The Des with the morning rays

And the sad soulful Puriya

That is never sung for the hundred ears

That surround me. 

And You never complain!

Even though You are all alone

And I am sometimes out of tune

Never skeptical of my easy Happiness

Or weary of my transient Tears

You give me fluffy clouds 

And a clear blue sky

When I come to You with a cloudy mind

And when I grow wings

You gently pull the Earth upwards

So that it touches the soles of my feet!

I am grateful 

And I will always be

In Laughter and Pain alike

For this compassionate Eternity! 

Free

I am just flowing now
They seem to call me the River
And when the high mountains call
They will call me a Waterfall
In humble slums where mosquitoes huddle
They will clamp their noses and I will be a Puddle
Where am I going and what will I be?
Maybe the Rainfall or the Sea.

In any case I am not worried at all
Even when I am a Waterfall
The pleasures of being able to know
That you can even just let go
Or being heated and vaporized aloud
To turn into a thick dark cloud

I resign..I resign !!
I am happy with my peaceful mind
That helps me leave the happiness behind
I don't turn around to look
Failure is just a word in a book
Content with the place I choose
I never win and I never lose..
Free from the dales of unwanted sorrow
Free from Yesterday and Free from Tomorrow!