Always I have waited, for words to be wise before they are permitted on paper, evaluated, judged and criticized for accuracy lest they be decried as mere crap. A mask of intelligence seemed necessary, vulnerability was deemed un-necessary, always it felt more important to hide, all that actually needed to be shown. Moments rare areContinueContinue reading “Poetry – On writing”
Category Archives: Poems
The Pathless Path
The rule of existence is that anything you really-really want, you will get. But most of us are not very honest, about what we are really-really wanting. If you are truly on the path, then want nothing except THAT. Let all other desires, fears, needs and wants fade into the background. And let this seekingContinueContinue reading “The Pathless Path”
Rebirth
Rebirth I sit in this chair Surrounded by a few plants Breathing in the discussions of the motley birds watching the overgrown bamboo bend under its own weight I have been cowed down by my own inaction with simple inabilities to persevere looking back at all I didn’t do I feel no remorse no guiltContinueContinue reading “Rebirth”
Leaving myself
I fall a flower on its way to god’s feet empty of desires devoid of defenses willing to be adorned or trodden over The mind is shedding its person leaving behind a being at once nothing and all-encompassing Where there was once fear now lives joy waiting to play in light bask in the glowContinueContinue reading “Leaving myself”
Being a woman
is learning to be ok with what you dislike to be happy, sad or neutral, learning to live your emotions making an uninfluenced choice is finding freedom in little things – a meal, book or dance, to float even when you think life is tied down, to sink so you rise above is knowing toContinueContinue reading “Being a woman”
Today
Buddha finds no receptive heart to speak words to. In a land prostituted a billion times who calls compassion a virtue? Water now comes in shiny plastic with a double figure price, tigers are preyed on killed for their skin and insides, a woman is murdered for using her will or mind, man is classifiedContinueContinue reading “Today”
On the streets of Ooty
On her forehead worries collapsed one upon another a wrinkly pile of seasons harsh sustaining each other Wrapped in wool her body refused warmth creeping into her heart with a strangers smile She sat crumbling in pavements indifferent to her plight diffidence poised on her lips waiting for the dusk that forever hung over theContinueContinue reading “On the streets of Ooty”
My poems in kritya
It is not untrue when they say we can create the realities of our life. Writing poetry was always a closet affair. To find papers to scribble into and then tuck them away, lest they fall in someone’s hands. Writing away, I realised earlier this year that I had a couple of book full ofContinueContinue reading “My poems in kritya”
Imagination
Sometimes when I am too tired being a mother, wife, daughter, daughter-in-law, friend, sister I seek refuge in my imagination and ride away on its wings The shower becomes a waterfall the green grass outside is a mountain-side the brown earth are sand dunes the reflection of the sky in the puddle is my lakeContinueContinue reading “Imagination”
Breaking free
I built them. Slowly and steadily Adding one brick after the other One fear after another Till the wall around was thick and strong It protected me from everything that was coming my way. But tomorrow, I will take a hammer and bring it down One by one, slowly and steadily Till nothing remains TheContinueContinue reading “Breaking free”
Atha : Returning to the Now 