My Body,My Soul.

   My Body, My Soul.

My Body, this cascade of

 Emotions, desires,prayers,

Meditations  and sanctimonious

Cogitations   and wills  and

Storage of  wounds:

Is  an  asylum  for Soul,

Or  The  Soul  according 

To  the dictates of  its

Previous Birth, rests 

For  a while, a  sojourn.

Utterance of  Love  and Language,

 Speech  and  Serendipity,

Serenity  and   Soul’s  anguish,

are  all  admirable dwelling  in the

body,  Soul’s  sacred  parts  too.

Soul, this  unseen enigma ,                                  

Acts  upon  the   visible  Body,

Volatile    and vicarious.

Both of  them are intertwined,

Both  act  and  react.

Dividing Wall

            Dividing Wall.

It  is  not   the  Great  Wall  of  China.

A wall of  brick  and mortar   and  sands,

Two families   made  a  demarcation  line,

A boundary  line  for  their  moves and

Mixing desires   and maladies too.

Wall, silent  witness  for  the  happenings.

Crows  and  flies   and  crossing  cats

Don’t  make  any distinction  as we do.           

 Jubilant Festivities   and   painful farewells

 come and   go. Citations    that come

out of  calendar   and  visitations   that

occur   do   their  missions   as  ordained.

Buoyancy  and bitterness ,  brick  carries,

Stories   and    age long angst   are  there,

And  adamant  ruthless ,unprotected

Measures it  has  seen, what   for.

Perchance it cries  within, endlessly,

Who knows the fiasco  or  grand   outcome,

I talk, think  and  cry from within,

My only listener , the wall, is the  friend,

Living  in the  land of  grand sires  and

Storytelling ,cradle rocking  grandmas,

Vedas, Seers  and  visionary  sages,

What  did  we achieve?  Perhaps renting,

Relentless, ranting   and plundering.

      

     Now  comes  the  Baby with  the  Boon.

After  painful labour for the expectant  mother,

It is equally  a  labour  for  the  new  arrival,

For  it is  entirely  a  new world it is going  to see.

From cosy  to cruel, from  calm  to cantankerous,

A  new  entry. A table  or  television it beholds,

What does it matter? All the same. The   nurse

Holds  in a   spongy  cloth, the  chubby spongy

Baby,  blessed , Boon comes  to  you,

Transforming  all  your  worries.

A  smile, a cute  caw  or coo, the baby language

 Is    the predictive verdict of  your  future.

Its  carefully  folded  palm, tiny  and fragile

Forays more of a broader perspective

Of  this angst ridden world.   In  the  eventide

It  is  the  Moon, shines  and pours

With  the benign assurance of a   Seer.

It  is  the pot of  luck.

We are in Good Hands

    We  are  in Good  Hands

Looking  back, now  at  the  moment  too,

Of  uncertainty  and  loss

Domineering   us  with  a  grin  of

Holistic  approach.

Holding  our  hands together,

We  feel  we  are in  Good Hands.

Hands  that  ward   off  all  sins,

Dowse   all  cinders   of  animosity

We  are in Good  Hands.

Miraculously Love from Above

Has  appeared to  us,

Redeeming  the  lost  generation,

We  are  now  Gifted  for

We  are  in  Good  Hands.

Swan sings

        Swan  sings

Come !  My inevitable   end.

Ye! Shores, blow with  the 

White surfs, I cannot  battle,

For  my  days  are over,

I see   the   flora  and  fauna

Gyrating    for days  and  months,

Don’t desire   to compete  with them,

For they  are God ordained.

limpid   is   my  mind,

When  I am  done, fragile

Wings  reach  ashore,      

Pray, give me  clean  burial.                                    

The River Stood Still.

      The  River  Stood  still.

Between  the   hurried, vivid,

Voiced  notations  of 

Mutual  cries  of  Stop  and  Go,

Blossoms  of  ambitions  go .

Silkworms   remembered and preserved.

  They  Glow,  also   warp  and weave of  threads.

I did not  sleep, for peeping  through

My sill of the window,gives me energy;

Stars   and   sun always  shine

To assuage  our  grievances

The   azure  also  unfolding  its umbrella

 always  holds  The  key  of  cheers.

I recollect, when  I was  hardly  ten,

You  held  my hand   and  walked  together,

The  river  stood  still, 

Now  also  stands  still,  for

Things  are  changed.  I  hear  a  Voice

From  Nowhere, “ I am  ever  by  your  side”.