How we worship the invisible!

How  we  worship  the  invisible!

How  we worship the invisible!

Oh ! world  vast   and  impenetrable

With   the miraculous web of His

Mystical  Schemes and survival mode,

Oh! We worship  the  invisible  and

Invincible ,yet  fighting  with   our

 imbecile, assuming clan, flamboyant

not   to  accept  the  Eternal  Laws

governing  our  lives  ever  and  anon.

Oh! Sun, and  sky,  Blue  and  stars,

ocean  and  land ,we  all  know  thee ,

yet  we  don’t  strive  to  know the

Unknowable and unseen kernel of Soul

Hidden  in  thee all. We  worship  the

Invisible, day in day out, yet seeing 

Him in many forms  and  situations,

Beckoning    his  Mercy  and meaning

Of  our  suffering   and inexplicable  stand.

    Ye, children,harken! soaring  birds, gushing  waves

 dashing  gulls  and hot  pebbles lying  ashore-

all  have   their  purport and stay  and suffer.

Hence  cry not, yet let your appeal reach high

Such  that  HE  shall intervene to amend the loss.

We  worship  the  Invisible in  knowable and all.

We  know  thee, see  thee, touch  and worship

Thee  through our  Divine Spark all times. 

You  are  invisible  and  knowable.

  

haiku

 She   en robes

 deft  leafage                                   

 cool  drapery

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laminated

front cover touch and  smell

first  move

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ftall pine

cicada  springs

  ringtone melody

father’s  day

his   spectacles  in the 

same  stand afresh

senryu

that  day

the blackboard was rich

their  nightmare

Delving into those unseen cupboards

Delving into  those unseen  cupboards

Today  I  don the  robe of  curator

arranging  books in  shelves, dust

them  ; somewhere  in corner

or at  the  bottom  some crisp

references   tip  and  inspire ;  

 a  new  faces  still  to be

explored,  new  age to be delved

in the  ancient  format.  How 

unlucky  are  we not  to   come

across  and   open to know their

existence  still    incognito,

 to  read  into  their  content

  and  their  purport. As  unheard

melodies   are  sweeter,  those  books

are  more for knowledge and  solving

life’s problems.   What  should  I   do?

A  run to  Bodley  or  Oxford  would

Suffice  my  thirst  or  quest?  still  it  remains ,

as  dead and  living  all have   a

Soul inherent in  them, the  old

And  modern   writing – are embedded  with 

a  motif   if not a  miracle   and 

content intertwined . We  need to

reckon   with  the  spirit and

diligence  that  went into  the  make.

working late- haiku

  

working  late

spectacles  woke  me up

 on  same  table

haiku

book closed in  hurry

 in the middle

 sleepless  night  

we  fall  a  prey

eager  to  know end

of  a   book

my  head falls

on the print smell

of  pages

Fancy you are the conqueror

Fancy  you  are  the  conqueror

Clip  the  wings    of   karma,

Stuff  half of them in   a  strolling

barrel  to let   it   across  the waters

or  gushing  waves  of  sea;

some  broken  powdered  parts

in  embers  to be engulfed by

devastating  fire. Sit  and  serenade

with  a  confidence  that your 

karma  is  over, drink  badam

or  almond watching   the  T.V.

serial  of  your choice. Fall asleep

to  be  woken  up  by  a  multi headed

  like  Cerberus  chasing   you 

beyond  your  breath  and    you 

run  and  run  too  far  and  fall

into the pit  of  karma ; Karma

wears   the  shirt   with  the

letters inscribed on it

“ I am  the conqueror”.

senryu

 sweltering  sun

cobblers on road     

endless  queue

cherry  path

thousand  shows        

rewind

    

barren  tree

summer   special  for                     

dry  and  spell

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Father’s  Day

I wipe dust on  his

walk  stick

  Summer

  a  nod   to  dryer

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    a   new born

 every minute  

shines  in the sky

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Summer

garbage  in  sunken

ponds

 

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  tall  and  clusters

  vender’s  pride  and  pick

  all silence

senryu

  she  is  locked

in  the

open heart

   china  tea  in  tray

  a  book   lands

  on  her  face

The house we Lived In

The   House  We  Lived  in

House  we lived in  was a

hundred  year old , structured

in  traditional, ancient  style,

pillared  in the  spacious  hall

of  sturdy  beams:  sturdy  stalks

of  wooden  beams  across

supporting  inmates  for more

than  hundred  years. Pillars

with ornamental paintings

delving  into history.Oft,

heard  grandparents  narrating

in  earnest, how  they carried

brick by brick mixed with

lime  and  jaggery  to  fortify

structure    and  until  demolition

it  became  very difficult .

  No horse, but   cows and  cats

I have  even  heard birth  pangs 

Of   cow yielding calf    Even

Special provisions for  birds  to

Build  nests  and  chirp and  stay

Undisturbed.   Only winds  can  undo.

 All   are  blessed  souls, thank  God

Gone  away before the dreadful

Era  began. I can  still  smell

 The aura of puddings   and

Sweets  flavored  with    ghee

Hung  in   a corner of  kitchen

In vessels  hung  from   above.

The  way we used to live

Generations   came  and  gone

Until  the   wretched  hand s

Of builders began demolition.

Our  House  lives  ever in memory.

The House we lived In

The   House  We  Lived  in

House  we lived in  was a

hundred  year old , structured

in  traditional, ancient  style,

pillared  in the  spacious  hall

of  sturdy  beams:  sturdy  stalks

of  wooden  beams  across

supporting  inmates  for more

than  hundred  years. Pillars

with ornamental paintings

delving  into history.Oft,

heard  grandparents  narrating

in  earnest, how  they carried

brick by brick mixed with

lime  and  jiggery  to  fortify

structure    and  until  demolition

it  became  very difficult .

  No horse, but   cows and  cats

I have  even  heard birth  pangs 

Of   cow yielding calf    Even

Special provisions for  birds  to

Build  nests  and  chirp and  stay

Undisturbed.   Only winds  can  undo.

 All   are  blessed  souls, thank  God

Gone  away before the dreadful

Era  began. I can  still  smell

 The aura of puddings   and

Sweets  flavoured  with    ghee

Hung  in   a corner of  kitchen

In vessels  hung  from   above.

The  way we used to live

Generations   came  and  gone

Until  the   wretched  hand s

Of builders began demolition.

Our  House  lives  ever in memory.

senryu

each  layer

cutting  into   a

pithy   zone

senryu

  her   home  

foamy   tub

  still   in  it 

each  layer

cutting  into   a

pithy   zone

workplace haiku

hardly  in his  seat

does  not bother

 latecomers

his   pile of   memos

i  rescind  my  order                          

 back   to   my  farm

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lovers’ basket

 moon’s  shade

a  blessing

  cool  moon

i run  along   its path

hard task master

senryu

round   the  clock

these  two  work

What a toss

In   the  Dawn  of  the  surprise of  Boon

In the   Advent  of  The  Divine   Avatar,

they  all  woke  up fast  and  speed,

to go   against the  Will of  God,  

Plugged pitfalls to their aids,

Dragged  Him in the bedraggled  mesh.

While   a few still  in the stage of  torpor 

taking  things  for  granted, 

moving along the way they were aided.

Quite  a   select  behave  in what

they  believe to be, are  what they  are:

as  sunrise  and  sunset are ordained

 norms  of  Nature, we  need   keep our  fingers 

crossed  and  pass each  day  with  

the  Pass and  Toss  unbiased, unopposed.  

HAIKU

Summer

bliss  for  them  to receive

the  unexpected 

My Country is she in my Mouth

My  Country   is   She  in my  Mouth    ( Guardian)

I   am  with  all  earnest  reverence 

Proud  to  call my  land, Motherland,

A  She  in my  Mouth, unswerving

Unfaltering ever  as  the  flow  of

Sacred  words  from  Mountains  and

Select  Rivers. She  is  unique  and

Profoundly, seamlessly rooted  in

ancient  culture   and   Edicts   of

rules . My   Mother land  is

treasure  cove  of  Vedas, Puranas

Epics , the  soil in which  the  sages

Seers   and  Avatars  have  their 

Rich  cultural  heritage guiding 

Us ever. There  was  a  time,

When  each  and  every  household 

Reared  a  Cow, worshipped as   Mother.

A  palatial  house  of  many rooms,

No concept  of  bed room, where

Every  room  had  its  own appendage

Play  and  purpose  for  children.

Sunrise   and  sunsets,  valleys

And  perennial  rivers  by  which

Seers   have gained  Wisdom,

Transmitted  to  us  time   and  again.

She is  my  Motherland  always.

haiku,senryu

 in   maths  class

that  boy under   bench

 last  bell  at five

the boy’s socks  and  shoes

already  at home 

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 this  exorcist

 fellers now

  scare  her 

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lime   deposits

hanging  gardens

slow  growth

In troubled waters

     In  Troubled  waters

 Cool   Moon  Above,

A  sportive  venture, yet  a  swift  turn:

Sinking life  in catamaran, veering

round   and  round  amidst

gushing waves ,rock hitting

whirlpools, breath stopped

in the  grip of  frozen  teeth

cutting  your  jawbones,

me  aghast in almost

crocodile’s   mouth,    

know  not  what  to do.

See-saw  continues by the

Powerful  force  making  me

Benumb : still  cool  moon

Calm  in its  abode of  blue 

Firmament like a diadem.

Me in threnody, composing  

Many  for  those  in watery

Burial.  Still  rocking  to and  fro

Worshipping  The Above  for

Safe  landing into my cherished land.

Waters  still  boomerang  high ! 

  

No need for hospitals ,then

No need  for  hospital, then.

We  were  young, kids ,merry

Played  on sands in riverbeds,

Sands, sand dunes, hide and  seek

Our  hands feel the deft roll of

Crabs, nudging upon each  other.

Built  squares ,improvised  hills

and  homes  with  toys ; toys

made  of  wooden  pieces, we

deliberately  took  there, to

stir  and  spin  and  span.  

Our  world was  too  small

to think   of  bombs   and 

artillery,  neither,  blood     

dipped  in   cavalcade, though

cavalry was always in our dream

in our   books  in simple terms.

Cars we  ran, toy in sands and

Sands  ran in our  hands.

But, we were  too young 

To think of hospitals ,wards

and  beds  and  patients .

we  saw  fighting  amidst

ourselves, not fighting  in

bigger levels. Then, no need

for  hospitals .