The Night

Too far and deep, I have gone into the pit of gloom,
And lost in the cavernous folds of the impending doom,
Even the brightest big suns now appear too far,
Faint stars these now and just flash their inspiring rays,
Feeble raylets reaching me cannot take out the ship caught in treacherous bays,
I know the futility of the beckoning light,
Even in its brightest folds outside, hope was always out of sight,
Now i go deep into my night,
With nobody as a witness to my plight,
All cherished dreams out of sight,
A wingless bird that tried to fly but then crashed from its struggled height,
Now I just silently walk into the dark hold of my night,
Alone
and forlorn,
Musicity of my soft moan,
Carrying me into hitherto unreachable zone!

A Cosy Home

Olive-backed sunbird nest....parents will be parents! The exteriors of dry grass and paddy straw, inside there is a cushion soft padding of cotton and feathers. The interior done with as much care and caution as humans decorate theirs. There is hardly any qualitative difference between what humans do for their family and what anyone else from among millions of species on earth does for theirs. There is just quantitative difference, which we wrongly analyse as a hallmark of our superiority. A snail crawls a few feet to do exactly the same for its family as a human being does in trotting over the globe. An ant crawls a few meters to do exactly the same what a panther does in its miles long sprints. From smallest to the biggest, all of us do the same thing qualitatively. The only difference is in quantity, the numbers, which are our mind's innovation, nothing else. Numbers don't matter to mother existence. So guys, next time when you see a busy ant on its way to fulfill its duties born of its unconditional love and care for its family, stop yourself from crushing it. All of us are 🐜 to mother nature. So don't brag too much. Accept the fact with humility. It will melt the ego also, which in turn will help avoid the brain from becoming an overweight, potbellied bully! And one sheds the ego, one feels light, sees the light and floats to the ultimate fringe of truth and with a swipe of cosmic orgasm melts with the light. The journey gets completed!

Highway robbery in broad daylight

Well, yesterday at Vrindavan a semian, a not so distant cousin of ours, pushed me into a zone of learning lessons. We humans, homo sapiens I mean, successfully wiped out rest of our direct cousins, all homo-x,y,z who inhabitanted earth till as recently as 50000 years ago, and grabbed the solo copy right of being humans. Had natural evolution proceeded at its own pace, the current monkeys, who give humans a tough fight across human settlements, would have evolved as a junior controller of events on this tiny planet. Alas, that won't happen. But it doesn't mean the red bummed mischief mongers don't have the potential. The do!

We three friends walked casually on the road in Vrindavan yesterday. The late morning sun still soothing. Cool breeze blew. Spirituality soaked each amd every ounce of the existence around. We walked almost meditatively. A mid-sized challenger to our peace crept silently from behind. It beat the fastest wind in agility in its last lag of the current endeavour to save its species from extinction. It sprang like lord Hanuman and in the fraction of a second whisked away specks from friend's face. Neither he nor the rest two of us could even get a pan shot of the event that took place just within a couple of feet from us. Spent with all force due to the effort, the monkey with specks now meditatively sat on the roof of a car just a few feet away. Held the specs like a bully teasing lesser kids. Put the handles in his mouth like he was brushing his teeth and then looked with utter innocence. What an actor! What an impostor! We tried to cautiously intimidate him. Scared all this while that he may run away or still worse throw the specs on the welcoming tar of the road, which is ever ready to welcome the sweet melody of chiming, crackling sound of the glass breaking. "That is no way to get it. Throw some fruit or fruity towards him if u want the specks back!" a Brijwasi casually told and went on his way, as if it was as routine thing like chanting hare krishna there in Mathura. Well, there was no fruit vendor. But then fruity appeared to hold beacon of light as my panicked friend---we should know here that the specks concerned were eyesight glasses not just showcasing sunshades---ran to a nearby grocer to get fruity juice packet. Lo, the ritual was performed like we offered prasad to some god, with full grace and humility. Like the placing of flowers at some god's feet. Give from this hand, take back from the other one. The idiot had perfect eyesight, so the thing was of no use to him. He was kind enough to put it on the car roof, took away our humble offering and vanished to have its juice breakfast. Very smart! But a bigger show of smartness awaited us! Before anyone of us could fetch the reward of our offering to the semian god, a big red bummed rascal suddenly arrived on the scene and took the empty godly seat awaiting further offerings. He appeared criminal type. Grimaced threateningly. Didn't even follow the godly protocol of maintaining a calm demeanor. He held it like a rakshasa holds a prey. Nearly broke it down. Thankfully stopped himself from doing that. He knew it would turn it useless and he won't get any offering. Finally he settled for a calm  posture. The specks dangled from his mouth with one end held under teeth. There hung the fate of my panicked friend! Poor guy, frentically ran again to fetch another fruity packer. He should have fetched many to avoid the loss if the chain of gods continued to hold the seat. But then in panic we lose reasoning. So there he runs back with one more offering.  He glided it over the car like the fate of this entire world depended upon this roll of dice and the reaction of this god on the car. With the ease of the best wicketkeeper, he grabbed the offering and left the terribly shaken pair of specks on the car roof. I myself took a bit of inspiration from monkeyish agility and saved the day for homo sapiens. Grabbed our looted and vandalised property and we almost ran from the scene of the highway robbery in broad daylight. And there walked my friend with his purse lighter by 40 rupees and the beautiful tip of the specks handle chewed away as a reminder of the momentous event. Aren't these distant cousins of ours very smart?! And we are fooler than we think!

Mother

The hammer strike was terrible in the wee hours of that cold night. It shattered my little world. Pieces scattered around, I went numb. Lifelong we try to make. It just needs one unexpected strike to break. In a Cosmos where cosmic explosions create holes that can accomodate 13 Milky way sized galaxies, do I even stand justified in putting questions like "Why" and "How"? I couldn't move. Almost dead to the flux of events around. The biggest goal thinkable was to Crawl. So started crawling with my soul suffering the aftermaths of the strike and body almost giving up in its wake. After crawling, standing up was the goal. So I stood up slowly as acceptance creeped in. My unsteady steps changed to a steadier walk as I felt gratitude and love towards what I had lost in that terrible strike, my most valuable one, my mother. My tears of pain and suffering turned into holy waters of acknowledgement, love and gratitude for bein born from her womb. My sewn lips parted with a faintest smile for her well-meant pure life. My cries changed into a prayer for her journey ahead in the next dimension. I walk now, aiming to jog sometimes, and may be run further on, with her love in my heart and her blood in my veins. Travel safe Ma!

Hope, Love and Light

The light does hark,
beyond the deepest dark,
There is a day bright,
 after the ghostly haunts of a nightmarish night,
 After a barren famished fight,
 there blossoms a springed delight,
After pining pangs of seperation,
 there is a worthy end to the desperation,
After crashing in the gutters,
 there is a surge and rise to bathe in holy waters,
After crying convulsions on the lips,
a smile takes honeyed sips,
After the last deafeat,
still there is an undying urge to accomplish the feat,
Even when blind with despair,
there is hope hiding and cajoling somewhere,
Even in hate, love still lurks somewhere!