The trail

Brandishing my ears was a gentle touch of noise
Looking I caught the attention of tempting voice
Drawn towards it my feet sped in a scuttle
Scrambled was my hair by the breeze’s shuttle

Standing near the edge of that pristine hill
Felt the urge to roll the slope in loud shrill
In the midst of white snow to play with
My chilled cheeks rollicked in a funny mirth

Drenching in my own shower of love
I froze slowly in that haven beside a dove
Swaddling my memories avidly in the heart
My waddled footsteps made way to depart

Do not search for my story in those ledges
Or guffaw at the unruly mountain ridges
I have tied tightly a misty trail of my travel
Which my spirit visits alone only to unravel

My poem in GDN

One more poem 'What decides innocence' is published in Gulf Daily News today, though online version is not available. Please go through the link to read the same....

http://padmaja-whispers.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html

Strokes

Moths and butterflies are plenty around
Never did I care of their difference to be found
Nocturnal is what moths are, they say
Butterflies are diurnal in their own way

They roam around with their wings spread
Saw splatter of colours as they freely tread
Deciding to dig their history a bit
Beside a pupa and cocoon I eagerly sit

Expecting an idyll of romantic beauty
Waiting am I to write a poem ‘tasty’
Days and weeks go by only in vain
Watching them merely was sheer strain

Hanging pupa livens all of a sudden
Struggling butterfly come out open
From the cocoon writhing in pain
Out came the moth of life plain

How they look alike I wonder
But different they are to the core
Two legged beings we are from a distance
Yet poles apart in our mind stance

Hurt and pain may slice your throat
Never allow them ruin your life boat
Insects or men, birds or beasts
Joy is abundant in their personal feats

Rush quickly toward light like a moth
Not to be killed but rise from sloth
Wander freely in the day like butterfly
Stream of light bless when you fly

Ending my retreat from the routine
I shed my tears of wisdom in line
Thanking the insects living in accord
I bend to learn from the strokes of God

Me and me alone

Many times I have been asked why not I take up teaching. Well, I strongly believe that teachers should be role-models for the students. You should have the knack of handling the peripherals of the subject too with interest. You should arrest the audience and make them beg for more of your words. More so, you must accept the volley of questions with an open mind, precipitate the atmosphere with your wit and charm, toss away dubious points, and finally with sumptuous allegories drive the right answers into their brains. And you need to have loads of patience with students.

Sad but truth, I do possess none of the above. I am quite contented to shy away from the crowd and its plethora of mixed comments and settle down with my writings always in quietude. My world is full of birds and beasts; watching their euphoric moments of flapping or sprinting.

Usually my morning is always alighted by a bunch of doves chirping and flying together. I dream of that day to enjoy their perch on my shoulder, their soft feathers rubbing my cheeks & legs and their peck of grains from my hand happily. Can you imagine how wonderful it is to feel so? No amount of bribery can buy these innocent creatures. But the reality is, the moment I go near them with grains, they move away to a good distance. Out of the lot, just one white or grey bird would muster up courage and taste my offering. When they are all assured that I am no longer in their territory, one by one they all walk with their waggling feathery tail to join the quality controller.

One day while crossing the bridge I was so enthused to see these birds whirling in the sky like our air force display. Do they await me, I was jumping in joy for a moment. All my happiness dissolved when they didn’t recognize my presence at rendezvous. As I continued my walk with my friend in the corniche, they came down slowly with loud chirping. You know what? They were in fact waiting or searching for that man who used to bring them food everyday at same time same place. As soon as they saw him arriving, they all descended and with loud noise, surrounded that man with so much of love. Wow! What a sight to see!

Let me gracefully step aside human beings. I cannot be a teacher in this life, for I am yet to convince these birds; for I am still a student of nature marveling at her mystic and mysterious way of teaching the importance of innocence and love. I shall remain a student wondering till my last breath at the simple yet myriad dimensions that keep unfolding.

And I wish to be so!

At present, it’s me and me alone in this unusual fray of wooing these young fliers. And it’s worth a try. What do you say?

It’s Navratri time

Navratri starts on 12th of this month. Undoubtedly it is celebration time, especially in Bahrain where it is celebrated in the original festive fervour. The added attraction of this year is, Eid holidays coincide with Navratri.

I have already started marking dates of invitations received so far. And I am planning to invite friends on 13th.

There is sweat and effort from my side to keep this kolu. For me, Atul is the only reason behind this celebration, of course. While relating his childhood memories at a later stage, hopefully he cherishes these moments of togetherness.

Guruji speaks

Even the strongest faith has its shadow of doubt. It is in the nature of the human plane. When we occupy these human bodies, such things have their play. No one can escape these. But we should not judge people looking at the shadows. We must always remember that faith is rooted in the soul and not in the body nor in the mind or intellect. This faith from the soul is unshakeable.

All Karmas end in Knowledge. Knowledge is Jnana. But what is this Knowledge? It is not the Knowledge of the intellect. It is the Knowledge gained by experience. When you experience the ultimate, there will be no Karmas.

[Taken from the October Issue of Newsletter]