Canvas, Colours & Child

I had stayed away from serious writing wantedly for quite sometime, thus killing my overflowing urge to shape up the thoughts and words that haunt my emotional stream. However, the recent Mumbai attack is churning my emotions in a broader perspective and I had no option but to succumb to the inner demand.

Jim Warren's painting came in handy at this moment. Believe me when I say that I've taken more than 3 hours to write these simple words as my mind battled endlessly for coherent thinking and right choice of words. It seems I am out of touch of writing capabilities now. No idea if I continue to blog regularly. However, here is my attempt. Read on...



I like to test the impact of colours
Onto the torn canvases of the world
With streaks of sky high wishes

I drip those colours of mild hues
And frame fine beings of my liking
To lock my clean hands with them

I want to see my scrambled sprinklers
Breathe with tender love and care
And walk tall in their sheen and glean

A dream rare to realize I’m told
For I only need to colour my white life
And not to pierce other canvases
Or meddle them with my choice of colours


P.S. I sincerely thank the creator of this painting for breaking my numbness to thinking and writing process.

Diwali in lights & colours

* On October 27, the week's Monday meeting was again scheduled at my place and we celebrated Diwali together from 10 a.m. to 2:30 p.m.

* On 27th evening, all of a sudden Balaji decided to go to my friend's house. What was supposed to be a visit of half an hour gradually extended upto midnight. To my utter surprise, I got udi and Sai Baba's pictures from her which she had only received a couple of days back from Shirdi. Needless to mention how happy I was at that moment to receive them on the auspicious day.

* On 28th evening, we had a stream of guests from neighbourhood to extend Diwali greetings.

* I cannot say how delighted I was to receive calls from my dear friends.

* I was in boundless joy when I read a few words of concern. No idea why I behave like a kid sometimes.

* We are invited for a Diwali bash by our neighbour on 30th evening.

* A Diwali get-together was organised for 31st afternoon at our place. I would be missing the presence of my dear one(s) very much. However, it was a great celebration playing mafia, singing old Tamil songs, antakshari and story telling.

Our small two-bedroom flat is carpeted and hence I cannot afford to light lamps or draw rangolis outside or inside. However, I managed to make up this shortcoming with a few traditional adjustments... :)




When the colours are not available, then what for haldi and rice flour are kept in the cupboards? Here's a display of them in a thali...:)



To add flavour, kumkum and coriander powder too joined in this one...




This is how a typical Gulf Diwali is celebrated - no crackers or sparklers but only lighting of houses and hearts ... :D

Warming up the palms

There was an echo in my spastic brain
To paint with words of illumination
On the glory of lonely sun

A surreal reality it was to hear
For I felt I’m inveigled
To retrieve the forgotten thoughts

Neither did I reflect on the hotness
Nor the greatness of its presence
For I’d already become a child at heart

The glitter of calm water beds
And the display of colourful clouds
Impressed me less to record

Ah! I could see my small eyes
Looking intently at the shining particles
That roamed freely in the cozy rays

How hastily I tried to capture
The warm specks into the little palms
That was less sensitive to failures

Alas! I find very hard to write
On the bubbling innocent feelings
And the shadows of beaming past
For they can't be limited with words


Picture courtesy - www.mundofree.com/nothern_lights/hammershoi9.jpg

The Wait

Usurped by the intangible emotions
My closed eyes that embraced darkness
Let those clichés from the niche of heart

The knees that tucked my face in between
Became wet with tear droplets of longing
That bore the reverential wait with patience

Time stood still in the puddle of life
As there seemed no escape from the drama
That was reveling immensely in delight

I invented then my desire to longing
And ‘the wait’ are my chosen pleasures
To twist moments of life interesting

In love I fly

Under the bare roof of the sky
I sit amused by the twinkling stars
Studded in the black blanket of space

I wish to cross the taverns of thoughts
And creaks of unpolished heart
With the charms of stilled love

Alas! Neither heart nor mind
Obeys my commands blissfully
As they are one of rusted insane

To glitter my life of joy and pain
A smile of longing is transfixed
Along the rapturous path of love

Indeed the gentle touches of breeze
And the grilling gazes of moon
Can no longer seduce my inner horizons
For I've decided to fly in love happily

Walls n expressions

The unseen hands behind the creation
Reverberate beyond the frame
And try to paralyse my eyelids

With every step of admiration
Along the wall of inspiration
I hear the echoes of heartbeats

Among the crowd of mountains
I could feel many clouds of fear
Stagnate along the routes of walls

My eyes may exclaim aloud
At such ostentation of power
By a mere glance at the Wall Wonder

Thankfully the trampled expressions
That beautify the walls along the routes
Are not seen by me as artefacts of marvel

August Issue

Every word of Guruji is Truth, wisdom and absolutely practical. Here are the excerpts from the August issue of the newsletter.

* When I speak in the Classes, I address all, students in all stages of Sadhana; beginners to the advanced. I do not have separate classes for each category. So, I do not expect every student to understand or accept all immediately. Some day, everyone understands, perhaps.

* While speaking, teaching and training, I come across different categories of students naturally: those who understand me now, those who would understand me later and those who cannot understand me at all. I also come across groups who are behind and decades away from even the present knowledge. It is they who are stunned by the new Knowledge. When I say, there is no Rahu kala during Ashadha, they get shocked!

* In nature there is a rhythm. On this earth there are rhythms like sunrise, sunset and the seasons. Beyond this earth there are bigger rhythms. The whole solar system moving around a galaxy, the galaxies moving around a central point ... there are bigger rhythms which we do not perceive from here. Similarly, we have to establish a rhythm in our daily life. We establish our habits like eating, sleeping etc. If we build a rhythm, we tune up to the Universal Principle. If we tune-up to one rhythm here, we will be tuning up to all the rhythms in the entire Creation. We will be tuned to the Divine. It is then we will not have any problems. When we surrender to the Divine rhythm, we will have all protection, Peace, Love and Contentment. When we follow our egos, we are not in tune with these rhythms and we will have problems.

- Excerpts from the Newsletter