Two roads running along side each other.
The try to meet but don’t bother.
The seem to meet and then depart.
Running along side each other forever . Though to the outside world they seem all shiny and clever. The rough patches, the crumbling blocks and fine cracks . All seem smooth . but only from a distance and there is some old sooth. The roads just travel daily . As if lying there by habit they have nothing to do. Stuck to the habit of running along with each other like a glue
Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and freedom.” —Viktor Frankl.
The strong creeper.
The creeper chose to grow on the wall.
Come rain sun or fall.
On the old Castle wall it stood tall.
It blossomed and had a ball.
Holding on strong when we thought it was frail.
Here on the wall it had found its holy grail
( Inspired by seeing a frail creeper grow strong on an old Castle wall in Baden)
It’s in moments of solitude and reflection that you can actually make sense of the busyness of life and find some patterns in it ( if at all ). The Ganga is it a river or an experience. A feeling or concrete reality. The river flows daily since ages. Yet leaves thoughts and reflections at all stages . To ponder over even when the water has actually flown And the seeds of a new reality are sown
The seasons change . And what a range . The trees with different hues . Sometimes a sunny day and some days all gloom. The flowers wilt and bloom. The fields blossom and at times shrink . We go out in a weather so dry , at times wet . And at times on the brink .
It’s only the ground the rawness of the Mother Earth . That is constant doesn’t change . Grounded since ages-since it’s birth !!
The changing hues of the sky. Just like the changing views of reality. The river Ganga flows deep and calm. The view to all senses is a soothing balm Well knowing where she has to go. And come rain or shine she is in the flow With the greenery around whole place is lit in the sunset glow
The Ganga is different to different folks. For some a spirit. The life force. For some livelihood. For some source of reflection. For some just a flow It’s a multi faceted gem. Flowing since eternity into eternity
Like ashes in the wind. Like a flickering lamp in a storm Like a firefly Juggling between peace and strife. Transient Life The journey of the permanent soul. To the after life With what was the mind body soul rife Sum of the parts of the past It could be a whimper or a blast That is the equation of life. With all passion and zeal. To make it a wholesome deal
A million seeds are thrown And sometimes sown. On ground that’s fertile And may be even arid at times. Yet some buds blossom. And some just vanish. Such are thoughts that come and go in a busy mind Some flourish and some just vanish .
Sunshine..
You spread the light of love and compassion
In every act and
thought freely with no brake or ration
Giving more taking less
Even as you charted your own unique path
And at times for being so unique even invited my wrath
With a quest for self realisation and learning at every
breath you took
Spreading cheer everywhere itself for you was the hook
As you climb a different summit today
Memories do flood slowly like the glint of a sun ray
Through a small opening in my heart and mind
As I reflect and unwind
Though I may miss you now
I know you are cheering me all the while
And I do reciprocate that with total purity and no guile
Our love today is limitless and not bound
Only regret remains that I missed realising your warmth and
cheer and the unique You when you were still around
(on losing someone and gaining them in fond memories)
On Life and after Life…
Like ashes in the wind.
Like a flickering
lamp in a storm
Like a firefly
Juggling between peace and strife .
Transient Life
The journey of the permanent soul.
To the after life With
what was the mind body soul rife
Sum of the parts of the past
It could be a whimper or a blast
That is the equation
of life.
With all passion and zeal.
To make it a wholesome deal
