The rays are yellow

How happiness comes
Like the first rays of the suns
Reaching corners long unused to light
And to capture it
You cannot close your fists and grasp
You must embrace
With palms wide open
And a heart full of music and sunshine 

Why the preference?

There is respite in words?
Always in silence and withdrawal,
Why the need to converse?
To create noise in the name of expression?


Silence reigns supreme
Submerges you and fills moments with thoughts
It doesn't distract or subtract from the chain that you begin to weave
Inside your head
When you watch a sun, extinguish its embers at sea
Or a moon newly waxing turn dimensions
Through the nights

Its essence is softness
No harsh calling out of facts
Or hurt
Soothing to touch of soul

So many moons ago, each night
Had many voices
Cries and distant sobbing
And yet the darkness wrapped in itself
A dim promise of light
Which would always arrive

Now we only allude, to what used to be
We only have memories and we try not to relive
We are riven by time and distance
And yet we have the strength of collective thoughts
And have triumphed over the dark

The struggle to evade it
To keep the light alive
And let it glow
Brought us this far
And the dazzling light sometimes blinding


We yearned then for silence
A quite space to think and dream
And let imagination take over and guide
Feet and mind
Meandering

Now everything is still - feet and mind
And there is silence, constant companion
And an affinity for wordless conversation
And a sharp yearning for an understanding

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A love for free flowing verse 
A letting loose of thoughts 
And a flow that involves you to the last breath of your being

We start else where and finish where?
Who knows who speaks, who writes and silently weeps?
Whose hidden thoughts you harbor? 
Why not set sail, a bit rudderless and free 

Morning Hymn

Walking with the Lord we are walking in the morning...
The early morning wind brushes your face gently, refreshes and reinvigorated. Tired souls wake up to a new life in the gentle breeze and in the knowledge of its creator. A beautiful path to walk and grateful beginning to the day. 

The Semal is in Bloom

I was born in the early hours of a beautiful spring morning - the time of the year when the city is at its prime. It's stirred by a gentle wind which seems to whisper soft words of new life and reawakening into your ears. I love the feelings it invokes - of vigor, youthfulness and hope. This season will always be special to me. Spring - the harbinger of new beginnings and happiness.
The tree that symbolises this season for me is the fiery semal with red limbs laden with gigantic flowers, which served as lucky charms before exams. Nothing sums up the season as aptly as this poem from our childhood by Kedarnath Agarwal.

Shakespeare on Love

"Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no; it is an ever-fixed mark, 
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks 
Within his bending sickle's compass come; 
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, 
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved"

We search for hidden delights in Anne Hathaway's garden. A day spent walking in the midst of verdant greens and shady groves. There are trees that talk and tell of sonnets and shed leaves with poetry scribbled across. And the heart rests in the company of a heathen god....

..and lavender patches that infuse the senses with diffused scents. We move at constant slow pace across this patch, taking in what nature has to offer and pause and rest and then reluctantly move on. 


There is a train waiting some miles away to take us back.