A cosmic dance

it was rather ironic that i had to travel a few hundred miles
cross the shores of my country, in order to discover my own eternal friend, my breath
the roots of this journey had been laid at home
but i had to make this journey in order to seek my guru, my breath
the voiced that echoed this eternal truth was also from my homeland
we co-incided in the arabian land on a purposeful day
and discovered that we had met before
the voice speaking the divine reality was my father of a previous life
who took me through many cosmic journeys within this journey abroad
to understand my divinity , to reflect my self, unravelling the secrets of the universe
the secret was nothing, but the present moment, the here and now
and you are no one but a God , who has travelled through many lifetimes to master physical reality
thus forgetting yourself, creating a physical god who is in reality a powerhouse of energy
a powerhouse waiting to give its infinite energy to the billion magnets below
the magnets only had to align themselves close to iron bar
the billion magnets are us, the path is being with your natural friend- your breath
and fly with it, it will give you wings to fly, your soul will fly in this sky
to experience oneness with the self and the universe

Imaarat

in high mid summer
of a sweltering desert,
high rises tower along the port
the date palms lace the streets
a lone yatch resembling a boy's fancy
stands tall, i am eager to see the view
from my toy plane which is,
yet another man's dream come true!

Monsoon blush

1.
the sweet lemony scent of
lush green grass
blends in a hot pot of boiling reddish brown water
the scent spreads,
as the torrid earth bleeds,
quenched by the first rain drops,
turning green in jubilation
so does the lush green lemony blades of grass
blend into the hot brown water
stirring up a lovely cup of tea!

2.
the rain pours down
disturbing the creatures of the skies
they flap their wings,
to gain balance in the heavy waters,
jet set to make a descend
sometimes on my little window

Pink Flamingo

with gigantic wings
the colour of lotus petals
they glide over large mountains and lakes,
free and beyond boundaries
flying across many lands
focused to reach their destination
united in spirit, they flock to the marshes
of the tropics; now their second home

Little Recollections

1.
i remember as a child
spending most of Sundays with my family
papa would take us to Juhu beach
where i would then take a camel or a horse ride
or we would eat out at night followed by paan
and a tangy masala soda called rimzim
the paan-wala was renowned in our part of the city
there would be a long queue of bachelors, or
middle aged men posing to be young at heart
my papa would order our 'mitha'
and wait patiently with his hands on the hips
the paan wala would make every paan with elan
and chat with some of his old customers
my papa was one of them
he would look around the lil shop
the paan wala had also displayed some perfumes
and my papa a lover of fragrances
would pick up 'Bruts' and 'Charlies'

Prayful notes

on a familiar evening
in a spacious hall
resonating with hymns and devotional songs
voices austere and souls calm
the square hall reverberates with energy
old wisdom, knowledge casts its presence
the soul dances to the tunes of the swamiji
the head bows before the deity
palms folded to receive the sweet prasadam

Wings of magic

Everytime I'm feeling down
I can feel an angel by my side
it comes and whispers in my ears
o cheer up.. there's no need to fear
every time I'm feeling low
I can see an angel with a bright halo
it flitters its wings and flies
brushing my arms saying there's no need to cry
an angel with a warm heart of gold
lending its strength to me when I'm low
I know my angel is always around me
more than any earthly 24X7 service,
nor does it twitter no have have a face
We gotto live it up, don't worry,
We all have an angel by our side.