I can clearly see


To lie awake each night

Body aching

Yearning

Almost screaming for rest

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But how can I drift away

Softly slip into slumber

When my thoughts run wild and free?

The night has become the dawn for my imagination

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The stars hold the key to my inspiration

In the darkness I can clearly see….

Wait Monday please wait 

Sundays are special days when I enjoy company of my father.

However I am just not able to figure out as to why time flies so quickly on Sundays. I hope Monday could wait a little longer 

If only Monday could wait just a little longer, 

My father would have spent more time with me;

I would have told him how badly I missed his hugs,

And would have fake laughed on another one of his bad jokes.

If only Monday could wait just a little longer,

His body would ache less;

And I would have slept on his shoulders, 

While he would have caressed my forehead.

I would have told him that I wanted his time,

I would have told him how I loved him so bad;

And I would have seen that dimpled smile of his,

If only Monday could wait just a little longer.

Ricochet 

​The words meditation conjures up the images of hermits and sages sitting in dense forest in equally deep reflection. 

We have read stories about how they would meditate for ages and sit still for eons the birds would make nests in the knotted hair on the top of their head.

 You can see the mountains around and the forests singing the wild tune. The nature and the five elements create, nurture and destroy at their own pace. The hermits would sit still to observe the cosmic motion and commotion it creates. The order of chaos or the chaos of order whatever it is. 

The nature in the wilderness can be merciless, very fierce and can make you totally reflective, in the great heights of the mountains which are covered with white shawls of snow the trees with the leaves or even without them as fine silhouette on the backdrop. 

The seasons in forests are very intense. The five elements – space, fire, earth, wind and water the Panchmahabhutas as called in Sanskrit are literally that Mahabhutas-strong, wild, ungoverned, unsuppressed …Each plays its part to perfection, the earth blossoms, blooms when Sun touches her with love. It is amazing to watch the colors with infinite shades of green and yellows and crimsons rise of the barren landscape as spring paints with deft fingers. 

The blooms live the life in a day, dancing in the wind, soaking in the rains, and soaring to the space above and then go back to mingle with mother Earth. A life where regret plays no part neither do the feelings of envy, jealousy and competition. 

Rivers flow through the forests meandering their way through valleys and plains to flow to the sea. Silence in such places is echoes with spirit of the wild. 

The birds chirp and flip the wings, the leaves rustle, the twigs crunch and crackle, the water of springs hums a lovely forest song while the rivers sing a soft symphony. To sit among these trees and just to listen to all the surround sound is pure delight for the soul.

 No wonder our ancient mystics used to meditate in these places. That is one reason why many of the temples and pilgrimages are situated on the mountains, lest we should visit and see the grandeur of such heights.

All the rituals in every religion do have a sound scientific base even if we do not realize. The knowledge must have been lost under the dust of time.

 The instruments of rituals always fascinate me. The shining silver, the golden brass, the rich copper, the dazzling gold all have so many tendrils of myths and history around. 

Every household has these heirlooms. As a small child I would observe these rituals with keen interest and curious wonder. I asked questions which were answered with great patience by the elders. The clay lamps with cotton wicks, camphor and incense spreading the fragrance around, the flowers, the doob grass and leaves in the room-a scene which is etched in my mind.

 The flickering flame on the delicate cotton wick of a lamp has strange strength. I always feel blessed sitting near a clay lamp. The Earth and fire come together. It is an irresistible attraction which connects with the divine. 

Praying is essentially very personal. I can never pray in the temples which are in the center of bustling markets. You hardly connect with the divine. Such temples are all business centers, involved with the monetary side of life.

The temples which are isolated, ancient, in the deep forest intrigue me. Not many people can be seen there at any given time. But the atmosphere is positive and mystical. The myths and tales around such places are captivating. Here, the whole being resonates, bows, meditates in the silence of nature. For me God is Nature, the five elements.

My mother 

Looking at you sleeping beside me 

These thoughts run in my mind 

My mother I seek my love in u ..
A love to dare 

So full of care 

In a love to never go 

In it our heart to bare ..

For you are what life is made of …

In an endurance built in so rare ..

Rearing to go in its love …

Everything in life to dare ..

Giving  everything taking Nothing 

My mother in your love everything to bear ..

In a life holding all love 

In it to capture the whole world ..

Gods love to ensnare 

In her god even dares 

In a love so unselfish 

In her love 

God takes care 

Going in his love ..

In his love  picking life in her life 

In her life god lives blissfully unaware ..

Blessed in a life …in gods care 

In her to see his mother ..

Looking through him ..

In his eyes to dare ..

I m your child ..in you I live …

My dear mother do take care …

In your godly love 

Giving god a taste of his share …

In his love life to dare …

Because I am the love of god …

Gods look down at me 

Engulfing love in a life filled with despair 

Making a nest of life in sticks so brittle 

In to break n tare 

In the tear of life 

Never failing 

Falling 

in her strength to lay down her life …

Willingly for she was made for life ..in it alone to fare …
Was life made for her 

or was she made for life 

Life whispers to her lovingly 

Don’t leave me 

In you my life 

Lives without care 
My life 

You I cannot spare

What you mean to me 

One more of my writes dedicated to the person whom I first followed on wordpress it’s you dear Asha

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Who are you?
Despite being a writer, I’ve never written about you. So, today, I decided to give this a shot and give words to what I feel for you.
I think of what you mean to me. Are you just my love or my best friend too? 

Aren’t you the one who I owe most of my smiles to? Or the one from whom my tears don’t shy away?

 Are you not the one who pushes me to my best? Or the one who makes me not want to quit?
Every time I try to write about you, these questions don’t let me. I fall short of words while answering these. But, today I have an answer. An answer that’s probably meagre of what you are to me.

You are my sunshine.
No, not just the one that lights up my life.
You are the winter sunshine. The sunshine that warms me when the winter chill breaks through my window panes. 

You’re the sunshine that catches hold of my hand and takes me out to the nature’s beauty. The one that gives me solace.
My sunshine. My serendipity. That’s what you are.

Challenges 

​I’m sitting in my hiding place

though I’m not alone. 

I feel His presence guiding me, 

taking me along.
I look around and smile bright, 

telling Him to hold me tight-

because I am on a ledge.
Alone, I feel, I can’t stand right, 

these challenges that pass me by. 

Winds are blowing, 

push me down. 

Help me through the dark.
Yet I’ll hold on, 

head held high-

Certain hardships will pass by. 

At my side, 

You and I, 

everything’s alright.

You have been everything to me 

​You have been everything to me:a father

Teacher, playmate, model, conscience, friend.

Sometimes  not certain why you bother,

If your feelings on my words depend.

I know I haven’t been the child I should:

Far from it, and I really can’t say why.

I know exactly what I’d label good,

But in the real world something goes awry.

Underneath my actions there is love,

Gratitude, respect, and admiration.

Sometimes I don’t know what I’m thinking of,

But I thank God you’re in for the duration.

I’m sorry, sorry for the things I do,

But please believe I cherish Mom and you.

Refreshing sweet memories

I was just passing by Race Course …suddenly the bells of Saint Patricks Church seemed to ring in my of my ears.Our Saint Patricks School is attached with the Saint Patricks Church.

One of the building that will etched in my memory is the Eichsttat Hall.Many sweet memorable events that still linger in my mind.This the place where I started with the kindergarten interview and ended with my felicitation of SSC board exam.What you see now is new monument replaced by an old one.

The inauguration of our new school building.Our Principal Rev Father Alex Quadros and Bishop Thomas Dabre and it’s me standing behind both 

The Saint Patricks Church 

It’s a very old monument about 166 years old  our school is 55 years old 

In the front of this church there is statue of mother Mary holding infant Lord Jesus in hand.Here almost every student would bow  and pray before entering the classroom everyday and I was one them.I never felt different and never will though I am a hindu.

This is the photo of me (right side ) and my class mate Jijina standing by church door …after carol practice session.The carol which we sang was” O Holy Night”

I would like to sing it once more here 

O Holy Night

O holy night!

The stars are brightly shining

It is the night of the dear Savior’s birth!

Long lay the world in sin and error pining

Till he appear’d and the soul felt its worth.

A thrill of hope the weary soul rejoices

For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn!
Fall on your knees

Oh hear the angel voices

Oh night divine

Oh night when Christ was born

Oh night divine

Oh night divine
Led by the light of Faith serenely beaming

With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand

So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming

Here come the wise men from Orient land

The King of Kings lay thus in lowly manger

In all our trials born to be our friend
Truly He taught us to love one another

His law is love and His gospel is peace

Chains shall He break for the slave is our brother

And in His name all oppression shall cease

Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,

Let all within us praise His holy name
Wishing my followers all over the world 

A Merry Christmas and a Happy New year in advance 

 

 

 

 

 

Lamp 

Lamp

I am a lamp 

Giving light even when the air is damp.

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With my light I burn

When someone’s life takes a sad turn.

During Diwali as a star I burn. 

In a life’s happy turn. 

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It gives me delight. 

When the needy students pass with flying colours due my light.

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Every evening and morning in the front of God I burn.

I am prayed for happiness, wealth and peace in turn.

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With my light.

If for everyone I burn.

For me will you burn?

If it is your turn.

12 th Rakshabandhan

Dear Nanhe

Its our 12th Rakshabandhan.

12 years ago I was overwhelmed to welcome you in this world.

I had been talking with you  before you came into this world by feeling and kissing our mothers womb.You would respond then by moving inside our mothers womb.I named you “Nanhe” means a small cute little fellow.

The day you were born 10th september it was one of the happiest day of my life. I had decided your name Kunal before your birth. I was standing outside the delivery room beside my father.The doctor came out of the delivery room straight to me and informed me ” Kiran !!! welcome your brother Kunal”.It was my mother who had told the doctor my name and I had kept his name kunal.

We then waited for mother to come outside with my small brother.It took about an hour. We just saw them both and went home.

We were back to hospital after 2 hours.Mother called me inside and asked me sit on her bed with legs crossed. She kept my brother striaght on my lap.It was the happiest moment of life you had  opened your eyes a bit looking at me and smiling.I had a strong desire to kiss you but I didnt since your skin was so so tender.

Its 12 years now since our love for each other has been increasing day by day.

Since last 3 years you had been keeping Raksha Bandhan gift as a secret and keep me guessing ,thats so sweet of you.

This year you have brought me a wonderful hand watch.. thanks my dear brother for such a wonderful gift..love you so much as vast as ocean.