Diwali

This season I wish us light.

from the humble earthen diya

crafted by the nomad

may we smell the earth and experience the expanse of the light.

This season I wish us light

from the neon signs

from shady streets

may we grace our hearts desires and lightheaded adventure

This season I wish us light

from the starlight night

reflected from the sun and soul

may we know the Indian's secret of giving and receiving from the Universe

This season I wish us light

from the lighthouse

trying to reach us at the speed of light

may we see, may we look and know that there is a lighthouse out there and within looking out for us.

This season I wish us light

from loved ones and hated ones

the sparkle, the reflection, the insight, the enquiry and the inquiry

may we continue to learn , grow and love

This season I wish us light

most of all

from our spirit

what is

 my skirt lifted knee high
I stepped into the brook

smooth sand and snappy stones
under my feet

away from the nagging everythingness
a moment of blissful nothingness

the koel and me
in conversation

a busy snake
swimming to the sand

little red ants
stitching up mango leaves

and then I let the sand flow out of my fingers
as I sigh foolishly for yesterday and tomorrow.

Born

and then you give birth to yourself

a gleeful wonder

glowing face

brows calm and disjoint

joy

to hold and cherish

born to yourself

to the world

precious

to you me and we

a glistening configuration of stars

that you picked

brimming

my heart and eyes

at the courage

the beauty

love.

Bliss

She danced
making happy circles with her feet
on the sand.

colourful beads
around her neck
dancing their own dance.

the sea
its own eclectic music
humming to the breeze.

I am getting married today
she told me
her curly hair in a delightful mess.

to whom? I asked
giggling
with her for no apparent reason.

to me
she said with a dramatic bow
to MOI

i will write my own vows
like in the movies
except i wont kiss

I will love me
today, tomorrow and forever
through the best and the worst
in sickness and health
when its difficult and when its easy
when I am an angel and when I am a little devil
always and forever.

she looked at me
her six year old face,
and I shed that saved up wedding tear.

Wild Grass

I climbed on to a boat that rocked

held on to the post

with all my might

Until i looked at the sea

who smiled

and said "you really dont have to hold on that tight"

the vessel that holds you

is so much larger

that it perhaps is not in sight.

So I stand 

silent and still

swaying with the wild grass

aware that I am defined and undefined.

The Urn

whispers, songs, silences
and much more
hidden in the urn

the evils
pulled out one by one
hope
living in the urn