Since I started writing……

Since  I  started  writing….

I used to see a palace in my dreams

And chase it to make it true.

…….Working hard.

Now I create palace of dreams

And stay in it!

……..Relaxed!!

Different Worlds...

Tonight,

It is stormy and pouring heavily

Whole sky is melting on my little hut within.

Noise of drops hitting hard on tin roof

Gets into me many times louder,

Deafening my senses.

I am vulnerable.

Scared …. I will be drowned in flooded drains.

I hold tightly on to the only pillar in my hut.

Tighter….tighter….

Noise gets louder….louder…

If I hold on till storm pass…..

If I can……

It will be a different world in the morning.

P.S. : following other titles came to my mind.

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1) Only Piller

2)Tomorrow will be another day

3)Dreaded night  

Habit of a child....

     Habit of a child….

 Oh God, You have always been parent to me,

And me… your child.

Since I started praying,

I have been asking from you.             

                           

                                                                                     

Asking has become a habit.

You know my needs more than me,

You shower on me more than I need.

 It is just that

 I am not open enough to receive.

Yet I can’t stay without asking

For it has become a habit.

As I have to ask,

Please,

Oh God,

Please open up my mind & heart more and more

To enable me to receive

All blessings bestowed by you.

                                                                                                                     

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My Home

“My Home”

Exploring world outside

Failed to take me to

Peaks & valleys,

Depths & heights

Turbulences & calm,

Vastness and fineness

That exploring   Space  Within  did

It also took me to a place 
that is always pleasant.

I call it ‘My Home Within’

Important?

Important ?  

Success, failures,

Ups, downs

Stress, ecstasy,

Earthquakes, Tsunamis,

Wars, peace……,

Within….. or outside…..,

Life goes on & on………

Sun rise and set on its time……..

Seasons change as usual…..

I grow older each day ….

My heart smiles

When flowers blossom,

Clouds rain or a friend empathizes ….

My heart feels sad

When I see children bagging

Or by snubs of dear ones……

Life goes on………

Nothing is important

It is just I make it out to be……

                                                            

Soul mates

Cyberspace provides space for people with common devotion/ cause / attachment / affection to interact and their souls to merge.

Aren't they soul mates in real  sense?

Pendulum

Pendulum

Free……. ,

Wanting to share this space…

Craving to belong….

Now,

Belonging each other……

It is binding

Constricting….

Wanting to be free again…..

Swinging between two extremes…

Yearning for freedom & Passion to belong!

Where is love?????         

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Connection

Friends,

Some places call again & again.

Peace and rest is found there like nowhere else.

Siddhi Samadhi Yoga (SSY) ashram at Dehari, near mumbai is one such place for me.

 Connection....
                                   with final destination?

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

Dehri Ashram –

A place that pulls me

Like a river by sea.

I wonder what brings

Me here so often?

Alone,

With my children

And now with grandchildren?

What is so charming, so magical about this place?

Searching for the answer

In space within

I come back to a point,

Where I always stop –                                                                                                                   

What keeps me living?

Is it here that I first found vastness of sea,

Where river could easily disappear?

                                                                                                                                Harshad

                                                                                                                                                                           31.1.10