HIS GRACE

Who am I ?


  I have my fears  &


  I have my hopes.

I am my fears when

I talk about it,

I take shelter behind it,

I make a show of it,

I let it rule me,

I let others address it or

When I think I am it.

          

  I am my hopes when

  I see it,

  I talk about it,

  I think it will come true,

  My actions are ruled by it,

  I am working for it,

  Others address to it or

  When I think it is me.

  Who am I?

  My fears  or

  My hopes?

  Whose choice is it?

             

                                                      

                                                                            30.8.04

                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

 Friends, 

‘Who am I?’ was written six years back in ’04.  As the poem reads, I then thought it was a 
choice of an individual to select an attitude and live his life.

Today there seem to be a shift. As the haiku ‘My Choice?’  reads, I think though it may appear 
to be my choice to me, awareness of choice itself is a result of His grace. 
One can easily slip in a state of mind that has no choice. Isn't it?

Life has taught me this in the the span of six years . HIS grace.

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My Choice?

His grace

And

You remain aware of choices, always.

                                                                 

                                                                                                                                 5.9.10

OSI Prompt : Choices

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What doesn't Change?

What has changed ??

Then,

I loved you for your glowing complexion,           

I loved you for your sharp features,                                                        

I loved you for long & silky hair,

I loved you for your figure,

I loved your smartness.

I loved for what you possessed.

Now,

I love you more for you don’t have a baby complexion,              

I love you more for you have lost your teeth,

I love you more for your hair expose your scalp,

I love you more for you have a hunch,

I love you more & more as you loose each of your possessions.

For without your possessions,

Revealed is real YOU.

YOU  are  beautiful.

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Note : 

Friends, before putting your comments, please pause for a minute.

See what change and feel that never changing constant presence. 

Please let that flow in your comments. Words in your comments may or may not make meaning – it is not important here.

Lots of LOVE --- Harshad.

His Magic

HE waves a magic wand

Life goes on

Essence change.

Flight

Flight  (OSI Prompt : Empty)

It was little difficult

Gravity pulled

....But I persisted.

I go up… some distance and fall

I persist…

Slowly….. it begins to happen

I am above the ground for long distance

….before I fall.

And

One day I fly

In the sky,

Gravity doesn’t matter

Up and down, floating

With current of air…..

......Expanding…..shrinking….

Up…down….

In that emptiness

As long as I wish.

When I land

I am calm, 

Full.

Mind sings songs of heart.

Opening up.....

Opening up…..closed windows

Why? Why should I??

Why not?

Not in my interest….No, not at all…..

Tense, restless,

Suffocated…..

Feelings trapped…..

Not finding a way to deal with the situation,

Tired…

I go to sea shore nearby.

Seated under open sky,

Pensive,

……Watching sun set.

Slowly……

Cool breeze, sound of sea,

Colorful sky…….

Get into me.

Body loosens & feels relaxed.

Beauty of nature outside

Connect and awaken

Within me

Its formless counterpart -my true nature,

Opening up closed windows.

Fresh breeze flow in.

Now……

Concern for my rights and interests

Changes to compassion & consideration,

Wanting to control replaced by desire to serve.

Suddenly,

Situation looks different....

there are many ways to deal with.

Smile passes my face.

Image from :  splashvision.com 

Excellence

  Excellence

Humming, singing

Spinning wheel

Creating earthen pots

That earns her enough

For her to call it good.

She felt calm, content.

Love spilling to show

On the pots she made.

“Excellent. These are best in town,

Strong & well shaped”

Said a customer to another

Visiting her hut.

Smile passed her face.

Where is the beginning 

of 

Excellence?    

OSI Promt : Beginning

Within

Within

Lines being added

Colors splashed,

Perception of what is it

Changing with passage of time,

A connoisseur is in awe

Wondering who the painter is!

Prompt-128-connoisseur          

Connection

Connection 

Training,

Experience,

Dedication,

Knowledge

And opportunity create a

Connoisseur

A piece of art

A loving heart often comes across,

Makes her smile,

laugh,

Feel sad or

shed tears….

Her soul feels connected.

No expert she is.

Wonder who will artist want to hug?

OSI Prompt: Connoisseur

Nature Unfolding

Nature Unfolding

A narrow path, seen passing by,

Hey, what is that, does it lead to that lake?

Turned around and ventured in

Rough, bouncy, barely motorable

But enthusiasm was driving hard.

And about two Km. off the highway

Revealed was

Beauty that filled heart & soul.

Virgin- no traffic, no people

No electric poles,

Peace, serenity, vastness

Cool…meditative.

Just raw nature

And

Us.

Entering that narrow path

Was entering a cocoon

Full of life

Unfolding.

Note: About three hours drive from Mumbai or Pune, a place that is so beautiful and yet so scarcely peopled is unbelievable. Attached are few pictures of that heaven we experienced yesterday.

My friend whispered after a long calm, money cannot get this! I agreed.

(Please don’t ask me exact location for I will like you to find it – life reveals itself to one who is eager). 

Encounter

Encounter

Sparks ignited as eyes met

Lightning strikes

It is over in moments.

Image from :  www.pxleyes.com/photoshop-pictures/Lightning/

Note : This is my first attempted Haiku.