Countdown

The countdown begins - 10, 9, 8...

But that’s a different story...

Is it really different?

All that begins ...ends

 ..................

To begin again!!

Yet it is so important

For every time it begins,

It has a purpose,

Purpose that gets lost

In the process of living

That fog around it gets dispersed

As I move towards zero,

It gets clearer and clearer

Cannot give any excuse

I resolve

Every count will lift me up

Not take me down

yes, it is different.

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All in a grass flower

A small grass flower

Cheer me up

I kneel and look at it closely

So beautiful, Small, delicate

Yet firm to stay there

Swaying in wind with

Freshness of a love song

Totally in harmony

Charmed by it & lost

I forgot about tour to Europe

I planned!

‘There is a lot around to explore

Why go so far?’

 I asked myself as I got up

To look closely at........

                                                               

You are here.......

(Picture from internet, source not known)

As

 Lines of a pencil

And strokes of a brush,

In

Happy humming

Or

Tears

He may shade painting,

Painting

feelings 

……..To reach you

Yes

You are here

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Trail

As I grow older…..

It is almost compelling

To talk or to write

To express….

Alone in my room,

Wondering why?

Water is dripping from a leaking tap,

Making sound,

Disturbing tranquility.

I  look up

Overhead tank is almost empty……

Not long

Before sound stops.

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Art of NOT living...

Art of not living!

I will read all books I want to....when I have some more time!

I will travel all places I want to...... later some times!

I will meet my old time pals..... Some day!

I will sure relish food I love.....later when relaxed!

I will take days off to do nothing.... when retired!

I want to play like a child.... but stop when think of others around!

I will express my true feelings......to someone someday

Have been waiting for right time, right person, right ambiance, right........

How long will I?

Days and years pass..... Yet I always seem to think,

I have lots of time!

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Bliss

A painting with a verse. 

(Watercolor on white drawing paper 15”x11”)

Often there is an illusion that I am giving.

Meditation brings me back on the right track!

And peace  again!

Search!

Search me

You will see many wounds

Some healed, some healing and

New appearing!

Yet I stretch beyond my limits

For it creates more space

New terrain,

And gives me moments

That helps me discover new me

Wounds heal with time

Space created remain within for ever

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Come Soon....a call

Space where

I am not sleeping

Yet not awake, though aware

In the wonderland

With wings on

Gliding slowly

Far above grounds of reality

Far bellow hollows of dreams

Waiting for you,

Here is where I will be found

Space where

No gravity applies

No pain exist

No efforts needed,

Here is where I will be found,

Waiting for you

Always

Come soon

My friend

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Reflections

Overwhelmed by events,

Reacting

And

Whirl of cause and effects follow

....... Pause

To reflect

And deep within a voice

Heard

“Let go...

 Love is to surrender”

Easy comes
reflections in nature.

Acrylic colors on canvas.
Size of Canvas:  18" x 15"

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A moderate speaks.

Hi friends,

I have been a religious moderate.

As a value system in family since my childhood, talks are generally goody –goody when it comes to talking about faith. One never takes close look at facts on the ground.

I think it is so because it keeps us well within our comfort zone.  It will also avoid others to point at negatives of faith that we follow.

Can I chose to have same comfort for long and avoid speaking what I feel is truth, though it may mean I may not appear to be a very polite goody- goody guy? 

I may, with dire consequences for my children and my grand children.

I came across a video which very systematically describes how being a moderate we just give cover to what we really not approve.  Let me post it for you.

I believe religions have outlived their useful life. Now what remains is politics of it. 

I have expressed my view on individual connection with God in my poem 

How Foolish!

Enjoy this video. Thoughts very well articulated.

Please spare few minutes in silence and think, can you afford luxury of being a silent spectator?

If answer is no, what can you do?