Friday, January 25, 2019


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.


Wednesday, July 25, 2018

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........

Sunday, April 8, 2018

You are here.......

(Picture from internet, source not known)

 Lines of a pencil
And strokes of a brush,
Happy humming
He may shade painting,

……..To reach you

You are here

Monday, November 13, 2017


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.


Thursday, October 19, 2017

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 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!


Sunday, October 2, 2016


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!

Tuesday, June 7, 2016


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

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

Come soon
My friend

Saturday, May 28, 2016


Overwhelmed by events,
Whirl of cause and effects follow

....... Pause
To reflect

And deep within a voice

“Let go...
 Love is to surrender”

Easy comes
reflections in nature.

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


Thursday, March 24, 2016

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 
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?