Forgot To Pray

The dong of the temple bell
livened up the silent aura.
with a smile on his face,
he clapped his tiny hands together
and acquired a praying posture

Now and then, he opened his eyes
gazed at the sacred form
and quickly closed his eyes again
did he remember a new prayer?

at times his sight wandered
all over the sanctum Santorum
not at the diamond studded crown,
certainly not at the shining ornaments
then what was it, he searched for?

unaware he is of the religious rituals
Not even does he know,
the meaning of a prayer
yet, he just murmured...
A secret language, the gods knew?

Just then, his eyes opened wide
a blissful smile, conquered his face
His prayer...answered?
the poet babbled in his mind
The God himself, appeared?

And what a wonder it was...
a little Brahmin stepped out of the Santorum
his face beamed like sunlight
forehead decked with sandal,
both held hands and sang songs of merry.

forgotten was the world for a while
happiness danced...ecstasy romanced
following the tiny feet
that let him out of the temple
and the poet forgot to PRAY!

Grow your own gnome

Grow your own gnome

Dashavtaar - The Divine Manifestation

When the darkness defined
the time, space and world
thou emerged as a ray of light
basked in thy divine radiance
the world sought it's existence
and the trilogy was born

while the great flood hit
and dowsed the cosmos
the mammoth fish, thou were
and drove ashore the ship of mankind
and the creation, prevailed

when the churning of the ocean began
for elixir of life,
the gods and demons fought
thou transformed as the magnanimous turtle
and held the staff on thy dependable shell

The devil conquered the worlds
and plunged it back into darkness
thou manifested as a wild boar
The Evil defeated,
and the world ,restored on thy tusks

On a devout call, thou
appeared from a pillar in the court hall
in a dreadful form
the half human, half animal
and tore the belly of the proxy-god
Justice restored, the solemn prayers, answered

Like a dwarf thou seemed
to the king who deemed to own the creation
in just three steps of thy lotus feet
one for the earth, one for the sky
the third crushed the pride of the king
thou claimed to be the supreme

with an axe thou came along
as the warrior-saint, the angered one
heads of the arrogant kings, blinded with power,
cut, the mighty axe laid to rest
drenched in blood, of the 'adharma'
the righteous lamp of dharma, lit again

The prince of ayodhya, then thou became
simplicity glittered, tolerance taught
thy form, nothing but a common man
thy courage, greater than the ten headed one
thy story, a book of morals
"The Ideal Man", thou art, still

from a prince to an exotic charmer,
with a flute in his hand
the blissful smile, conquered hearts
he who taught lessons of dharma
standing tall, in the battle ground
the infinite form revealed, the religion, authored

Path of renunciation then chosen
in search of truth, thou wandered
riches left far ashore the mortal land
re-born from the womb of spirituality
Bright, Enlightened, nonattached,
thou walked the way of Nirvana

since then, I Await
for thy manifestation, the next one
eager to offer thee my body and soul...

from a fish to a turtle
and then the boar
the half human, half animal
the dwarf, a saint, a king and a charmer
thou manifested in forms, unusual
I search for thee in the infinite
Unaware I am searching, in vain!
while thou crept in my soul
and wrote thy story through my pen
I Never Know.....

The Descent Of Ganga

From the heavenly abode
breaking all barriers
she descended with all her might

Careless, mindless of the catastrophe
she stretched out of the skies
ready to batter the creation

I, the ethereal, the mighty - GANGA
sent down to cleanse the earthly sinful gore
on the call of a hermit
How dare!

Bombarded with my Might
Choked, with my volume
Deafened with my Loudness
and blinded with my glimpse
the creation will be...
TAKE IT!! here I come...
Her pride muttered

About to fall, she was
the creation, about to perish
when HE caught her in his matted hair
entangled, Squeezed, Crushed, tied
her pride...
outpoured, meagerly through the matted hair
Elixir, Love, Motherhood, Life
The creation, nourished, cleansed, revived

Undisturbed, she flows
through the snow-crowned mountains
through the arteries across the land
from time unknown to infinity

The Ganga...

POST

"Post" a Voice yelled at my doorstep
and a nostalgic world beckoned
The times of inland letters and postcards

The concern, the tears, the smiles and the love
The stories of neighborhood, the news around
The piece of paper conveyed, wellbeings in the battleground!

Miles of distance, the message travelled
with prolonged wait, the feelings magnified
The eager eyes drank the content and dowsed the thirsty heart

so much to convey and such little space!
each sentence colored with flavors of emotions
every word written, dipped in the heart's ink

How ironic, I thought
It was then, and it is today,
when The gizmos shrunk the distance
Yet the connections seldom meet...

The Perfume Girl

The perfume shop in the busy mall,
bottled the scent of the cosmos,
flanked by a girl who wore a forged smile.

Lips clipped apart, under a straight sharp nose,
the lush black curly hair falling on her shoulders,
her adoring eyes, burdened by cosmetic dust.

cheeks dimpled, with talks dipped in style,
her dress of elegance, her smart moves,
The fragrance around her invited a little more closer.

sometimes Angel, sometimes Envy, she wore
and at times the Black Orchid in contrast to the Rose
Euphoria, Alien, Eternity and Organza all the shades of falsehood!

but the closer one went, the fragrance,
meagered in to a whole of stench,
her real self shouting to be heard.

for the lipstick hid her truthful smile,
the talks she talked was not her style,
the emotions behind the lustrous eyes awaited the daylight.

she called it a day with the false mask, washed off
and a fresh fragrance beckoned
and the true self unveiled...

colored in faint pink, her lips were again.
her talks, sugared by unconditional giggles.
the sweetness of her true self filled the noisy rooms.

more glorious than anything
more exotic than ever
basking in the her own aroma, she walked towards the exit.

The Balloon

Red, green, blue, yellow
balloons of all colors reflected
into his dreamy little eyes
that dreamt of playing with them some day.
the thin thread that tied the balloon,
the soft nothingness that filled them
the vibrant color, the weightless delight
it all facinated his innocent heart.
his father sold them everyday
for it was his daily bread
but never, what so ever
he gave his son, one to play
untill one day, when the father gave up
and presented him his most cherished play
Oh! his face gleamed with emotions
as though he held the universe and tied it to a thread!
his mouth open, nostrills breathing excitement
the poor hands touched the smooth surface
and BANG !!! the balloon blew away
his curiosity had turned jealous of his smile
he looked at his father,controling his tears
but he could'nt give him one more
the angry eyes of his father said it all
all his dreams blew away with the balloon.
Just then, a boy came in with his father
crying, making fuss, demanding
for his balloon had met it's fate
another new balloon and smiles came back
while tears poured from the poor eyes
each drop of tear, reflecting a hundred balloons
Just reflections inspiring to one more dream.
the little one held his father's hand
as they walked to the next lane