Seasons of life

@Brahmputra

I experience days and nights,

Seasons, harsh and mellowed seemingly alike.

Longing for the choices,

Imagining the winters in scorching sun,

cursing the chilly cold expectant of a balming sun.

Everything has its beauty so are the vices,

But seldom I remember the good, somehow always occupied by the crises.

Mind tricks me to imagine an expectant future,

Past as they say always hounds,

Perhaps to escape the present which stretches the mind apart,

With fogged thoughts, longing for good times in the womb of an imagined spring,

Irrespective of my imagined thoughts, occupied with a scorn Sun or chilly wind,

Not ready to accept that the present too is an outcome of one’s acts,

The mind never rests but always on the run,

With peace available only in an imagined Spring, Or perhaps in imaginations only!©

     

In the lap of Nature

Birds singing, leaves dancing,

The evening dusk slowly,

Putting on its cloak.

The orange sky, the green meadows,

And the fragrant flowery rows,

Waving with gentle strokes.

The cricket's calls to mate,

The moonlight's teasing glow. 

The distant bells ring in the temple,

espousing the depth of this moment and its flow.

                                                                                 

I feel like immersing myself,

Like a boat at the deep sea.

Gliding through the starry sky with the flow.

Freedom is here for me,

Wanting nothing but just to be,

In this, I find the moment of rest,

In this, I discover the moment of flow.

Experiencing the moments,  

Of Spring in mind and the creative juices.  

Getting this gypsy to sing praises,

Expressing gratitude to the artist divine.©

                                                                    

The Good life

Too much remains to be understood,

Too much remains to be realized.

Seldom you are so lucky,

seldom do you realize,

That you have it all, wherewithal 

To live ...that 'good life'.

It depends on what you have

not what you don't

Many say it is the luxury,

For most it is wealth,

For diseased it is health.

For ugly it is the beauty

For the crooked it is straight

For life is what not death

Everyone searches for that one good magical state

Some went around the world

Asking what is it which gives that 'good life'

Strange to me it was

Nobody had the answer

What does it take to have that ‘good life’?

Came of sudden an old gypsy man,

And declared I am time I wait for none.

I am with everyone but no one's for certain

I am gypsy, I travel with no boundaries and halts

It's me who determines the good life which everyone sought.

For on death bed realizes every one,

Time is required for gaining health,

For creating relationships and wealth.

Time is needed to admire the beauty,

 To love and give it back.

It takes time my friend

So take time to live...that one good life!©
                                                                

Evening musings.

                                           

Havelock Island

On an evening like this,

I feel the time should stop

That there should be a moment of silence,

That there should be no feeling of loss.

That the breeze touching my face,

The truest fragrance in this air,

The sounds of crickets, so noblest and clear.

The dark night and the moon

creating a silhouette out of the mount.

I gaze through the window

At this site so enchanting,

Tapping into one’s truest expressions

Losing the sense of time.

But there is a sense of loss,

The dryness in expressions,

And the mechanical talks.

A feeling being away from the truth,

The feeling of not being integral,

When the soul is agitated, and

Anxiety gripping the soul,

Slowly one gets trained,

To live like a machine in chains...

I felt like an instrument, being used,

 A means towards an end.

I search for the meaning of all this in time,

watching nature as it expresses the divine

Hoping it slows down,

to let me  have a look within myself and

 discover what I really seek.

The Ego fusion.

@Sikkim

In mornings I come across the thoughts like bruises and balms.

The mistakes I made, the wrongs I said

They dawn upon me, in musings of mornings.

Just to confirm that they have me.

And I struggle with them, argue with them

But seldom are they ready to admit that I had been sane.

That it was not my fault, not my thought to be a bigot.

Just like them are these balming moments of joy

They come from within and leaves a smile on my face

 just like the butter spreads on bread.

I love both of them, for it is what I have been

 cunning, careless and demanding sometimes,

But also honest, helpful, and supporting.

I think now not to resist 
because they exist out of my indulgence,

My faults and compulsions, from the generosity and at times altruisms.

In the mornings I make peace with them,

not to resist but to co-exist with them.

Because it's the light of the Sun,

that Pierces through oneself.

To distinguish the selfish & selfless,

And understand the underlining unrest.

It’s when most of us are lost in denial,

To settle down within is what matters.

                                                         
                                              

Reflections by the river side.

@ Spiti District, Himachal Pradesh

Strong and tough, rough yet beautiful,

Sounds unclear, indistinct yet soulful.

A design in the chaos, A pattern in the fusion,

A just demonstration about, the nothingness of forms and perfection.

It’s just the water that flows, the wind that blows,

the playfulness of the mountain and the clouds.

Just that it is changing throughout,

This change in every moment, speaks aloud

That No moment here is ordinary….

That every moment here is divine and extraordinary.

That there is nothing as a refuge, or recluse.

But that I and you are a part of this moment,

which is changing as I speak to you.

It is 'now' that I write these lines,

It will be 'now' when I will utter these lines.

I know now sitting by this flowing water, inhaling this fresh wind

That one needs to be in the moment for no moment is ordinary.

And you say embrace ... everything, everyone.

your flow, your glow

In the twilight now, I hear you.

Weren’t you whispering all this time to me!
With the onset of darkness, I leave now with sparkle inside me.