The home and the world

To reach the deeper truth, Sometimes you need to bypass the smaller truths. To touch the stars, You need to focus first, on the ground beneath. The path trodden by many a souls since infinity, Seems full of trials,   a many. Yet it beckons me to move ahead, Leaving   the untold stories, unheard......unsaid.    

The unseen thread, it binds us all. May it be spring, may it be fall. It winds through our loves and our hates. And it seeps thru our untold fates. Silently it weaves a mesh around, Lovingly it treads on barren ground….. Every fibre, delicate though it seems, Has the strength to engulf every dream. It’s your choice how you become a part, Of the golden threaded wrap of time. You could entwine your being within its knit Or let your mind be woven in the golden string. You could be soothed by its soft caress, or you could let its spindle prick you hard.   Sometimes you will get entangled in its yarn, And at other times the torn soul it will darn! The thread, its unseen knots and ties, binds us all in the celestial skies! This, we all must remember in good faith, not only in life but also in death.                

 HUES OF THE  RAINBOW! The ray of sunshine fell on to the surface and out scattered the colours of the rainbow from nowhere. Hidden within the parched soil was a drop of dew which was hit by the sunray. Now the question remains as to, to whom do the colours belong ? To the ray of sunshine, to the parched soil or to the drop of dew? Nevertheless the picture splashed by the hues, is lucid, yet has a story to tell.

SoHmmm ! Like fragrance is to the flower, and warmth is to the sun. like sweetness is to honey, and innocence is to the child, like softness is to the feather, and gentleness is to the breeze, BELIEF in one self should be the very essence of the you in thee. I believe in myself.... so , I AM !!

चला  आयुष्य  गुंफुया ! क्षण एक, मनास भिजवी चीम्म्ब, क्षण एक, मनातील सुख प्रतिबिंब. क्षण एक, मनात सुखाची झ्हालर, क्षण एक, मनात स्वप्नांची भुरळ. क्षण एक, मनातील दीप प्रज्वलित, क्षण एक, मनातील साठले गुपित. क्षण एक, मनातील असे एकल कोंडा, क्षण एक, मनातील दुक्खाचा धोंडा. क्षण एक, मनातील आस्वांचे तळे, क्षण एक, मनात प्रीतीचे मळे. क्षण एक, मनातील अनामिक हुरहूर, क्षण एक, मनातील माजले काहूर. क्षण एक, मनातील ओल्या मायेचा, क्षण एक, मनातील प्रेमाच्या सायीचा. क्षण एक, मनातील हिरवे हितगुज, क्षण एक, मनातील पाखरांचे अलगुज. क्षण एक, मनातील रिता रिकामा, क्षण एक, मनातील नवा बहाणा. क्षण एक मनातील, शात, सस्वर, क्षण एक, मनातील ….मखमली, धूसर. क्षण एक, मनातील देवाचे नमन, क्षण एक,...

It hurts a lot!!!.... Why is God calling all the beautiful, talented people like the late Jagjit Singhji, Bhupen Hazarikaji etc back to him in such a rush! We need them and their creativity even more nowwww amidst this ever increasing senselessness that is spreading in every field in this world! People are running after money, forgetting and sometimes not even bothering to cool their souls with the milk of talent made available to them by the likes of Bhupenji and Jagjitji! To them, the jingle of money is sweeter than the sound of music of the heart!

Heaven on earth! A spot where the sky and the earth seem to embrace lovingly!