Drops of gold dripping from the sky
Got caught mid-air, on a tree standing bare
Shining, glistening globs of gold
Flicking the sun’s rays
What a sight to behold!
The mind silent
My eyes open wide
Mouth agape I watched wonderstruck
Could there be anything more beautiful at sight
This tree of gold, stopping in their tracks passers-by?
Of all God’s creations is this the best yet?
So bright, so beautiful, awesome to the core
Gleaming, shimmering, yellowest of yellow
Hanging in bunches, pretty drops of gold.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Saturday, May 30, 2009
What Differentiates Dogs from Humans?
With all due apologies to the humble dog for having brought him down to the same platform as a human…
Well, for one dogs are faithful.
Dogs love in spite of, not because of.
Dogs love you even if you don’t really serve any purpose in their lives.
Dogs are, well, they’re simply dogs. They are not this, that and the other, atleast not in their eyes. (Though we humans tend to classify them as mongrels, pedigree etc.)
Dogs live by their innocent instinct with no devious thinking and scheming of how to and what to and who to and when to.
Ah! Now about the superior human race…well, the less said the better!!
PS - All posts in this blog are a fiction of my wild imagination. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.
Well, for one dogs are faithful.
Dogs love in spite of, not because of.
Dogs love you even if you don’t really serve any purpose in their lives.
Dogs are, well, they’re simply dogs. They are not this, that and the other, atleast not in their eyes. (Though we humans tend to classify them as mongrels, pedigree etc.)
Dogs live by their innocent instinct with no devious thinking and scheming of how to and what to and who to and when to.
Ah! Now about the superior human race…well, the less said the better!!
PS - All posts in this blog are a fiction of my wild imagination. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Keep the Faith
What goes up, must come down, what is down, will go up at some point of time. Nothing remains the same for a very long time.
Happiness is replaced with sorrow, and sorrow is overcome by joy, it’s a continuous cycle that goes on and on.
Life is like a roller coaster ride, sometimes it takes us up, and sometimes it takes us down.
But there is a limit to how low one can go, after touching rock bottom there is no way but up. So also, there is only so high that one can reach, after that it’s a dip, dip dip.
For a person on a high it is a trifle scary that what will follow next are surely some worries.
But for a person who is sunk in misery it is heartening indeed, that his sorrows for sure are short lived and his next move will only be towards peace.
That the light at the end of the tunnel isn’t out of reach, and it won’t be long before he regains his serenity.
Like the bird that sings before the crack of dawn, with full faith that the sun will rise, keep the faith my friend and look up ahead towards the sky.
- Rukma
Happiness is replaced with sorrow, and sorrow is overcome by joy, it’s a continuous cycle that goes on and on.
Life is like a roller coaster ride, sometimes it takes us up, and sometimes it takes us down.
But there is a limit to how low one can go, after touching rock bottom there is no way but up. So also, there is only so high that one can reach, after that it’s a dip, dip dip.
For a person on a high it is a trifle scary that what will follow next are surely some worries.
But for a person who is sunk in misery it is heartening indeed, that his sorrows for sure are short lived and his next move will only be towards peace.
That the light at the end of the tunnel isn’t out of reach, and it won’t be long before he regains his serenity.
Like the bird that sings before the crack of dawn, with full faith that the sun will rise, keep the faith my friend and look up ahead towards the sky.
- Rukma
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
The Great Fall
Down down down
Down she tumbled, falling head over heels,
There was nothing to hold nor a foothold to keep.
The sides shone bright, but further she couldn’t see
Behind was darkness and just hollow in between.
The only sound she heard was her breathing
The chatter of her mind and the swish of her feet.
How did she fall, did someone push her in?
What lay beyond, she shuddered to think.
The way was one, with turns and dips,
No right nor left, nor lanes to switch.
The deeper she went, the darker it was
Cold, unfriendly, not an ounce of warmth.
She closed her eyes, picturing her life
The sun shone bright, in a clear blue sky.
Birds chirping in the trees and hedge
The green grass swaying in the balmy air.
Friends and family surrounding her
Lots to laugh about and chatter and cheer.
Then came the clouds, sinister and morose,
Covered the sun and rendered around darkness.
The picture changed to black and grey
No blues or greens or warm yellow shades.
No singing of birds or gushing waterfall,
A gloom descended, covering her world.
It was then that she lost her delicate balance
Before she knew it she was zooming down the channel.
A fear rose and stifled her scream
What she could do, she couldn’t think
Her heart was in her mouth, thumping in her ears
She broke out in cold sweat, she reeked of fear.
Down down down
Down she tumbled to the underground
It could be a rabbit’s burrow she felt
She could be like Alice on her wonder quest
But alas! It wasn’t leading to wonderland
It turned out to be the tunnel to hell.
- Rukma
Down she tumbled, falling head over heels,
There was nothing to hold nor a foothold to keep.
The sides shone bright, but further she couldn’t see
Behind was darkness and just hollow in between.
The only sound she heard was her breathing
The chatter of her mind and the swish of her feet.
How did she fall, did someone push her in?
What lay beyond, she shuddered to think.
The way was one, with turns and dips,
No right nor left, nor lanes to switch.
The deeper she went, the darker it was
Cold, unfriendly, not an ounce of warmth.
She closed her eyes, picturing her life
The sun shone bright, in a clear blue sky.
Birds chirping in the trees and hedge
The green grass swaying in the balmy air.
Friends and family surrounding her
Lots to laugh about and chatter and cheer.
Then came the clouds, sinister and morose,
Covered the sun and rendered around darkness.
The picture changed to black and grey
No blues or greens or warm yellow shades.
No singing of birds or gushing waterfall,
A gloom descended, covering her world.
It was then that she lost her delicate balance
Before she knew it she was zooming down the channel.
A fear rose and stifled her scream
What she could do, she couldn’t think
Her heart was in her mouth, thumping in her ears
She broke out in cold sweat, she reeked of fear.
Down down down
Down she tumbled to the underground
It could be a rabbit’s burrow she felt
She could be like Alice on her wonder quest
But alas! It wasn’t leading to wonderland
It turned out to be the tunnel to hell.
- Rukma
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Specks of White
It was just another day at work when I looked out above the monitor. What a sight it was! A flight of Egrets had taken off in tandem from their resting place on a tree and were flying in the sky. Their whiteness so pure, was shimmering in the afternoon sun. I was spell bound. It was a while before I could attempt to write.
Specks of white floating in the sky
Gliding, soaring, in step, in time
Glistening in the sun shine
Silvery, grey, white sometimes
Sweeping across the sky
Settling on the green tops
What a sight it is!
Oh! What a delight it is!
My heart soars, skips a beat
Surely a glimpse of heaven this is.
- Rukma
Specks of white floating in the sky
Gliding, soaring, in step, in time
Glistening in the sun shine
Silvery, grey, white sometimes
Sweeping across the sky
Settling on the green tops
What a sight it is!
Oh! What a delight it is!
My heart soars, skips a beat
Surely a glimpse of heaven this is.
- Rukma
Sunday, May 10, 2009
A Listening Ear
When feeling down and out of sorts
We all go looking for a shoulder to lean on.
No advice is sought, no wisdom aspired
Only an arm around the shoulder and a comforting hug.
Not empathy not sympathy, not even a nod
Just a pat on the hand, a squeeze on the arm
Conveying I’m with you through it dear,
But most of all we sought, a listening ear.
So silly you say, don’t all ears listen,
Unless of course they’re hard of hearing?
No darlin’, they don’t, they’re a tad different,
Listening is an art while hearing is a function.
To listen and not comment, nor judge nor lament
To listen and be there, without trying to be wise
To listen and only listen, though tempted to speak
To take in through the ears and in the heart keep.
This art ain’t easy, it just ain’t easy.
- Rukma
We all go looking for a shoulder to lean on.
No advice is sought, no wisdom aspired
Only an arm around the shoulder and a comforting hug.
Not empathy not sympathy, not even a nod
Just a pat on the hand, a squeeze on the arm
Conveying I’m with you through it dear,
But most of all we sought, a listening ear.
So silly you say, don’t all ears listen,
Unless of course they’re hard of hearing?
No darlin’, they don’t, they’re a tad different,
Listening is an art while hearing is a function.
To listen and not comment, nor judge nor lament
To listen and be there, without trying to be wise
To listen and only listen, though tempted to speak
To take in through the ears and in the heart keep.
This art ain’t easy, it just ain’t easy.
- Rukma
Friday, May 8, 2009
On Labels & Tags
It amazes me how labels and tags are so important to us. So much so that we forget the basic oneness… that of us being humans. Castes, communities, regions, countries, areas, gender, family, school/college community, religion…the list is endless. These tags and many more bind us, they bring us together, and they also tear us apart.
Over time these labels become bigger than the person and we judge, accept, reject based on them. But what about that basic similarity - that we are all human beings?
I’m yet to come across a single religion that does not talk about humanity. Yet, the preachers of these very religions divide us into them and us, believers and non-believers, we and them. But peel away the mask, and there stands in all its glory, our common entity: humanity. Underneath it all we’re nothing but humans and that is the core. With a heart and a mind, a brain and an intellect, hands and legs, eyes and ears, mouth and tongue, nose and teeth; with fears and joys, pleasures and pain, feelings of elation and dejection, losses and gains.
Alas! This visible truth has over time come to be hidden under a pile of labels, tags and names, reeking of division, stinking of differences, marauded by our own creations. Where did we go wrong?
Why do we reject, offend, repel, kill, repulse and not accept another one of our own, based on nothing but man-made tags? Forgetting the truth that GOD himself has made us in the same cast. Why do we forget that we are equal in all ways, born alike, live life alike, grow up alike and die the same way too; the same cells, the same atoms, the same bone constitution and body organs. Yet, we point fingers, give names and tags, divide ourselves into groups, live life in strife and despair.
I know I will be called a fool to dream of a world by the one single reality of Oneness in all, the one single reality of the highest Dharma of humanity. What does it matter what name you give God, whether you believe or shun him for that matter? ‘Vasudaiva kutumbakam; the universal family screams the holy scriptures, but who’s got time to look into that, we’re busy practicing religion!!
Anything and everything goes, in the name of God. It just doesn’t make sense to me how there can be two manufacturers for the very same entity. My God, your God, his God and her’s, why can’t we instead just let God be God?! And live and let live in love and peace and above all acceptance? Total acceptance of each other without rejecting on the basis of man made labels.
Call me a fool if you like, but I look forward to that day…the day of oneness.
(Well, I'm doing my bit and it certainly doesn't hurt to try. Hope you'll join me too!)
Over time these labels become bigger than the person and we judge, accept, reject based on them. But what about that basic similarity - that we are all human beings?
I’m yet to come across a single religion that does not talk about humanity. Yet, the preachers of these very religions divide us into them and us, believers and non-believers, we and them. But peel away the mask, and there stands in all its glory, our common entity: humanity. Underneath it all we’re nothing but humans and that is the core. With a heart and a mind, a brain and an intellect, hands and legs, eyes and ears, mouth and tongue, nose and teeth; with fears and joys, pleasures and pain, feelings of elation and dejection, losses and gains.
Alas! This visible truth has over time come to be hidden under a pile of labels, tags and names, reeking of division, stinking of differences, marauded by our own creations. Where did we go wrong?
Why do we reject, offend, repel, kill, repulse and not accept another one of our own, based on nothing but man-made tags? Forgetting the truth that GOD himself has made us in the same cast. Why do we forget that we are equal in all ways, born alike, live life alike, grow up alike and die the same way too; the same cells, the same atoms, the same bone constitution and body organs. Yet, we point fingers, give names and tags, divide ourselves into groups, live life in strife and despair.
I know I will be called a fool to dream of a world by the one single reality of Oneness in all, the one single reality of the highest Dharma of humanity. What does it matter what name you give God, whether you believe or shun him for that matter? ‘Vasudaiva kutumbakam; the universal family screams the holy scriptures, but who’s got time to look into that, we’re busy practicing religion!!
Anything and everything goes, in the name of God. It just doesn’t make sense to me how there can be two manufacturers for the very same entity. My God, your God, his God and her’s, why can’t we instead just let God be God?! And live and let live in love and peace and above all acceptance? Total acceptance of each other without rejecting on the basis of man made labels.
Call me a fool if you like, but I look forward to that day…the day of oneness.
(Well, I'm doing my bit and it certainly doesn't hurt to try. Hope you'll join me too!)
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Overcast Skies
Cloudy, grey all over,
Spots of black, drops of saline water
Thick fog, overflowing thoughts
No trace of sunshine, no moonlight either.
Impenetrable wall, mighty strong
Morose bricks, cement of chaos.
Winds of melancholy, blowing strong
Throwing asunder all signs of norm.
Alone, forlorn, nowhere to turn
Darkness engulfing, suffocation throughout.
A wreck, a mess, a bundle of frayed nerves
No rhyme nor reason to argue and fathom.
The hormones fought to reign supreme
A bundle of raw nerves was proof to see.
Taking a step back, detached from the mind
At last! A ray of hope, a way out of the mess.
Spots of black, drops of saline water
Thick fog, overflowing thoughts
No trace of sunshine, no moonlight either.
Impenetrable wall, mighty strong
Morose bricks, cement of chaos.
Winds of melancholy, blowing strong
Throwing asunder all signs of norm.
Alone, forlorn, nowhere to turn
Darkness engulfing, suffocation throughout.
A wreck, a mess, a bundle of frayed nerves
No rhyme nor reason to argue and fathom.
The hormones fought to reign supreme
A bundle of raw nerves was proof to see.
Taking a step back, detached from the mind
At last! A ray of hope, a way out of the mess.
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