New Beginnings

The earth moved a full circle and
I too sprawled a little further
hoping to find a few answers
quench a few yearnings
Forgot this I
There are some open questions
rhetoric ones too and
I find myself
caught in a raging storm
of both universes
one outside me
while one within
Both as real as me, myself
conflicting as they could be
creating answers virtual and reversed
Tangible but unreal
but I am only human
I strive to go on
For I look forward to the calm
after the storm
They say a smooth sea never
made a skilled sailor
So I will sail further
adjust to the winds
For the winds
cannot be changed
but I can be.

Let there be Light.

Let there be light

For only light ever guided our way

Showing us which paths to take.

For where nothing reaches,

reaches light,

In yellow, blue, green and white,

Imbruing with colors

What it touches

That earlier grieved in darkness

Present yet absent.

Let there be light

For only light brings us to life.

A promise of new beginning.

A new day, a new leaf

Brimming with hopes

An emblem of grit

That surpasses every storm

Inside out.

Let there be light

As spark in our eyes,

As fire in our soul and

Dazzle in our smile.

***

Two Women





Two women sat side by side,
In an Uber parked across the road
One clad in a saree light,
Other donned a business suit.

One cradled a newborn 
against the warmth of her bosom soft.
Other checked her phone
as swift as light-
her expressions terse
her eyes bored.

One saw a figure sculpted right
draped in expensive clothes.
The other saw
the bloom of motherhood,
strength of an invincible soul.

Each wondered if a vision had been
fulfilled or if a vision had been lost.

Envy,
in their hearts, rose.

One saw a selfless
labor of love
Sleepless nights of toil and work
Other saw a persistent devotion,
to a hunt for identity.
to a point perceived
paramount
to be proven.

Reverence, 
in their hearts rose.

Who is finer?
Who is fine?
an absolute summation,
hard to define.
A canal of love or
A window of dreams?
A picturesque view-
together might yield.

Who mattered?
Who mattered though is
hard to say.
One raised a child
that built things called great.
then why such division,
why such  deride?
a difference in paths
doesn't always mean
a difference in destination.

One stopped forth a glass building
Other stopped forth her home
still wondering in their hearts
if a vision
had been fulfilled or
If a vision had been lost.

The Brownian Motion

Our Physics book back in school described ‘Brownian motion‘ as ‘the erratic random movement of microscopic particles in a fluid, as a result of continuous bombardment from molecules of the surrounding medium’.

Now imagine this – You are the ‘microscopic particle’; the world is the ‘fluid’ and ‘molecules of the surrounding medium’ are the life events that weave you/push you/dare you/compel you/create you and temporarily make you into who you are. But why temporary? Because the process is continuous and stops only when one ceases to exist and hence, presenting before you – The Brownian Motion.  Continue reading “The Brownian Motion”