The Encounter On The Road

In the madness of
peak hour,
horns blaring,
all on a edge;
trying to squeeze
their vehicles into
non-existent space;
in a rush to reach
their destination!

I had an encounter!
Caught in an unexpected space,
eyes on the road,
mind somewhere else
music in the background;
The grey monsoon clouds
threatening to rain;
the gentle swaying of the trees
in that sweet monsoon breeze!

All these
faded into oblivion
as Wisdom dawned!

I strained to hear
what It had to say;
but, I caught not a word!

Yet, in that short,
muted exchange
It left me with a
still heart and a
peace inexplicable!

It comes when It wants to
and I mostly have
a fleeting encounter;
Like a stolen kiss,
it leaves me wanting more of It!


The Mirror of this world

Stumbled upon this beautiful poem “The Mirror of this World” by Shabestari Mahmud in Eknath Easwaran’s book “Strength in the Storm”

Every particle of the world is a mirror,
In each atom lies the blazing light
of a thousand suns.
Cleave the heart of a raindrop,
a hundred pure oceans will flow forth.
Look closely at a grain of sand,
The seed of a thousand beings can be seen.
The foot of an ant is larger than an elephant;
In essence, a drop of water
is no different than the Nile.
In the heart of a barley-corn
lies the fruit of a hundred harvests;
Within the pulp of a millet seed
an entire universe can be found.
In the wing of a fly, an ocean of wonder;
In the pupil of the eye, an endless heaven.
Though the inner chamber of the heart is small,
the Lord of both worlds
gladly makes his home there.

The Cosmic Breath

That gentle cyclical breath
set to the cosmic rhythm
takes me deep within –
in the ocean of nothingness

Time loses its meaning
and a stillness so pure
engulfs me;
In those fleeting moments
of eternity; the breath
gently caresses my Soul;

It’s a different world
still, calm, silent and tranquil
just a breath away from all
the cacophony of this world;

Pure, Unalloyed and Divine –
An unfathomable nothingness
and I so ache to bathe in it,
again and again!

02/March/2017:: With a hundred things happening simultaneously in life, I did today’s Sudarshan Kriya with gratitude, devotion, and awareness of every single breath! What a magnificent blessing it has been to receive such an awesome gift!

The Sankranti Bonfire

The lone
North Star
shimmered even more
as it watched
The Mystical One
light a fire
of Consciousness
that devoured
all the thoughts
and minds
of the thousands of ones
who meditated with Him
in the dark, chilly
winter night!

Continue reading

A Fabric of Love and Devotion!

Gita, 12th chapter

Gita, 12th chapter

In my reading of The Gita, I keep going back again and again to chapter 12. 20 short shlokas laying the foundation for Bhakti Yoga. I am so looking forward to hear Guruji talk about “Madbhatka sa me priye”. For those who haven’t yet read The Gita, this is right after Sri Krishna has given Arjuna a vision of his Cosmic Form. A terrified Arjuna requests Sri Krishna to resume his gentle form. Overwhelmed, overawed, yet intoxicated with longing, Arjuna asks Sri Krishna the path to Unity. Sri Krishna then enumerates the One whom He loves.

Twenty short verses enough to rekindle the Devotion and Love. Reading it is one thing experiencing it another!

That spark of
Love and Devotion
ignited by the One
with a gentle smile
and deeply penetrating
eyes is now
a raging inferno
that I don’t want to be
put off!

Unbridled joy
that springs up
in His presence;
the ache and
the longing
when away;

Tears of gratitude
that swell up
for no reason at all,
tears of anger too
of expectations unmet;

The expanded space
of deep silence and stillness
where He holds us all;

The mystical Kriya gently
pointing to the One within;

The presence that
stays constantly
in the background;

The mystical fragrance
of sandalwood
that breezes in at
unlikeliest of places;

The unmerited grace
overlooking defects
embracing me
again and again;

A thousand such
experiences all
forgotten in no time;

Yet, the Love flows,
like a river,
refreshing all
that care to take a dip!

And this is what I think it is!

All of us,
yes, every one of us,
a thread each in this
vast fabric of love,
each one of us
dyed with our
own hues of Devotion!

Weaved and Stiched together
by the One who knows,
what it takes to weave
A fabric of
Love and Devotion!

Those 40 verses


Jai Hanuman

Thanks to Alok Kejriwal for sharing this beautiful pic


The 40 verses ~
wisdom, courage,
strength, commitment,
love, devotion
and service;


The 40 verses –
My companion
as I grew up;
chanted at a rapid pace –
with words eating into each other –
mostly at nights
to drive away the
demons and ghosts
lay below the bed and
out there in the dark!


The 40 verses –
a daily ritual of chanting
somehow became a
only on Saturdays.


And then, somehow
Those 40 verses;
in the labyrinths of my subconscious;
remembered occasionally
falteringly, embarrassingly
going back and starting all over;


As we passed them down
to the kids;
those 40 verses reappeared
back in our lives.


Afresh, anew
enthused with simplicity
and deep devotion;
no longer a mechanical chant;
but a call that resonates
deep within the heart;
every word and every verse
reverberating and pulsating
with unbounded energy;
taking me deep within
my consciousness
to uncover that the same qualities
of Courage, Commitment,
Devotion, Love and Service
pulsate within Me too!


With love, reverence
and devotion,
I pray to the One
who is the most devoted
disciple of Shri Rama
asking for:
and Love
to Serve
My Master with
the same Love
and Devotion
as He served His!

The Churning of Mind

Like ocean waves
one after the other
in a relentless cycle;
the umpteen thoughts
rush in
churning the mind;

A storm brews

The cycles of Sadhana
doesn’t abate
the storm;
as the mind
refuses to sit still
for a moment.

I offer them all
to the One who sits unmoved;

I guess,

“For the Neelakant too, this
is a task too difficult – swallowing poison
that this mind churns daily;”

For the One, who accepts
all that is offered to Him,
why didn’t the blue
turn a shade darker?

For the One, who accepts
all that is offered to Him,
why did He refuse
the offering?

For the One, who accepts
all that is offered to Him,
is this, worse than what He drank?

5.12.2016 | Poem after Padmasadhana, Kriya
Chantings: Rudra Puja