Thought-Wise

Today I bring for you all a poem of mine which is one of those that were recently included in an anthology called "Colours of Life"  published by UBI (United by Ink).  We all see our own dreams when we sleep...what if, what is all real to us, is a dream of someone else?  Reality vs Dream Sitting on a windowsill I looked out with my eyes tucked inside my drooping lids Shutting me out of the nugatory business of my aimless view My unrestrained mind seizing my earthly eyes I now think - What if... our stark reality is a perennial dream of some all-pervading soul? What if... we are copious microcosms of a single macrocosm? What if... our élan vital is just a projected animation of some Mahayogi? What if... that cosmic soul rises from Her elongate slumber And sucks Her fanciful vision back to Herself? What if... our essence vanishes in thin air  As Her dream escapes from Her 'now open...

Drenched with the sweat of her own swelled up perspiring body she had been laboring for about twenty-four hours now. Shooting up and down in a wave-like motion following her labor contractions she valiantly surfed through the tsunami of her pains. Her cervix dilating to an unimaginable ten centimeters. She was ready to let a whole watermelon out, if that meant the only way to alleviate the writhing cramps and unbearable convulsions. The Doula's inspiriting calls worked like a snake charmers ' Pungi ' (Musical Instrument) who tries to seemingly hypnotize a cobra. Like you sweep each grain of dust with a broom and heap it up in a dust pan, she amassed all the crests and troughs of energy streaming inside her germinating body. Mustering even the last iota of superhuman strength she gave her final push screaming out loud, one last time. A slippery bundle of flesh and blood emigrated out to this world of light and air. As the loud shrieks of long...

Life does not grow roots Gypsies keep shifting their camps Souls move through bodies I was watering some withering plants in my garden when I thought they have roots and will die but move. On the other hand, we have legs and would perish if we don't move! What if We the People too had physical roots locking us with the earth underneath! A strange feeling...Huh! We can't even see this static image in the mind's eye. Nature had some deep rooted plans while creating various Life forms on Earth. As per this plan some are supposed to stay stationary and grow roots while others are supposed to lead a moving life staying unattached to any single place. For Humans Moving is living, Unmoving is dying. We all know this, but somehow in this high tech corporate culture world we tend to sit glued to a seat most of our lives. Be it a couch in the living room, or the car/bus/train/plane seat while traveling or our office chairs. I don't need to say any further what th...