On a meditative morning
I was mindful
Of two things in my life
I need to be grateful
One is inside me
and I was inside the other
Through a chord they were
Connected to each other
It’s my beating heart and
My beautiful mother
Floating like a balloon
At a high altitude
I take a breath with
I vow to take care of
My heart with calmness
And talk and listen to my mother
With love and warmness.
Some people just talk
And others walk the talk;
Some walkers are proud of walking
They do it since others are watching;
These walkers now start talking
In a few moments you’ll know they’re bragging;
Can I be someone who walks and doesn’t talk?
Right action needs no recognition, let me just walk.
A seed of thought falls on the soil of self
When you fail once or twice
A sprout of doubt comes out of self
When you fail two more times
This plant keeps growing watered by worries
Stopping you from trying again
What’s nurtured becomes natural by nature’s law
You then call it ‘personality’, not your flaw
One day you will regret for not guarding the mind
When you realize there’s no escape no matter where you find.
A book of beliefs
a quilt of conclusions
a collage of images
a jar of judgments
a bottle of fears
a battle of ideas
a stream of thoughts
or a mélange of memories?
You call me Self, Ego or simply ‘I’
Without any memories, who am ‘I’.
I am elated! The wait is over
After four long days, the weekend is here.
Ninety minutes of joy watching a boy have fun
While he watches me his face glows like the shining sun.
It’s hard to accept when the weekend ends
But I’m glad now the father’s turn begins.
While I wait for the next weekend
I find peace knowing that the boy’s love for me has no end.
(My son Samyak aged 6 years gets access to my Macbook Pro from Friday to Sunday for 90 minutes. This poem is a description Macbook’s feelings towards Samyak).
This is my first free-form poem
I feel free writing this with no rhymes or a fixed form
It brought out memories from my childhood days
When I scribbled and doddled with no fear of ratings
The lines above rhymed not because I wanted
I just wrote my thoughts as they arose
Can I embrace my life like this?
Acting right and then accept what comes my way.
We are sitting by the window sipping tea at TeaSpoon
The sun is hiding behind the clouds this afternoon
Time seems to freeze when we are here
It’s great fun to be together and talk to each other
I read the quote on the glass ,”enjoy life one tea spoon at a time”
And it reminds us to enjoy the life one moment at a time.