Her

I have become intimate with this face. I have chiseled it bit by bit, slowly and with patience of a mother creating her child. I watched her acquire form, features, and finally her fate - doomed to a birth. Her awareness of life etched her in sorrow. I mothered her without realizing this sorrow of life, her life, or any life. I did not watch the world outside enough, but was swayed by the creative joy of chiseling away, little by little, bit by bit. I created her and now watch her - and the world through her.

Fruit on a Vine

Today I worked on my garden. I cleared, cleaned, potted, seeded. I was once again celebrating, now the departure of Meghs and the brilliance of sun on a cool and crystal day. As my daughter said, "It is so nice to be outside". I agreed. It has been a long time since I toiled in my garden.
It is then it occurred to me - that the fruit is anchored on a vine, that is wrapped around a tree, that is rooted on this earth, which dances around a sun, which races with many billion stars around our galaxy, which swirls in space, as the space itself zips fast - very fast towards eternity. I thought this when I paused in my garden and looked at a fruit on a vine.

Fields and Foliage

Patterns on Sand

Mostly Shells

Travel Musings..

It all teems
with life
schools of shells
tickle my soles
inside.
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I walk the
lip
of oceans
deep,
wavering
along
shore's
shifting line,
uncertain,
uncommitted
but poised-
in this suspended
moment
of space and time.
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With ease,
earth wears
her watery veil,
to captures heavens
infinitely deep.
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It is
astonishing
they pilgrim
here to die-
bugs, bees,
slugs, wasps
and
dragonflies....Harakiri on Goan Shores.












Flooded paddies
Teal Skies
Glistening boulders-
Buffaloes.
---

Rushing Train,
Plastics Fly-
no, Just Herons!
----
On local train in Mumbai:

Late night
monsoon rains,
humans packed
in rattling train,
grim and grimy
sweaty and tight,
hopeless, burdened
-tragic sight.

-and -

Empty compartment,
a solitary I
3 youths walk in
noisy and high
stop to stare-
red glazed eyes
-Why?
----
On road in Goa:

Rain lashes,
blood flows in streams
from cuts and gashes
under natures peeled green.
---

So
Hum,
Hum
So,
So...
I fly!

--

I run
far,wide
to seek
silence
inside.
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Its all the same
them and I
ocean's chorus,
waving grass
fields of flowers
crystal stars;
beggars and leper
tycoons in cars
giver and exploiter
all the same-
still, or journeying far.
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Evening light
copper sands
hiding stars





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Air, Water, Earth,Fire in Goa