My life is a space 

Given to me for dreams

I do not 

Want to wake up

Till my horizon's been reached.

Jotted on 28.1.10

Thanksgiving

It's thanksgiving today

And the long list

That puts flutter in my heart

Kindles the flame of joy

That flickers with light

To drive darkness away

Now and everyday

It's Your presence

That's been my saving Grace

So I whisper -

Thank you 

For letting it be known

That while that's there

Rest all will serenely

Fall in place.

This time the sea is sedate

coming on in gentle roll

calm without roar and uproar

not wanting to break to bits 

rocks that adorn the shore -

I scan surface

to witness 

settling of sea froth

to see clear 

my change of course

a year of tumult

has just gone past

graced by Your loving hand

that steered me through

to ease

at home in the deep

with stillness 

I rest in peace.

22.11.13

To try

is all that's human

- this ability

You endowed us with

to pursue

the promised nirvana

.......

and so I do

trudge uphill upstream

- nor for the lush of green 

in heaven

its only to find freedom

when I be one 

with You.

There're many paths

To You, however

Only one that's right and true

And if all seem similar 

With their arid and green

Tell me how

Do I distinguish between?

I've then left none

but to say

Let me off the blame

Of falter on way - 

sight of discernment 

That's due from You. 

Change

It's said

And I've read 

Of the Wise

That when 'I' is realised

It's time to change qibla

Turn direction

To the One

Without why

To give all that remains with 'my'

To let go, return

To where it'd been received from

And so I turn 

to face,

In my lifetime - the human race 

Children of Adam 

Is all that I have seen of You.

Butterfly flew

Caterpillar crawled

It turned within

When restlessness stirred 

A sea so vast 

That was withheld 

from rising to meet

The sky of its dream

A Knowing Hand then

Cracked its shell

Lo behold 

The ripples set forth

Lofty waves that

Rose beyond 

A silent potential

Was thus released

To transform and grow

When wings of freedom 

Flapped the soul

Who could stop 

What was meant to be?

When HE intervened

True beauty was born

From trappings of form

Brave and sure 

The butterfly took to its wings!

ON BIRTHDAY of my sister who has embarked on her own flight free of fear, so full of light.