Sunday, March 22, 2015

The Moon In my Sky

It comes in waves -
the grief of You.
how the heart craves
the smell too.
Some days are lighter
the mind is numb
some nights are brighter
as You shine above
a platinum disc of unblemished light.
I imagine You - me on your mind
the heart grows tight
with un-shed tears,
broken promises
and lonely years.
Most days go by
heavy as rock
the breath is a burden
and living is a shock.
You are a sliver in the sky tonight,
a faraway crescent
of quicksilver light -
now here, now gone
hiding behind clouds
teary and torn
trying your best to be rid of me
while I hold dear
every memory.
You crushed my soul
and my heart did die
but every single night
You are the Moon in my sky.






Friday, August 1, 2014

Burnt Alive

No lilies in my garden this year
no smile, no colour
no rain tinkling on the roof
no relief, no succour.
The world has burned to ashes
my heart - up in flames
streets strewn with broken promises,
shattered dreams, empty claims.
A hundred places where I fear to go
so with your memory they brim.
They said time would ease the pain
but its only death that'll dim
this bleeding of the soul
this tearing of the sky.
Until then the truth remains -
for you it was all a lie.



Sunday, May 12, 2013

Akshaya Tritiya - the path to prosperity

Every page I turn, there is a pretty lady, heavily adorned, prompting and tempting me to buy jewellery - a gold neckpiece, gold bangles, earrings, diamond-studded rings, atleast a gold coin! My eyes linger at the designs..contemporary yet traditional, stunning pieces. The papers are full of them these last few days. Akshaya Tritiya is round the corner (May 13th this year), and according to them, its THE time to spend all our money on buying these lavish pieces of metal in order to become more prosperous.
I want to pose a question though : how many of us know the names of all the lunar months in the Hindu calender, or how many phases are there in a Hindu lunar month and what are they called? How many of us will be able to recite the "tithi" from one to thirty off the top of our heads? And what is a "tithi" ?
Not many of us know what Akshaya Tritiya is, do we? Till I sat and thought about it, and then read about it, all I knew was that its a very auspicious day and has something to do with Aishwarya Rai's wedding. Inspiring, no? So here's a summary of what I found out.
Akshaya Tritiya falls on the third day (tritiya, teej) of "shukla paksha" or the moon's waxing phase of the Hindu month "Vaishakh", which is late April or early May in the English calender. According to our ancient scriptures, it is one of the four most auspicious days in the year along with Vijay Dashmi, Chaitra Purnima and Kartik Purnima. Scientifically speaking, the Sun, Moon and Jupiter are so placed on this day as to shine their brightest.
Historically, Akshaya Tritiya was the day of many beginnings. Lord Vishnu was born as Parashuram on this day, hence its also called Parashuram Jayanti. It was on this day that Maharishi Ved Vyas started dictating the Mahabharat to Lord Ganesh. And on this very day the mighty Ganga came down to the earth from the heaven. Its considered the first day of the Treta Yug, so is also called the Yugadi Tithi. Its Goddess Annapurna's birthday too. It was on this day that Sudama visited Krishna with a gift of puffed rice, and on his return, found that he had acquired unlimited (Akshaya) wealth and his hut had been transformed into a palace. On this day Yudhishthir received the Akshaya Patra, a utensil with neverending amounts of food, which he used to feed all the people of his kingdom. It was also on this day that Draupadi found herself being unveiled by Dushasana, and prayed to Krishna, who then turned her sari into an unending (Akshaya) piece of cloth.
The vedic scriptures tell us that Akshaya Tritiya is the most auspicious day to perform "Punya karma" or meritorius deeds like "Japa" - recitations, "Tapa" - penance, "Daan" - donations, "Havan" - sacrifices. Knowledge gained or charity done on this day is very fruitful and is said to fill our lives with "Akshaya" prosperity.
The emphasis is more on giving and doing, rather than buying! Its charity and austerity that brings neverending happiness and prosperity to our lives, and not that new piece of gold jewellery. This Akshaya Tritiya, let us all pledge to give unlimited love, happiness, kindness, care, understanding and time to those who need it most, and then let us all see our lives become epitomes of Akshaya Samriddhi.

Saturday, June 2, 2012

HOPE




Mangled Heart -
beating still.
Tomorrow seems
a task uphill.
Tears soak
through every layer
of plastic smiles
worn with care.
She holds herself
in the dark of night ,
stark embrace :
lonely pride
waiting for
the morning light
to chase away
ghosts of past,
to sweep aside
shadows cast.
As first light dawns,
a glimmer of hope
slowly shows
her how to cope
with memories of
hurtful strife
and move on
to a promising life.
Beating still
this bruised heart.
Step by step
to a brand new start!

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Truth

Sunrise...
in your eyes
pools of liquid amber
like dawn's golden water
shimmering with
the un-shed,
sparkling with
the unsaid
promise of our youth,
my life's
sacred truth.

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Anew

Emotions overflowing
some sewn some torn
A rush of memories
fresh as a newborn
Cocoon of your thoughts
your silken magic charm
Wrapped in your words
a blanket so warm
Heartbeats galloping
under clear starry skies
Only love and care
in those golden eyes
Restive, peaceful
silence stretches on
Your hands reach out
the pain all gone
Hearts unburdened
souls set free
Finally together...
you and me

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Durga Puja


The first thing that comes to mind is Bose Aunty's white cotton sari with a bright red border. Then the drums playing incessantly and the sweet intoxicating smell of incense wafting through the whole street.
For me, the Navratri are the sweetest memories of childhood, of a place where everyone was family. There was no other festival which emphasized this togetherness more.
As a rainy August gave way to a sometimes-warm-sometimes-cool September, the wait began. With rising enthusiasm I'd notice the men assemble stalls in the Auditorium grounds. Slowly the Pujo Pandal would take shape,beautifully coloured in bright red, yellow, orange. The gates and passages were adorned with shimmery tassles in gold and magenta and green. Overnight then, the statue of the deity would be installed and the next morning I'd wake up to the sound of the ladies shouting "lolololololo" or something like that! Her large kohl-rimmed eyes and the indulgent smile managed to floor me each year! And of course there were her companions too - the tiger, and poor Mahishasur !
For each night during the Pooja, my mother made me wear a new outfit and I was more than happy to show it off. But much more exciting was going to the Pandal with friends (read Aradhika Didi, Munmun Didi, Nikku Didi, Appu). The whole township could be found there each night. We'd go from one stall to the next, eating our way through the mouth-watering treats on offer - gol gappas, chhole bhature, aloo tikki, dosa sambhar, dahi bade etc. etc. You name it, they had it! What added to the fun was the fact that the sellers of these goodies were our neighbourhood aunties or our respected school teachers! It was also a place to catch the latest township gossip, which we promptly did.
The festivities spread over eight wonderful days and nights culminated with the king of Lanka being burnt to bits at our beloved Ramleela Ground with everyone gathered there clapping with glee!
As I go back in time and think of years and years of Navratri and Dussehra spent this way, I can almost smell those autumn nights. Our small world is definitely no match for the big, bold, dynamic Pujo Pandals of CR Park, or Kali Bari, or Paschim Vihar. But the feeling of love, of warmth, of camaraderie, of oneness can never be replicated here. We were a family there and we remain so even now when most of us are in different cities, some even in other countries,united by the memory of our Durga Pooja.
Happy Durga Puja to the Renusagar Parivar, and to all my other friends