INDEX

Butterflies

Creations and the Creators

How do they do it?

I Am Walking On An One-way Street

In My Mind’s Sky

It is All in the Packaging

Pandemic Infection

Parallel Universes

Purba Purusha

Revolving Door

Running Amuck

Salmon Run

Scary Thoughts

Seeing more by Closing Eyes

The Sentinel of Time

Shakyamuni’s Dance

Spider Web

Sunrise after the Snowstorm

The Barrier Reef

The Bipolar Oak Leaf

The Caged Bird

The Chariot of Life

The Creator and the Creation

The Dance of Disintegration

The Desire and Quest

The Force

The Fragrance of the Sweet Jasmine

The Land of Endearment

The Motion of Living

The mundane Day

The Quest of a lifetime

The Quest For My Present

The Reality Check

The Ritual of Re-initiation

The Show goes on

The Silence of the Night

The Story of a Candle Light

The Tale of Tails

The Tulip bud of the Afternoon

The Window to all Hearts and Mind

The world we live in

The Year of the Life

Truth is Nothing but an Inference

Uncommon within Commonality

Wild Mustard Flowers

Wild Mushrooms

Your Lover was Once a Stranger

 

 

In My Mind’s Sky

 

Like the birth of the stars
In the womb of dark night
Over the Sierra mountains
Like the swarm of bees
Rushing to the freshly
Awaken lazy rose buds
Like the migration
Of salmons to
The breeding ground in Alaska
Like a fresh snow shower
Questions sneak into
My mind’s
Breeder reactor
Incessantly.

Like thousand new born
Colic babies
Lots of queries
Keep me awake
Crawl on me like millipeds
And I wonder
About the grand design
About it’s principles
Of cause and effect
Or is there one any way?

I wonder about
Who are really the haves?
And who are the have-nots
About the definition of
Right and wrong
About the vanishing horizon
Between the agony of bee stings and
the ecstacy of tasting the honey
About the never met soul mates
About the unbroken string of love
That flows across the oceans
Defying the realm of possibilities.

I wonder
About why something just happens
About who deserves what and why
And where does it all begin
And how does it all end
And does it have to
End any way?
Saying good bye
is such a awful thing!

In the life’s lottery game
Who wins and why
Does the winner take it all?
And is the winner a winner after all?

I wonder and wonder
What for the snow
Tramples a tulip bud
which thought it was spring already
What for the soul pines
And seeks and seeks
For something
For somebody
Who may not be there
After all?

A river
Full of love
Full of life
Full of desires
Full of laughter
Full of sighs
Full of wounds by stepping
On the splinters of broken dreams
Overflows like the Ganges
From the head of Shiva
And becomes the dark night
Mysterious
Mystical
Mythical
Giving birth to so many queries
Like the birth of the stars
In my mind’s sky.
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February 22, 2001