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

 

 

Purba Purusha

(ancestors)

 

When I was a small boy
I used to touch the feet of my grandma
Before going to take a test
She used to give me
Ashirbada
‘ajamar hoi thaa
Don’t die and don’t be born

I am not sure
She understood what she was asking for
The eternity of the body
Which she did not have
Neither you nor I
Nor the tiny bacterium

Still we wish
And never hesitate to behave
As if we will never perish
We live for the eternity

I don’t know why
After you were gone
I feel like my packing time has come
But what ever I see
I can’t pack it any way
My possessions, my fame and recognition
All dissolve like a shadow in a dark night
Only I will have the memories
Of you, my grandma and the kids
I leave behind
And become one of you
The purba purushas
((*.*))
January 15, 2005