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

 

 

 

The Sentinel of Time


Today, I saw you inside a car
You look same
As when I saw you
In India, in a small village
In a city, in a town
Sitting under a big tree
Serene, calm and reflective
Of the past pain and pleasure
Tell me
My dear unknown grand grand ma.

Like the tree
You cherished growing up
The fun of being a butterfly
Running wild
Until you left
Mom’s womb
To a strange place
To a stranger’s place
To build a life
Of your own,

Husband came
Babies came
Grandkids came
Monsoon came
Drought came
Festivals came
Cholera came
In the tear of your eyes
With your nimble fingers
You carved the life
You carved the love
For the babies
For the cats,
For the cows
Even for the snakes
Which sought refuge
In your house
In monsoon days.

What you saw
What you wanted to see
I don’t know
But a sentinel of time
I wonder
I wonder
About you
Just like
I wonder about me.

((*.*))
July 2001