Sacred legacy

The cosmic balance,
the feminine and the fierce,
sacred legacy.

Navratri Day 2

The empty vessels,
bhakti fills us, drop by drop,
void is filled, made whole.

Jai Ma. Jai Jai Ma.

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Jai ma

The tinkling anklets ring,
marking the arrival of Mahagauri.
The  Navdurga is venerated
for nine auspicious nights.
Nine manifestations of mother,
teach us to
still our mind like a stone,
strive to reach the pinnacles,
challenge the horizons,
revel in the infinity that we are,
tame the wanderlust of our thoughts,
streamlining, balancing, synchronizing them.
She who resides within us
and yet is so beyond,
who is the creation and the creator,
who cares for
the infinitesimally small atoms and
the immeasurable galaxies equally,
who advocates fairmindedness,
who imparts skill, spirit and sensibility,
who bestows abundance and prosperity,
may she Bless us.
All the time zones, all light,
all our emotions, all life, all creations,
the energies that sustains the cosmos,
the strength, transformation, anger,
beauty, compassion, fear, and power,
everything blends into her.
Like saplings,
planted in fertile soil,
may we grow and prosper,
nestled safely in the bosom of Adishakti,
so tender yet so strong.
Jai ma. Jai Jai ma.

Midnight musings

The soft winds blow.
Nearly-full-moon shines bright.
The wind-chimes tinkle.
Subtly. Tenderly.
It is in such nights,
bedecked with silver,
and embellished with sequins,
that I sit in the lawn
and listen to the faint melody that plays.
And in my heart I talk to you.
Deep meaningful conversations.
In those moments,
you may be miles apart
but these rustlings bring you nearer.
Closer.
Like I can touch you.
Gently. On the cheek.
The uncertain music of the wind-bells rise.
The certainty of love grows.
Loud. Clear. Distinct.
Best part!
The notes stay with me.
Long after the winds rest.

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Wind chimes

Rhythmic jingle plays,
the wind-chimes croon pure music,
subtle serenade.

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Simple cup of tea

Tea, mint, sugar,
delicate proportionate balance,
diffuses slowly,
elementally,
in the simmering water.
The stains blend,
beautifully,
in the teapot.
A deep saturation follows.
Calm, quiet contentment.
One simple cup of tea,
brewed to perfection,
in a mindful, meditative ritual.
A ceremony indeed.
Fine tea in finer company.

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Ecstasy

Soulful harmony,
heart swelling with gratitude.
Perfect ecstasy.

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Perfume

Ah! the aroma of us.
If only, I could arrest this perfume
and patiently refill the spray bottle.
And then when you are not around,
I would wear this scent with pride,
like a rare gem from a prized collection,
and breathe your presence.
Oh I know, it won’t bring you back
but it will atleast dull your absence.
Yes! I would seize this togetherness
and live it over and over again.
Every infinitesimally small moment.
I would hold on to it
like my lifeline
for that is what it is.
And then, I would play it.
Repeat. Shuffle off.

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