Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Thursday, March 7, 2024

Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm.
The pellet drum rattles.
The dance begins.
The creation, the annihilation,
the fleeing in-betweens,
and beyond these apparents,
Shiv and Shakti locked
in divine eternal embrace,
completing, complementing.
Everywhere I look,
all this universe,
'tis but a cosmic divine dance.
Shiv and Shakti gracefully attuned,
to the rattling pellet drum.
Hark! The rhythm.

Welfare unto all 
Rab rakha 

Saturday, February 17, 2024

A handful of soil

I am but a handful of soil,
moulded a few decades ago,
and infused with life. 
To the mother Earth, 
I belong. 
The Mother Earth, 
which is apparently
a hundred trillion years old:
the core, the constitution
some four billion years of age.

So going by the Scriptures, 
my life will be over,
long before Brahma calls it a day, 
long before Vishnu has taken a breath,
exhaled precisely,
and long before a nanosecond 
has been ticked in Shiva's timeline.

Born and then reborn. 
Over and over again.

A very ephemeral life, 
one beautiful existence.

That alone be the aim.

Linking with Dating Earth

Rab rakha 
Welfare unto all