Picnic on meadows

Pretzels, drinks, sweet tarts,

a spring picnic on meadows.

Litter left behind.

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Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

The lawn

 One thought.

Many ways to put it.

Two I have attempted.

Save water. Save earth.

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha.

Humbled

The reign
of the most evolved,
most sophisticated,
masterminds,
ever striving,
to prove their might,
their supremacy
crippled and maimed today,
incapacitated
by a mere microscopic,
minuscule fragment of life.
Everything and yet nothing.

I close my post with the following Sanskrit Shloka:

Shanti Paath
ॐ सर्वे भवन्तु सुखिनः
सर्वे सन्तु निरामयाः।
सर्वे भद्राणि पश्यन्तु मा कश्चिद्दुःखभाग्भवेत।
ॐ शान्तिः शान्तिः शान्तिः॥
oṃ sarve bhavantu sukhinaḥ
sarve santu nirāmayāḥ
sarve bhadrāṇi paśyantu mā kaścidduḥ khabhāgbhaveta।
oṃ śāntiḥ śāntiḥ śāntiḥ॥
सभी सुखी होवें,
सभी रोगमुक्त रहें,
सभी मंगलमय घटनाओं के साक्षी बनें और किसी को भी दुःख का भागी न बनना पड़े।
ॐ शांति शांति शांति॥
May all sentient beings be at peace,
may no one suffer from illness,
May all see what is auspicious, may no one suffer.
Om peace, peace, peace.

Clarion Call

A lonely birdsong
in the pre-dawn ghostly hours,
the strained, drained plea
of Mother Earth,
withered and writhing,
breathing apart
“Whither are we bound? “
The question glares at us
in our insomniac stupor.
We the somnambulists,
wandering towards a mirage,
hear it, clear and distinct,
but will we heed?
And that too, when there’s time still?
Or will this be our eternal regret?
That we erased all songs
from the heart of earth
to record our emptiness.

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On the edge

In the last fortnight, there have been incidents when the air quality of our national capital has deteriorated alarmingly. It is the wake up sign.. If not us then who, if not now then when... The mother nature is waiting for some answers...

The thick shroud of smog;
goodbye whisper of autumn,
stuck in hazy dusk;
the raging echo of our callousness;
dismal glower of Nature;
looming question of doom!

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Haze

In that ashen pallor of landscape,
wearing
not the beauteous wintery-white
but the toxic smokey shroud;
beneath that grey blanket,
that thick, hazy and gloomy spread;
midst that smothered afterglow of twilight,
we experience the quavers of doom.
Is it too late?
We shiver.

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Welfare unto all
Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

Speak, oh dear little sparrow

Speak, oh dear little sparrow speak!

So long!

And all this while, not a tweet from you?

No chitter, no flitter, not even your glimpse.

‘Twas like you had moved to distant lands.

Seemingly gone forever.

Speak, oh dear little pecker speak!

Did you not miss us, all this while?

Did we not ever cross your mind?

Or were you busy weaving your nests,

building a life in foliage untouched?

Speak my dearest songbird speak!

How cometh you grace our garden today?

What brings you back to my abode?

 “A little green and bird-bath,

in the shade of Balinese firangipani”.

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Caprine jam

Gaddis are on move,
for food and fodder and life.
Large flocks of sheep
and some goats,
the wherewithal of this nomadic cult,
block the highway oftentimes,
that treacherous mountain road
with its serpentine circuits,
steep falloffs and dizzying heights.
The slow but sure-footed bleating caprines
making their way through hairpin turns and narrow hilly lanes.
A sight to behold in itself.
There is a beautiful melancholy in their move,
a harmony, a congruence of elements,
a comfort in this roadblock.
A couple of blind lefts and rights,
and I will be home.
Home, that I carry in my heart.

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From the heart of Ganges

My prisitine icy gush from mountain snows
Refining, smoothening the roughened rocks,
Oft running past the perimeters, the untamed, savage surge
Embracing and accepting all that you offer:
Largely devotion and veneration
Defying sciences, preferring rituals;
Mostly refuse, muddying my being,
While cleansing yours for eons and generations.
Just the way it was destined.
I am your salvation,
A little murky now, but I will survive.