Whispering Thoughts

As the grand celebrations of Mandi Shivratri conclude, a deep silence settles over the valley. Yet, in the hearts of devotees, the echoes of festivity and devotion linger. This poem captures the essence of that spiritual afterglow—the belief that Lord Shiva’s presence is eternal, felt even in the whispering breeze of spring. Though the trumpets may quiet, the soul continues to rejoice, knowing that the divine never truly departs. The valley falls silent.  But there are echoes in my heart.  Oh! I can hear,  the trumpets of Thy footsteps. lingering in the spring breeze. Thou art here, with me!!! Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

As the grand festivities of Mandi Shivratri draw to a close, a sacred ritual marks the completion of the celebrations—barely powder, sanctified in the Lord’s name, is tossed into the air, sealing divine blessings upon the valley for the year ahead. This act symbolizes gratitude, devotion, and the continued grace of the Almighty. The sacred offering becomes a cloak of protection, ensuring prosperity, peace, and spiritual fulfillment until the festival returns once more. Handful of barley,  crushed, sanctified by Thy name.  Cloak of protection,  Thy blessings cast in the air.  The valley smeared in Thy love.  Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

As the grand festival of Mandi Shivratri concludes, the heart holds a mix of gratitude and longing. This poem reflects the emotions of bidding farewell to the deities and celebrations, yet finding strength in the unwavering faith that Shiva remains with us beyond the festivities. Just as devotees depart, carrying His blessings, this poem serves as a prayer—trusting in His divine strength, knowing that today and tomorrow remain safe in His eternal embrace. So long my dear friend.  so long, and until then,  strong in Thy strength,  safe in Thy hold. in Thee do we trust,  our todays and tomorrows. Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

Mandi Shivratri, a celebration of divine order, reminds us that everything unfolds by His will. The blooming of flowers, the tilt of the earth, the fading of life—all are but echoes of His decree. In surrender, we find harmony; in devotion, we glimpse eternity. This poem is a humble offering to the One whose word alone sustains the universe.  By Thy decree, this creation.  By Thy will, the earth tilts. By Thy command, the flowers bloom.  By Thy order, the life wilts. Thy word alone, and nothing beyond,  creating, sustaining, magic wand. Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

Mandi Shivratri, a grand celebration of faith, unfolds like a cosmic fair where deities, devotees, and traditions blend into a divine spectacle. Inspired by this vibrant festivity, this naani poem reflects on the world itself as a grand fair, shifting through seasons under the watchful eyes of the Supreme. Much like the fleeting nature of a festival, life too is a transient magic show, held together by the unseen hands of the Divine, reminding us of His omnipresence. This fair, called world,  very many 'tis seasons. Under Thy powerful watch,  a charming magic show.  Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

Every year, the grand Shivratri celebrations in Mandi bring together devotion, festivity, and the joy of spring. This poem captures the excitement of revisiting the fair, where prayers, music, and dance fill the air in honor of Lord Shiva. The vibrant festivities reflect both spiritual devotion and the warmth of shared celebrations. Just as spring renews the earth, so does faith renew our hearts, reminding us of the divine love and blessings that grace this sacred occasion. Oh come dear, like every year, we shall again visit the fair, and pray and dance and sing, we shall celebrate the spring, for in Thy love, all fetes and feast,  And Thee loves me too, a handsome treat. Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

After relentless rains and overwhelming floods, the sun finally shines, illuminating paths once lost to darkness. Just as nature finds renewal after a storm, so do our souls in the grace of the Divine. We, the wayward, burdened by countless missteps, seek His mercy to guide us toward roads where light prevails and shadows no longer haunt. This poem is a humble prayer for redemption, a longing to walk in the warmth of His boundless forgiveness. We, the waywards, very many our trespasses. Thou art the merciful, steering us to roads where the sun shines  and shadows fall behind. Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

This poem reflects the perennial hopes of mortal traders, who navigate both the worldly marketplace and the spiritual realm. In its vivid imagery, the "rains of Thy mercy" symbolize divine grace that satiates our hearts, while traders fervently pray for the rains to end so that the vibrant Shivratri fair may proceed bountifully. It speaks eloquently to our human desires, a deep longing for both earthly prosperity and the transcendent fulfillment found in divine embrace. The rains of Thy mercy, our hearts satiated. Sunshines too in Thy embrace.  We, the traders, wait for footfalls. Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

Set in the picturesque valley of Mandi, Himachal Pradesh, this tanka captures the vibrant spirit of Mahashivratri. It celebrates Shiva’s wedding feast, where gods rejoice and devotees dance in divine harmony. The poem attempts to blend celestial festivity with inner renewal, evoking a joyous spring within every heart. In this sacred celebration, nature and spirit unite, reflecting the eternal, transformative grace of Shiva. Blessed is the valley!  Gods rejoice and devotees dance.  Shiva's wedding feast.  Within the hearts, joyous spring.  Outside, the festivities. Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

That landmark corner of alley,  those monolithic tablets inscribed with royal memoirs, became our very first playground.  Oblivious to their noteworthiness,  we disturbed  those sacred stones with our hoo-ha.  And I guess, whatever phantasm it is,  that resides in those annals,  enjoyed, when our tiny feet  mauled that space,  (a little ungraciously though)  playing hide and seek,  oonch neech ka papda,  and countless rounds of box cricket.  It kind of felt alive. Awake. Cognizant.  But now, cloaked heavily in its silence,  memorial stands forsaken. The hubbub has faded. And the specters shiver.  Creepy, cold, lonely specters in abandoned, forlorn cenotaphs. Sounds so much like us. Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

The post comes a day late. I had written it yesterday.  But was a little unwell.  So the post was not shared.  My apologies.  April 15th... Himachal day.. Historically speaking,  Himachal Day   is observed every year on 15 April in Himachal Pradesh. The state of Himachal Pradesh came into existence on this day in 1948 when. Post Independence, 28 minor princely states were integrated into one province of Himachal Pradesh. Himachal Day 2023 is an official holiday in the state of Himachal Pradesh. This day is celebrated to glorify the state's creation. This day is marked with a grand parade in Himachal Pradesh’s capital city, Shimla. Local events are arranged in nearby towns and villages to enshrine this day. And for my beloved Himachal,  I just let my imagination run wild...  Oh! For I just want to lose myself in the scented folds of your skin, to traverse through the mesh of your auricles and ventricles, slowly tracing your curves, crests and troug...