Beyond Silences

On the fifth day of Navratri, we honor Skandamata, the goddess of wisdom and nourishment, while also aligning with the throat chakra (Vishuddha)—the center of communication and truth. Often, our words falter, and our thoughts remain clouded. Yet, beneath hesitation and uncertainty lies clarity and divine expression, revealed through devotion and prayer. This poem reflects the journey from doubt to spiritual eloquence, guided by the grace of the Goddess.

Words falter, 

hazy, blurred expressions, 

havering in our minds,

and underneath this veil, 

clarity and passion, with prayers. 

Jai Ma. Jai Jai Ma.

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

In the loneliest hours

In the loneliest hours, 

a littlest whiff of faith,

distinct, like a fragrant rose

and then in the onliest moments, 

love greets you. 

At the slightest hint

that you are willing 

to embrace it too. 

The loveliest part is that

in the time that follows, 

the jigsaw falls in place, 

in those exact, right positions, 

and everything, every single thing, 

it just becomes miraculously okay.

The bestest thing is the whole picture 

that emerges as a mosaic, 

a beautiful, magical patchwork.

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Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Lost wanderers

And they started...
On a long road.
Miles of journey.
One burning desire.
To reach their homes,
to that embrace of love.
Setting skies did not matter.
Nor did rising sun.
Like birds at eventide,
they flew back,
to their only shelter in this storm.
Migrants,
that’s what they call them,
these itinerants afoot,
yearning, pining for their nests.
In verity though,
we are all migratory birds.
Tiny specks,
lost wanderers on this atlas.
Ramblers in search of our haven,
somewhere within the deepest,
quietest chambers of our own heart,
where the soul strums in rhythm.
Definitely, a long road ahead.
Miles of journey,
meandering curves,
wilderness too.
One burning desire.
To reach home.

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Light our paths

You show us the light, 

when we wander in dark lanes, 

guide our wobbly steps. 

Jai Ma. Jai Jai Ma. 

Journey of life

The journey of life,
an enthralling combination,
of strength and seduction.
The endless periods of development
before the blooming of flowers.
The spectacular window views,
humbling and glorious
winding ones filled with surprises,
set backs and gifts.
Big rocks to climb,
little ones to trip over and
milestones,
to mark where we have been.

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Fast lane

Though flawed, yet stunning,
the sunkissed-memory lane,
too much and too fast.


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Mercurial

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Zilch

Zillions in pockets,
pretty much zero in hearts, 
zombielike ratrace.

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Xanadu

Xeric summer winds,
xenoliths yearn xanadu,
for xylem as well.

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Wizardly words

Wanderlust of quill,
words woven in poetry,
wizardly powers.

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