Dear earth

I closed my eyes to see a world unseen
Paradise it felt or that's how it's always been.
My mouth fell open at the wondrous sight,
When the sun gleamed in all its might.
As my head took a turn
I glanced upon the regal Saturn.
Still a sight with a lot of sand scars,
I am talking about Mars.
Shaken away widely from my focus
Came along the awesomely bright Venus.
Stopping my gaze for something even better with a jitter,
Appeared the enormous Jupiter.
Just as I started feeling in tune,
To add more smiles came along Neptune.
As if it wasn't enough feeling like Columbus,
Beamed the beautiful Uranus.
Oh! What hosts these big things were!
Never was there a moment not to stare.
Happier like never before, I stepped back to see
Something amiss to add to my glee
The charms of sand and snow and the morning glow
The teasing wind and the long nice mile, yes, I know.
My planet, my earth, my home, my mirth.

Effervescence thy name is woman

 It's women's day! Voila! So? Why such a hue and cry about it? Why should you even celebrate? Well, you deserve to celebrate yourself every moment and not just get glorified for a day and be over with it. The mettle you are is nowhere close to anyone's imagination. The multitasker in you flashes in amusing metamorphism that it gets worthier than even the most fabulous animation movie.

Why would you care if someone doesn't care about giving you that well deserved pat on your shoulder? You are the pat that everyone yearns for but shy away from admitting it.

The world is sweetly smitten by your effervescent presence that they freeze and hence fail to acknowledge. Now, isn't that your magic wand? You don't need to turn to those fairy godmothers to reach you to some prince charming. It's time you turn around charms into unfathomable depth that you easily dive into and come out as an epitome of grace.
Weapons are not for you because you are one. You behold entirety with absolute ease and you bow down graciously like a bamboo arches subtly yet never breaks.

 You are not just a creation but a connoisseur of the cosmos. You don't deserve celebration but celebration deserves you. Go girl. Live your life. Your world waits. 

A piece of me, a peaceful me

So, what new stuff am I going to be hauling that nobody else has, with respect to human struggles? Well, it's all about that one missing piece that is conveniently invisible. We all end up braving like hunters amidst dense vegetation that hardly allows a blink of clear sight.
I have so often questioned the universe besides myself about the reasons for the constant emotional pits that I keep tripping into as though it was a habit, until I just decided to stop climbing once. I simply lay there and decided to experience the dark. I seemed to choke in imaginary horror that most often wrenched my heart.
Days passed and I delighted at the fact that I survived but I wanted to feel alive. The pit was still my world. Bathing myself in hymns of divine glory, I didn't scream looking up.
A little glow worm warmly sat on my nose tip and I could see the light show casing something that appeared as an incredible craft to be witnessed soon. So it did and it wasn't a pit anymore but a wonder to look into and many wishfully wanted to glow in the glimpse. When asked about how, I simply responded with my missing piece that sculpted this and what was that anyway?
Well, you need to clearly break to know the missing piece and once you do, you will see your ' peaceful me' .

Jallikattu - the southern punch

The roars on jallikattu have silenced but the tremors are once again shaking the trust of people who held some solace that the sport would be retained and celebrated with the supreme court questioning it once again.

Why does India face such anguish every time? Is this silent strength constantly undergoing different screen tests with opportunities being created for confusion? Earlier it was about people and now it's our cattle.

Portraying the words of the great spiritual master Sadhguru, we celebrate our culture and our cows and bulls are not just agricultural support systems but a farmer's friend in the truest sense, family to make it sound more precise. No other country has shown respect and regards to the cows like India has.

Tamilnadu has been boasting of jallikattu for donkeys years and they have gone to prove the playful spirit they share with these cows that are gifts of livelyhood to them. The youth get to see their valorous side because of them. These cows help the youth retain their vitality and instill a certain strong self discipline in them.

Moreover, this sport has never spoken a history of the animals being tortured or killed and only humans have been victims of mishaps during the play. It's a sorry face for Indians to make when we say that we are the largest exporters of beef.

Why don't we turn all our attention and energies to that rather than aiming at  pinning down or rooting out an age old tradition of people that involves a lot of sentiments and the security of our cattle. We certainly need to sleep on this thought. Our traditions and culture form the raiment of our motherland and we will not let some damn unjustified statement to seize that. It is our responsibility to stand up for jallikattu because it's the question of our motherland's dignity.

Let's direct these screams of plight to the moans and groans of dying cattle at slaughter houses that we seem to be deaf to.

Untouchability

The occasion was a hawan in the brahmin household. Divine fires lit up to warm and soothe heavy hearts. There was a quaint little cry inside a woman who sat at the backyard for those four days far away from the festive noise but battling a numbing one within. Isn't the essence of Hinduism in embracing rather than displacing it with superceding superstitions?

The entire ideology of a system that was adopted to nurture the feminine biology assumed a new unfavourable avatar of the untouchable.

Untouchable enough to restrain onself from the divine's doorstep in a culture that prostrates before the revered feminine.

Spiritual science has it that certain temples aren't sufficiently equipped to counter react the negative energies that a woman might carry during her menstruating days. Thrashing rules rather than following them with a sensibility is the frustrating factor that brings many a woman to rebel against them and they become embodiments of arrogance.

On one hand the world wants logic while on the other it is still unwilling to tear open such cocoons of ignorance. Some day the quaint cry will turn into a roar that could probably scare but that would never bring down the inhuman  ideas of rock rigid and stiff minds that would burn like a fire stick merely at the sight of a welcome change.

I wish this change happens and gives birth to a million kannagis not to burn cities but to burn down the high social ridges in human minds if the intention be to reach human hearts. 

Unsaid expressions

Not every now and then do we end up questioning ourselves about certain situations. Or do we? I have listened to many people talk so deeply about their life experiences and how it altered them. Mostly, they were matters of the heart. Being the sensitive kind, it was pretty easy for me to be part of the situation. My brows have risen trying to reach the point how one specific person could be life altering or personality transformative for another. I could vouch for anything only by experience.

One fine moment, it happened. The brows now lowered down. The sinking and floating, the tearing and the conjoining, the deep and shallow, longing and distancing, the questions, doubts..all of them shoot at once and I didn't know which to face. It's like a pot getting baked. And in a while when you settle, it shows up and they call it love....Life altering...by simply letting be.

Fortunate are souls who delve into such deep connections and luckier are when two hearts strike the same chord. Expressions are withheld many a time just for the simple fact of the other heart's well being. Some mistakes are so honest that they surpass the logic of the world. Silent tears build their reservoirs and the tongue drowns. Expressions go down deep. How long? The grave invites. You either swim or dive into. Whichever way, you will be transformed. That's the subtle strength of a true heart, true love.

Breath taking are those moments of unison that are sensed on a parallel. Everything else becomes secondary. Giving gives a great feeling. Receiving must feel greater, I guess. I feel humbled for being capable enough to give but those few moments some while make me want to know..to feel..to see the other end..receiving..
I don't know.

The leaf boat

I whistle on a gleeful tree
Swaying and giggling, merry as I wish to be.
Visitors, Crow or the cuckoo, squirrel or a sparrow
I am part of this beautiful meadow.

Lightning hits, winds blow, I shiver
The sun's warm stroke, I stop to quiver
Alone not am I as my fellows look around
Painted by moonlight I rest,
amidst silent sound.

On a radiance  sheathed river, I slowly trapeze
Gentle lifts of graceful waves melt me to ease
I row as a mermaid's friend dives, a caterpillar hops on to reach ashore
The little leaf I am and a boat too am I for some mirth more.