Offering

A small basket of woven leaves
With flowers, incense and camphor
Frail and delicate, set afloat

SIP BY SIP, REALIZATION DAWNS

The man scoffed derisively.

Father (& son)

A trio from my dad.

IT’S PERSONAL…

I looked at the religion of my birth

There were questions it couldn’t answer

I looked at the religion of oneness

And found that there were many

IN THE COMPANY OF…

On the chosen path

I walk alone

Except for Him above

And angels for company

Crossover

It’s the shortest bridge ever.

Although you cannot see the other side.

What lies across,

Where it leads to

No one knows.

To pass over, it takes an instant.

But you have to live a lifetime to do so.

It connects two worlds.

All that’s past. And the future.

Pass over it, everyone must.

One day.

And alone.

You don’t know when.

But pass over it, oh yes, you must.

And there’s no coming back.

It brings forth anxiety in people.

Awe.

Wonder.

Even fearfulness.

And it leaves behind sorrow.

Tears.

Loneliness.

In those to whom you’ve bid adieu.

And when it’s my time

I hope the road beyond

Ascends upwards.

SPONTANEOUS COMBUSTION

Nothing overt seems to have happened
But a smile breaks out
On your face
As wide as an upturned rainbow

BLESSED ME

In Him I didn’t believe

Of Him I had my doubt

So I asked Him for a sign

Last night, He ran my life past me

Now, how can I not?

Keeping the Faith

I see Hope flit before my eyes transient, evanescent

and then she disappears momentarily

taking my Belief with her.

Again, she reappears teasingly

rekindling the Faith immanent.

And Desire lives on…

Bridge Across Time

Late-November. Evening lapses into grays with vivid orange flashes of dusk. Driving towards a long-standing desire. Where different millennia are juxtaposed in one single geography.

Destination reached, I park and alight. And take the bridge across time.