By the iron law of nature
all voids shall be filled.
By the iron law of nature
no crisis lasts long.
So, when writer's block will strike
I shall not fear, for
there is no dearth of ideas;
they always come in times when
they are needed most.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Garbha
Garbha- Garba (ગરબા in Gujarati) is an Indian form of dance that originated in the Gujarat region. Garba is performed in a circle as a symbol of the Hindu view of time. The rings of dancers revolve in cycles, as time in Hinduism is cyclical. As the cycle of time revolves, from birth, to life, to death and again to rebirth, the only thing that is constant is the Goddess, that one unmoving symbol in the midst of all of this unending and infinite movement. The dance symbolizes that God, represented in feminine form in this case, is the only thing that remains unchanging in a constantly changing universe (jagat).
In this poem I've tried to describe the ecstasy that comes with doing garbha
Go around in a dancing circle
And celebrate the joy of living, the
Rhythm of divine energy that
Bursts and crackles through every atom
Hovering in your body. Then transcend your joy
And melt into the metaphysical.
In this poem I've tried to describe the ecstasy that comes with doing garbha
Go around in a dancing circle
And celebrate the joy of living, the
Rhythm of divine energy that
Bursts and crackles through every atom
Hovering in your body. Then transcend your joy
And melt into the metaphysical.
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Mother incarnate
This is a poem that has come out rather late. I intended to write this during navaratri. Navaratri is a festival in India in which we celebrate the feminine aspect of god for nine nights.
Mother incarnate,
we bow to your power
with all humility;
for what would be
life without the auspiciousness
of your divine breath?
Life is cradled in your womb
and nourished by your breast.
What a healthy beautiful world
you've brought us
and sustained
and sustained
But our beauty
is a mere shadow
of your beauty.
The giver is
always richer than
the taker.
Mother incarnate,
we bow to your power.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Where did i Lose that Word?
Why does it elude my memory?
Like a thief it robs that magic:
the special ingredient
that flavours expression.
Blindly, i grope my
subconscious;
where did i
lose that
word?
subconscious;
where did i
lose that
word?
Friday, October 7, 2011
The Thursday Think Tank # 69 - Haunted Houses
The
house is
haunted by
a living ghost
who is certainly
solid, eats, breathes and moves.
Though she's luckily alive
she lives not in this moment: her
mind hovers half-dead in bygone past,
going dusty like an abandoned house.
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