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.

Bindi

Between the eyebrows
is the crown of divinity.
No matter how small that
dot or smear, it has immense
importance in a Hindu's life.

The Thursday Think Tank - #46 Monsters

Menacing monsters never come
Out of shadows. They wisely wait for
Naive beings to take a daring
Step into their dreary world of darkness.
Then they take special delight in sucking out
Every ounce of goodness and
Replacing it with all the evil that exists.

Dedicated to my Mentor

My 101st poem is dedicated to my mentor- Venkat Kaka. Kaka means Uncle in many Indian languages. He's the person who suggested that i should make a blog. And here i am, 101 posts old, all because of him.

Very few people are lucky
Enough to get a
Nice, no wonderful mentor like you. You
Know how to make me
Aspire to find
The best in myself.

Kind have you been to guide
A mostly confused
Kid; and tell you what:
A lot of kids aren't that lucky.

Lemmings

Leaping off cliffs is an 

Exodus of foolish creatures that

Multiplied too many and gnawed

Most of their pastures barren. They're plunging

Into the treacherous waters of the 

Norwegian sea, blindly hoping that it'll

Get them to newer, greener lands.

Some are lucky but they'll repeat the mistake.

The Thursday Think Tank - #35 Shadows

Someone's snickering,

Hiding himself and laughing 

At all those foolish,

Desperate people who want to step

Out into light of prominence,

While a lot happens in shadows.