The Thursday Think Tank # 72 - Writer's Block

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.

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.

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

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. 

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? 

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.

The Thursday Think Tank #67 - Rain

The clouds are still grey and dark,
and all is bathed by monsoon gloom.
Though life is thriving and greenery stark
an air of bored impatience looms.

All is bathed by monsoon gloom;
Rain was once a welcome visitor.
But an air of bored impatience looms:
Nature has had enough of her!

Rain was once a welcome visitor.
Now her musty presence is liked by none:
Nature has had enough of her!
All what she wants is a bit of Sun.

I'll Emerge Victorious

Oh Death!
When you come
i'll raise my face to you;
i'll not cower like a coward.

You will take delight in
engulfing me into
your deep dark void,
and time will
conspire with you;
she'll fill the vacuum.

Your needle-feathered wings
will puncture my body,
and like a leech
you will suck my soul.

But some of it will escape;
a river of my soul
will flow like
ink onto paper.

And my thoughts will remain
a dark red stain in Memory.

So i'll defy you, Death,
and i'll emerge victorious.