Big Bang Theory

The esoteric secret
of the birth of this universe
lies half buried in
expanding space,
exploding supernovae
or equipped labs.

It waits to be unearthed
during that vital moment
when man and woman
melt into ecstatic union.

There is an explosion of space
in a bubble of time, and
sperm and ovum,
matter and energy,
good and evil
clash, then form
delicate relationships.

One can easily betray the other.
But what holds them together?

The chain reaction that set off
aeons ago, way before
the dawn of the first day
continues in the womb of a woman,
like a bright idea explored thoroughly,
with its labyrinths of possibilities.

God didn't stop at Big Bang.

The Thursday Think Tank # 74 - Winter

As
sunlight
slants weaker
and dark hours grow
long,
winter's
icy curse
freezes lazy
bones
into
dangerous
inaction: sleep
lulls
people
to prisons
of blankets and
beds

For how Long will i Rest?

Before the fire is dowsed, 

before time runs out, 

before it takes 

all my might to muster 

that in me which 

writes a poem,

I must seek 

divine inspiration 

like a lover who can search

the ends of the earth 

for his beloved.

For how long will i rest?

The last dying leaves.

decaying brown, strip branches bare;

the trees look forlorn.

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.