on Ba's death

And suddenly everything is over…
your existence on earth – what meaning did it have for you and others ?
Death brings with it the irrelevance of life…
the constant wallowing in a self created world of petty concerns and desires.
After life, death seems so ennobling
How liberating it must be to be free of this constant obsession with the mind and body…..?

Ba was my paternal grandmother and 94 years of age. Our last link to our village, our fields and orchards, the cattle shed and the smell of cow urine and hay, the dung-plastered thatched house, the smell of wood burning in the chullah, the play of shadows in lantern lit rooms - all my childhood summers and the memories of a world that seem to have been there forever has now changed forever.....
Death does make you question the relevance of our lives...

one cloudy morning

That certain moistness in the air,
the cool breeze fleeting by the window,
teasing up memories……and dreams….
of places never been to…..
of moments never felt……
The sky’s bosom pounds with thunder
that pulsating rhythm of nature….
of a heart filled with passion….
of the unknown……

On the banks of Narmada

On the water’s edge we live out our lives
day after day..
as the water flows by
calm and still
becomes the mind
unwanted thoughts
like silt
settle down
clear water
flows by…..

dusk descends

the dusk descends
like a misty veil
behind the trees
a silence rises
within
like a spring
a fountain
of solitude
and stillness
can you feel it....hear it....see it....
be quiet
be silent
for in the silence lies the infinite meaning
of words
spoken and unspoken.....