What really died?


“Space” Photo: Manish Doshi – “Before Sunrise on Kauai”

A lot had to die
A lot died a whole lot
The first Poetry was born

The Process of Poetry
Became the new Life

I wonder what really happened
When the poetry Itself died

A lot of Space opened up
A lot of Space a whole lot
The new Beginning is born


P.S. Dear Debbie, please include this as a contribution to ForgivingFridays, if you see fit. I offer these words coming through, as a way of accepting the unfolding of life with no judgment.


The Continuum

The journey begins - sunrise hour at Govindnagar beach - Havelock - revised version - 1F8A1233

Photo Credit : Atanu Chakraborty “The Journey Continues – Sunrise”

When some conflicting energies were caused
A seemingly positive momentum got paused
All paradigms got shuffled and tossed
The heart and mind buckled & distressed

There seems no choice looking back
…yet there is no seeming lack
As if unbeknownst suspended mid-air
…yet seemingly held by emerging faith

A new place of no momentum
…yet assured of some continuum
As if all there seems to be is deceleration
…yet a knowing of tremendous forward motion

You become acutely aware
That you are simply on a flow
The current is calm and slow
You stir your way like you fully know

Then when boredom sets in
You insist on rocking the boat
You seek the adventure & thrill
And then scramble to stay afloat

…That is exactly how you most rapidly grow.


Yoga – My Life & Work

This post is a contribution to ForgivingFridays , a profound space by Debbie Roth.

Ripples & Space


Photo : Manish Doshi, Editing : Vikram Phale

Just Being
In the body
With the mind
No turmoil
No need
No hurry
No worry
No concept
No boredom
No ecstacy
No fantasy

Just Being
In the body
With the mind
No stillness
No movement
No silence
No sound
No reality
No dream
No solitude
No relations

Just Being
In the body
With the mind
No clarity
No confusion
No plan
No action
No knowledge
No ignorance
No buoyancy
No resistance

Just Being

Behind the mind

Just Space




Yoga – My Life & Work

One Problem


Photo Credit : Vikram Phale

There is one problem
With acquiring any Wisdom

You ought to keep living It

It stares at you at every turn
As if bright headlights …

There is a Difference



There is a difference.
In living to make it look like
To be seen a certain way
To be remembered a certain way
To be talked about a certain way


Actually living the life exactly
As what would be seen and talked about
Only because that is the only way
That is skilled and known to live.
There is a difference.

The difference is
Vexed exhaustion
Calm conviction.

The difference is
Unknown inner suffering
Chosen wise suffering

The difference is
Mind maddening rush & fall
Heart exalting ebb & flow

Flight of Success

Pelican - in flight - Ranganathittu - 1F8A5632

Photo Credit : Pelican in Flight by Atanu Chakraborty

When a bird soars high in the sky

What is it’s connection to the earth?
Is it aware of the height it is at?

Does it perceive the expanse around?
Does it perceive all the freedom surround?

Does it simply take flight in the light
All unaware of the ground below in sight?

Humans that dream of taking flight
Of what is called as success in their intention

When they do take flight in their realm

How aware and connected do they stay
To the ones they left behind in the day?

Do they become one with the height?
Not knowing any difference slight

It is the ones watching them who measure
The distance and the scale of the flight

Is this how detachment sets in
For the ones taking flight?