Of being

When you are an elephant, born an elephant,There is nothing that you can do about it!(except be an elephant!)
You can only fall in love with elephants
You cant run away from your elephant hunger.
You cant squeeze yourself to resemble a porcupine( although it has much better defence mechanisms!)
You cant lie to yourself like smaller animals.
You cant run away fast from danger and threat.
You cant help your memory(even if you remember useless details which have long ceased to be a reality or the truth)
Your truth is the elephants truth. It weights you down and you carry it gracefully.
Someday you will scramble the whole bloody world if doesnt stand up to your elephant reality( and youre more than capable of it, let no one live in any illusions!)
You are hungary on life..and you shall have your elephants share!

Invoking Brahma

The lord divine. With 100 heads...Creator!
How do you create?
Does the resistance of the earth not slow your wheel?
Does the suffering that comes in creation not bow you down?
The cold unwilling atoms of creation ...how do you thaw them?
The hundred other things crying for attention not distract you?
Does the infinite hunger of already created existence not weight down your hands?
Do you create because that's the only thing you know?
Do you create with joy?
Do you create with pressure?
Do you create the unwilling creation too? HOW?
Do you create out of a womb?
Do you complete creation?
Do you create with passion or compassion?
Do you create for happiness?
Will you come into me and create my life too?


photo courtesy - Sushmit Ghosh@http://mentalsyrup.wordpress.com/

Burning away the darkness

Do you know the name of the village where my grandmother lived?
The name of my grandfather scribbled over the iron box,along with his designation. The family that my runaway aunt married into!
The hospital I was born in..
How old was I when my younger sister was born?
What did I feel when I first took her in my arms..
If I have ever seen a baby prettier then her?
How I learnt to be responsible for her one fine day.
The story behind my and my sister's name.
The first thing my dad asked for after he had a freak accident!
What age was my dad when he discovered that he was a diabetic?
What was that one song that he and I keep listening to?
How am I like/unlike him?
Have you ever thought of burning away the darkness of this world by knowing the essential few things of your or my life?

Be very scared of me!

I have nothing to loose except my dreams!

Big Fish v/s Small Fish

Big Fish: "I have been there done that! I came before you!"
Small Fish: "I came today..but I am gonne be there where you are one day!"
Big Fish: "I am very important"
Small Fish: "I know...I even liked you perhaps because of that"
Big Fish: "I do important things..I dont have time to waste on you and your faults"
Small Fish: "Its gonna take sometime for me to learn...I dont know if I can help that...but thats how you started..didnt you?"
Big Fish "Go away I am angry"
Small Fish: "If I go away how will you be important anymore?"

Keeping out the flames?

I am the flame of the forest blooming in your garden now...how can you not look at me!
I am the little chuckle of laughter swirling to awaken you in the mornings, dont pretend you havent gotten up!
Its me the thunder knocking outside your window..you cant not hear me!
I am the fire you are keeping out of you life by this slowburn between your fingers, Drop it now!
I am rain..and I am not going to spain...and you have to see my face again and again.
Stop thinking you can ignore me!~

In Elephant Soup!

When you are in elephant soup floating could be an issue. In fact everything is an issue…you have crossed such boundaries that it would be hard to keep any measurements in place.
Measurements of Of love of freedom of power. Of lust and hunger. Of asceticism and of abundance…of lack and plenty. All the words mingle into complete nonsense and you are left churning this thick bloody soup.

You cant remember what gravity felt like. And you can’t remember standing up straight…anyways you don’t want to do it now.
The soup smells nice and you are Hungry too…that’s why you landed in it didn’t you? But you don’t know here what’s going to happen if you gulp in one mouthful…well a sip you did take in and you remembered heaven that day. And Since then you have been dazed…
When do you get to drink the soup?
Who is the poor elephant who got slaughtered for this?
Is this the whole of it or are there others like you sitting inside tubs filled with elephant soup?
Did your hunger warrant this? Have you made peace with your hunger?
Is it good for the elephants? Do you think elephants would like to have elephant soup in their breakfast?
What are you worrying about? Don’t bother…just keep yourself floating in it till the time you can gulp this elephant soup! You have been really hungry…forget the elephant….have the soup!