हमसफ़र और कोई नहीं साथ अपने हूँ खुद मैं ही हर सफर है मेरा ही नक़्शे-कदम यूँ ही चुन लूँ
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Companionship overrated My own company underrated Each journey sacred is mine alone Choose each step with intention |
हमकदम दूसरा नहीं अलहदा भी तो कोई नहीं हर कदम है पसंद मेरी खुद ही आप से मिलूँ
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In-step with no other I see An all-encompassing eternity Each stride of my own volition Merging within without condition |
हमनशीं हर कोई यहीं इस पल का नशा ही है सही है मेरे लिए हर ये खुशी उसे क्यों ना नज़र उतार लूँ |
Each co-traveler, a soul beloved Each moment, itself bewitched Each joy, one I cherish Each embraced, in wholehearted satisfaction
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-Nov 23, 2017 |
-Jan 18, 2019 |
Tuesday, November 26, 2019
Companion... हमसफ़र
Wednesday, September 6, 2017
Of fluorescent greens and magical scenes
Stately
Mutely
Subtly
Totally
Lining
A warm welcome
Holy
Inviting
Shimmering
Glittering
Murmuring
Whispering
Sweet nothings
From an ancient past
Gurgling
Laughing
Dancing
Skipping
Meandering, yet
In full flow
Picking it's own unique path
Flapping
Chirping
Rustling
Crunching
Each step leading
Playing its part
Each sound speaks
The language
Of the heart
Leaves of Fluorescent green
An azure sheen
On waters pristine
Such magical scenes
Making one keen
To closely seek
That kaleidoscope within
Felt somewhat...
Yet not fully seen!
- September 6, 2017
From explorations of The Cascade Loop, WA
Monday, April 24, 2017
Evaporation...
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Picture courtesy: indulgy.com |
I
resist
I
order it
To
cease and desist
Yet...
It
chooses to persist
A
sharp jab
Knifing
through
Piercing
Twisting
Writhing
Within
this hollow shell
My
abode
This
palace of cards
Agonizing
shards
This
pent-up hell
At
some point I thought
It
would surely halt
But it
grew with an aching onslaught
Suffering
mode on default
Until
I decided
To be
true and begin
To
explore why it resided
So
deep within
A dull
ache persistent
A
heavy heart insistent
I
search and examine
Is
there deep rooted anger
Underneath
this pain?
Angst
like a dagger
I'm
choosing to retain?
So
much to explain
So
much to gain
Some
demons to slain
Oh
heart!
Thee
to train
That
it is okay
To
display
To
bare and to share
To
wake mySelf aware
To find my own way
To let
the eyes brim
Over,
to wash
Away
hurts I want to stash
Allow
the aching to dim
To let
go, surrender
In the
arms of my seraphim
Sometimes
there's
Solace
in solitude
Though
often I find
When
I'm willing to be kind
Enough
to myself
To
embrace Love
Freely
offered
To
dissolve this outer shell
To let
my nakedness spell
Out my
vulnerabilities
My
heart does remind
All is
wholly aligned
Through
this Holy Immersion
I
reach the inevitable inversion
To
equanimity
To the
eventual
Evaporation
Of
Emotion
-
4/23/17
Saturday, October 1, 2016
A Reminder...
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A Reminder... Pause! |
When you're always in a hurry
If your heart is filled with
worry
When the lines get blurry
If you witness some flashes of
fury
Pause.
Pause my dear
Stop!
And rest, right here
When the world around seems
dreary
Shoulders stooped and weary
The eyes perhaps bleary
Or even maybe teary
Pause.
Pause my dear
Rest right here
In that lap Divine
Sip
Of a sweet, fresh breath
Savoring each bit
Filling yourSelf
To the brim
Drink
Of that infinite fountain
That is YOU
Dance
To the tune
That only you can hear
Whirl and twirl
Soak in
That depth of Silence
Drown in
The ecstasy
The elixir
Find yourSelf
Find your Bliss
Deep within
- 9/30/16
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Sunday, July 31, 2016
अनन्त, अनन्य | Infinite, Inimitable...
कुछ अधूरे पन्ने थे
यही
अक्षर बन रही थी स्याही कुछ अध् लिखे से बोल थे कुछ अध् बुने से ख्याल ना गलत ना सही |
A few
incomplete pages
Ink forming
letters in different stages
Some unfinished
lyrics perhaps
A few unspoken
thoughts with gaps
Neither right
nor wrong
Who knew
where they really belong
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वे सफ़े
बह
चुके
हैं
आज
ख़्वाहिशों के महल ढह चुके हैं आज |
Those pages
have evaporated today
The palace
of desires
Has crumbled like clay
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ना कल
से
था
ना कल से होगा अब कोई लगाव |
Yesterday melted
away
Tomorrow’s
sway has no say
Attachment at
bay
|
कोरे से
कागज़
का
ये
पड़ाव
इसी पल के रस का ऐसा खिंचाव |
This blank
canvas is a perfect pit-stop
Making this
very moment pop
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अनन्त
अनन्य
आनन्द
का ऐसा भाव शून्यता का प्रभाव कृतज्ञ अश्रुओं का बहाव |
Infinite
Inimitable
Joyous Bliss
This hollow
emptiness
Gratitude that
flows
Just as it
arises
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- July 31, 2016
Wednesday, January 27, 2016
A Fractured Life
Messages…
So many messages
From a young age
At every possible
stage
Bombarding me
Do this, but not
that
Be like this, oh not
that!
I was taught
To listen
To learn
To obey
Repercussions of
failure
Filled me with
dismay
Yes
There was love
There was joy
The usual ups and
downs
They looked at me
With adoration,
admiration
But I also noticed
all the frowns
The acquisition
Of money, power,
status, fame
I had to win
At this one and only
game
I built my palace
In a new land of
dreams
Brick by brick
Burying my inner
voice
Layer by layer
Ignoring its
desperate screams
Days and nights
Of incessant toils
Bringing home the
spoils
Of stories weaved
with care
How could I dare
To let the mask
slip?
And then poof!
It all came crashing
down
Burning and twisting my insides
Burning and twisting my insides
The carnage spilling
over
The end of that
story
The fame and
reflected glory
Was it
My race?
My religion?
My identity?
My beliefs or my
capacity
To mutate
To fit in at all
costs
To assimilate
What could make
This pain abate
What I wouldn't
spend
To get out of this
state
Or
Should I simply end
This Fractured Life?
And then I found
I had to lose it all
To hear that sound
Weak though it was
It was certainly
still around
It took work
It took stillness
To unlearn unsee
unhear
Old voices, old
stories
Develop the courage
to listen
A regular practice
To rechristen
My own story
As my songs of
Union
Became the Voice
Heard-unheard
Seen-unseen
Felt, tasted, melted
And the me emptied unto the Me
The 'i' transformed
into I
That encompassed all
of infinity
I simply knew
A fractured life
In re-Union
Each moment
Is made whole anew
- January 27, 2016, Seattle
Wednesday, November 18, 2015
Grief
It pours in
Fills up to the brim
Overflows
On to already
Wet cheeks
Questions
With no answers
Senseless actions
The ending of lives
In ways
Incomprehensible
What is this strange
Human condition?
No answers
Just prayers
For Peace
And Healing
So we go back
To really feeling
The deep Love
We're made of
- 2014
Sunday, August 30, 2015
On coming Home
Seattle Skyline from Kerry Park |
That first glimpse
Instant recognition
My heart skims
That languid expanse
Your terrain
Perpetual
inspiration
In-step I dance
With
pitter-pattering rain
Wandering about
Wondering aloud
An ongoing
exploration
Arms outstretched
An extended embrace
Unending
experimentation
My pulse quickens
Adventures beckon
Unlimited horizons
I soar higher and
higher
Each night
I hold you close
And my heart
It just knows
I am home.
-August 29, 2015
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
Peeling back the layers
When Agastya
contacted me last December to invite me to get involved with Pratidhwani's production of
Mahesh Dattani's Dance like a Man this summer in Seattle, I remember the distinct feeling
of my heart going - 'oh yesss!'
I fell in
love with this play way back when and right from the first table read with the group in March, I felt it in my bones that this was going to be a
terrific experience. The stimulating discussion right after the reading made me
grab a copy of the script right away and I'll admit I spent a fair amount of
time reading and re-reading it.
As I pulled the
lists of props and costumes, I marveled at the deft composition within the two
acts… the layer upon layer that Dattani has added for each character. And the
myriad questions he forces us to confront within ourselves.
While it is easy to
see Jairaj in the image of his father Amritlal due to the built-in transitions,
they are different on so many counts. And yet, when Jai speaks about his son,
he can't escape projecting his own desires by wanting to 'make him into a dancer'
so he can dance on his own father's head. Talk about the eternal "circle
of life"!
The other aspect I
enjoyed tremendously in this play is the bouncing around of the Yin and the
Yang. Such a reinforcement that each of us embody both the principles of the
male and female. And certain aspects come to the fore in different situations
for each of us. Like Ratna's taking charge and driving the important decisions
for her family, and the nurturance that is evident in Jai's character.
This brings to mind
the idea of 'Two Spirit' - a term I learned fairly recently, that is used by
some indigenous North Americans to describe gender-variant individuals in their
communities, specifically people who are seen as having both male and female spirits
within them. This same idea has existed for a long time in Indian mythology -
the "Ardhanareeshwar", which represents the synthesis of masculine
and feminine energies of the universe - Purusha and Prakriti.
This idea captures
the essence of this play for me… And as I sat painting an abstract
interpretation of this Ardhnareeshwar, as the colors flowed, it was fascinating
how some aspects of the painting were mirror images while others shaped up as
unique.
Isn't this what we
need to celebrate today in our world?
This melding of
energies, this getting back in balance with every aspect of our own Self. And
alongside, a celebration of what the 'other' is, and can be, if we move past
the narrow, humanly-defined ideas of identity and gender and race, and just
allow for human-BE-ing!
And just as the
Shakti, the female principle of God, is inseparable from (or the same as,
according to some interpretations) Shiva, the male principle of God, just as
the union of these principles is exalted as the root and womb of all creation,
so too is each one of us full of creative
potential.
So no matter what
'choices' our parents made for us, no matter what path we may have traversed to
be where we are today, no matter what anyone tells us we must or mustn't do, we
owe it to ourselves to recognize our own potential and come out and play. To
love, to laugh, to Live. And to share our unique art with those around us. To
leave behind the labels - man/woman, black/white/brown/yellow/etc. etc. etc.
To simply, DANCE!!
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Ardhnareeshwar - an abstract interpretation |
PS: This painting, along with a couple more of mine and several others by local artists of Indian origin, will be on display and available for sale at ACT Theater during the run of Dance like a Man - July 24-August 9, 2015.
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