Marriages are made in heaven!

Tying the wedding knot;
Circumambulating the sacred-fire
That crackles over vows to divine summons
Symbolizing the oneness of man and woman
Marriages are made in heaven

The oneness, a celebration of distinctness
Working in unison,
Like streams merging with the sea- the largest
The destination as paved by destiny.
Then wherefore the differences
If marriages are made in heaven?

Likes and dislikes, love and hate;
Differences and distinctions, unconquered,
Acceptance or Reason
The first and the second, the shift, shuffling
Tearing grievances storming into
Marriages made in heaven

Is it wisdom lost or Pride pricked
Ego ensnared, or Tolerance tried,
The duel 'tween the dual
A Divine doing?
"Marriages are made in Heaven"

Stoic, enduring, binding, like the earth
The wisdom
to unwrap with change for Present
The change, the understanding and the acceptance,
The space for and between the two, like earth and ether
Divine! Marriages are made in heaven


 

Looking within

  (To those, who believe more in religion/ritual by visiting the different places of worship...the question is need we look beyond?)
 
 I seek the sanctity of a temple
Far from the madding crowd

And the screaming rush;
The silence, I would love to listen to;

In my communion with the Supreme
Just me and Him, the Universe aligned

My faith-,  
The harness that helps me seek beyond
 The confines of the sanctum sanctorum

To look within,
The calmness that pervades;  

The presence of the omnipresent
 The ONE with me to realize:

The  soul to be the temple
And the mind, its worshipper

 

Mornings...

  (Even, while living in the midst of the concrete jungle, nature brings in a ray of hope. I realized it during my morning walks- when the sky looks the promising blue and the lush green coconut trees bring about the fresh breath of energy...all these with the liveliness of community-living in my apartment- some inspiration, huh?)
 
Sauntering along,

As the first rays of the sun

Touch the earth,

Like a virgin born

Yet again,

Lush like the dew-kissed grass,

To walk barefoot and feel the sweet caresses

And the intoxicating scents of the morning blossoms

The wisp of breeze that gambols with loose strands of hair ;

The sky azure, sporting the riot of colours and freshness,

In the midst of invigorating “Oms” from the meditative old men,

And the playful pups bounding on cobbled pavements
 
Little uniformed boys sprinting with their dads 

towards the waiting bus:

All in one big bounce of energy,

As a lissom gentleman greets and smiles – Charming

The symphony of nature that lures

To make you fall in love all over again

What if i could speak(Voicing against cruelty to animals - Let us speak in one voice)

I may not stand tall,

I am the quadruped

Overshadowed

In the thickets of man-made laws

 My breath of space

Choked

For hides, meat and subterfuges,

Whims and fancies, and flavour that deluges

O’ to be slaughtered or grilled live

And be bereaved of a suckling or the udder

I am the quadruped

I may not live to tell the tale

But I do feel

The pain that will live on

Long   after I am gone,

 As a shadow of guilt,

I will haunt.

I might have been the quadruped,

The humbled-

My cries- an outcry for the outrage

 Muffled by the inhuman-

The humane dying…

Leaving a future bleak

Will its children

Wake up to speak for the meek?