Best season I like is the Change of season
The transition period from one season to the next
The transformation taking place in nature
What I cherish is
Cool breeze and soft sun
Soothing my soul 
Warming my senses
I am feeling alive under the sun
I am feeling renewed
I wonder at this marvel
Beautiful balancing
Slow makeover, subtle revolution
Equilibrium in nature
Spring passes with innocence
Summer leads with exuberance
Autumn arrives with reverence and
Winter passes with perseverance….
I m feeling vibrant…
Which is your favorite season?
Comments are always welcome….
Reverie
On a day like today
When it rains hard
I sit at my window 
Grabbing a good book
With inspiring content
I sit in reverie and watch
The changing colors of the sky
Making impressions on my mind
Ruminating as my mind goes
Into a trance
Wandering aimlessly
Feeling as if there is something
Important to accomplish
And yet nothing,
Was I designed to love?
And to be loved?
Realizing that lack of it
And the inactivity might lead to
Retardation of human soul,
Violation of strength
Decaying of heart…
Resting on the edge of the abyss,
I seek no more than nothingness.
Denouncing commotion
Seems the best solution.
I breathe deeply, close my eyes,
Focus my attention on my breath.
Deep within a voice is heard
Whispering “let go of the emotional chaos”
I quietly let the loving energy envelop me
I breathe more deeply,
Peace sinks in me as calm follows
Feeling the power of the Divine presence
I sense the strength and support I need to recommence
I am grateful for the awakening.
Tossing me far away into the reality,
The reverie is broken
I wake up to quiver
The practicality sets in
I’m here and no where
The real journey begins now…
The Dance Within…
The dance within
elation and desolation
exhilaration and anguish
anger and frustration,
existence and extinction
the impossible dance
of chaos,
radiates my body
vague pattern
the freedom to express
the tandav within
this vigorous source of cycle of
creation, preservation and dissolution,
the need to be swept into the frenzy
the turmoil within
why such a commotion?
the raging storm within
the soothing balm washing away my senses
seeking harmony and beyond
dance till the breath leaves me
and body ceases to exist
lost in the perception without reason
mindfulness meditation
beyond wisdom
lost in the joy
biting pain
agony and ecstasy swerving…..
Unseasonal Rains
Sitting on my desk with mundane tasks
I feel sweet wind cut across my hair,
Resting slightly on my nape,
Suddenly breeze turning into storm
The drizzle turns into intense rain
With thoughts flooding my mind
Giving me goose bumps all the same
Unseasonal rains turning weather vibrantly gray
Why does the weather gray?
Why the onslaught of untimely downpour?
Tranquility paving its way to Trepidity
It’s like feeling nature’s fury one moment
And cool blessings the next
Nagpur’s weather now turning erratic
As every other aspect.
Serenity follows the distress
And apprehensions trail the respite
Life best illustrated for us by
Enduring persistent nature.
Faith???
Faith is a contraction wrenching at my heart,
Faith is a knocking mockery at the mart,
Wandering through pau city of integrity and
Losing humanity drifts faith today…..
Shattering dreams in sanity
Ruthlessly driven vanity
Beheaded by dagger in pieces drifting, diminishing
Comes across frozen faith ….
To me faith on the lips of traitor
Appears as promise made by retaliator
Nemesis of endurance
The very face of faith unravels faithlessness.
आई
आई मला कुशित खुप खुप मोठ होइच्य
सूर्या सारख्या तेजान तळपत रहायच्य
तुझ्या सारख …………….
चंदना सारखे सतत झीजाय्च्य
तरी तुर्याना सुगंध देत जगायचेय
तुझ्या सारख ………………..
गगनात लुक लुकणार्या तारयातील
तारका मला होईच्य , लपूनही जगायचेय
तुझ्या सारख ……………….
सागरात जाउन आई मला विच्राय्च्य
मोठे मन ठेऊन हि दुखं पच्वाय्च्य
तुझ्या सारख ………………
होईल का गं आई???
आशी मी,
तुझ्या वास्तव्याच ऋण फेडू मी कशी ………………………..
August is Auspicious….
August is Auspicious,
Fresh after rains,
Undaunted by the lightning and thunder,
I saw the parched earth,
How it absorbs rain afresh,
I assume and presume
You auger well.
A tentative smile,
I feel cuts me,
My imagination running wild,
It is so swift,
Like a torrent that has just gushed,
Your smile that makes me smile,
Your eyes that hold my stare.
Busy life, raining duties,
Surviving and thriving
I think and wish I know not,
Your brain that envelopes my thoughts
Humane and sensitive
Feels weird and wonderful
I am human, I do get affected.
There was more to hope
Tasks to perform and tremors to hold
Children and friends
Calling and tearing
I like a fog confused and obscure,
Then came august so fresh
Then I knew august is auspicious…..
Too Much of Rain….
Oh! For a sun filled morning,
Inspiring and motivating,
Today I dare not say “Rain, Rain come again”
Though Rain presumed a God,
Rain the giver of life,
Rain the grower of vegetation,
Rain in myriad forms
it drops, drizzles, pours,
Rain relating to feelings of inspiration
Rain energizing the senses,
Rain nurturing the ideas
Rain feeding the soul
Startling thunder
The sudden devastation
Caused by rain horrifies…
Floods a dreadful way of nature to unleash its fury,
over 150 dead in Leh,
Six more dead in Ahmedabad
Now the Narmada on verge of overflowing,
Heavy rain in desert districts creating chaos,
And many marooned in Orissa,
Malaria spreading fast in Mumbai,
After rains unquestioning survival
Cleaning up of the wreckage, starting anew
Dealing with water borne disease,
people lurching homeless,
Streets flooding with water…
more awful
Rain a primal life form
Washing up again and again
A sense of less pleasure and more pain
Unconstrained Rain
Too Much of Rain.
Inertia
What is Inertia?
Newton’s 1st law of motion
Stating about an object on rest
Remaining in rest
Unless an external force is applied.
My thick mind ruminates whether
Human minds too need similar force,
A constant velocity to remain alive?
Something like a Net Force acting on
Crevice of our mind?
Again I wonder
Does a square have more inertia than a circle?
Is it similar to writer’s mind resting?
Or is it a vanishing moment?
Caught in the block of being.
Perceptions redefined
Subconscious concealed
And
Intelligence paralyzed…
Silent Night
Silent silent night
After a full day
Feels like a sequestered stone
On my soul and face
Friends and foes all retired for the day
Possessions and ambitions still with me,
Craving and building the future
Fumbling with unspoken words
Listening to the murmurs of the night
Me and silent silent night…
