Colours of Life

Colours of Life
Stories of Life which we fail to see and feel

Tuesday, 12 August 2025

Crave Divine

 

Eyes fully opened  

Pitch dark all around

Nose so long

Feeling very light 

Couldn't move hands 

could only flap


All alone  

Centre of the pond


Shouts out 

But only a bugle


Looks down

Sees the reflection 

Am I A CRANE ? 


Unable to believe , 

trumpets loud to grieve 


Voice from the SKY  : 

" O Sage , Why do you mourn ? "


"Why am I reborn 

So forlon


Wanted to swim in the Ocean 

of devotion 

Now Stuck at the Pond.


No hands to offer you flowers 

No voice to sing you hymns


Penance in animal form 

Not the way to perform

 

Primodial Hunger 

will kill my 

Perennial Hunger   


Life will be all whine 

Death feels more Divine "


Voice replied 


"Calm down 

O' Sage 


In the water , what do you see ? "


" My Reflection "


" You are not seeing 

You are just looking 


What do you see ?


Eyes Sharpened 

Focus Narrowed


Something under the water 

hiding yet gliding


Voice Said 

"Catch it "


Tried but 

Failed. 


Catch it 

to Catch me" 

 

Round and round 

around the pond, 

Crane Flew 


could not find


Eyes Closed 

Circled again and again 


Eyes Opened  

With focus and force 

Grazed the water 

Head Bent 

Long Sharp beak 

Speared it 


Before 

it Could realise , 

crane swallowed it

yummy into the tummy 


"OHH it was a fish" 

the Sage in the Crane

cried loud   


"killed a fish for my hunger"


Voice from the Sky 

" How did I, 

 In my first avatar, 

 Save the cosmos entire? "


Crane thought 

"By Being a Makshya(Fish)"


Voice Replied  


"In Bliss, Fly high  

Thou Penance, bakasana   


Once a day 

I feed you 

myself 


Enjoy the wait   

 

Pray or Prey


Remember 

Even Crane is Divine 

If it Craves Divine


Makshya shall be 

your only Lakshya "


Voice faded 


Sun shine

on the Shrine


Not Only the Crane 

Experienced 

Padma in its nabhi


It also SAW








Monday, 2 June 2025

POND er

 

                           


I don’t flow like a river …

I don’t gush like stream …

I am not as vast as an ocean … 

I am not as tall as a waterfall …

I don’t nourish the fields …

I stay between the limits …


I flourish by the rain …

I perish by the sun …

I ripple a little due to wind ... 


Mythology elevates me …

But Man pollutes me …


I am stuck and stagnant 

And not free flowing or vibrant … 





Flock of ducks graze my surface …  

Swarm of Fish swam through me …

When one of it jumped 

A swift eagle preyed on it …

Amidst this violence 

Crane doing a single leg penance …


All things life …

Yet I feel lifeless …


What am I ?  

Why am I ?


While sulking in the dusk of despair 


Sound came from the sky 


“ It takes a long time

 for ice to melt 

to merge with the ocean …


For them action is life … 


O ! Pond , 

Don’t Ponder any more ….


You reach me with a single rain … 


you are not the life … 

you are the reflection of life … 

you are the one when all action ends … 


Anantham …


Who sees you , will know themself ….

Who meditates in you , will know me 


Don’t whine

You are Divine 


After a period of silence 

The Pond felt 


aham shayanam asmi


Anantha Shayanam.




                         



























Crave Divine

  Eyes fully opened   Pitch dark all around Nose so long Feeling very light  Couldn't move hands  could only flap All alone   Centre of ...