Clouds in the valley...

                                                                                       Hygge pronounced "hoo-gah," : Danish/ a quality of cosiness and comfort that creates a feeling of contentment or well-being; contentment from simple pleasures, such as warmth, food, friends, etc.   Cosy Friday evenings, Ensconced in the couch, The lustrous warmth of candles Scented by citronella   Even better if it rains outside The dipping Celsius relieves Guilt in the chocolate cake Or the capsaicin in the grill   The liberty of doing nothi...

    In the darkness still of night I see a silhouette tense -  Scampering ’cross my backyard Jumping on the fence   Its long tail gives it away – A possum yes, it is, Marauding in my garden (With neither rent or lease)   I cannot see its eyes Despite the starlit dusk Perhaps, it peers into me While both of us, we ask   Who is intruding here ? Interloper of these greens? Why is it that existence Of both cannot be seen   We claim we own these lands What of the denizens here? What right they have to live or die – What do we even care   The possum jumps onto the trees There is nothing left to fight, It has to live in shadows now As creatures of the night   But something changes deep within A burden starts to cease, As if through this one commune, I have turned its accomplice   I feel no need to guard again My garden as it grows For the brigand needs to be guarded t...

  Lost cat, Out there somewhere, very small, I wonder if it will survive This large world at all   Lost cat, Missed, now that it’s not here, Honestly, I never cared Yet I say now a prayer   Lost cat, Reminded by clouds of billowing grey, Would I care if the sun was up, Instead of this rainy day?   Lost cat, In absence, gives purpose in grief, I somehow feel it won’t be back Acceptance now, not disbelief   Lost cat, I will keep seeking – the distant call. Back to myself perhaps, For I never had a cat all …  ___________________ (Inspired by Murakami)    19 th November’ 2024

   Mohanlal couldn’t believe his eyes, His inner eyes, that is For he knew he was present elsewhere In mortal realms, far away But here, he saw the magnificence Of the universe Swirling in colours of a constant haze Studded with a trillion stars   All the colours faded into grey Save one Blue turned the cosmos arms And Mohanlal cried His heart told him the truth he always knew Vishnu was here Years of sadhana and tapas And He was here   ‘Vishnu’ I know you are here,’ He cried ceaselessly The ultimate truth, nothing beyond But This But he heard a laughter His heart ached There was no love, but scorn Mockery of the Maker   ‘Why do I laugh?’ a voice rumbled For you are still in dream Even after you leave your physical world!’ ‘What dream, my Lord? Are you not the Truth, the final one?’ Silence pervaded the cosmos ‘No, there is not destination In a circle of this Consciousness.’   And th...