OH LIL' HEART

Oh little heart, do not fear !!

For I’m there by your side protecting thee like my sons

Oh little heart do not fret thee eyebrows in anxiety,

I may fall a few times,

 the thought of your anxious feelings makes me stronger n makes me smile..

Lil heart I’m thee friend even in death,

Do not fear,

even destiny cant pull us away from each other..

Go on sing your songs of love peace and freedom

I’m wit thee forever !!

Go on kid dance on the roads, roll on the floor in joy ,

run like the wind waving your arms in joy !!

Do not fear little heart I’m here wit thee forever

THE UNIVERSE IN MY ARMS.....

To me thou were the universe,

Silently hugging my very presence,

Your warm breath on my heart, a reminder of heaven

The cold wind blowing, your jet black hair sweeping my face with ecstacy,

The stars on the velvet sky twinkling at you...

While you gently sleep on my shoulder,

Sucking yr thumb,

In peace with the world around you

Cuddled up in my arms, a part of my universe, blissfully unaware..

I smile again looking at you in the moonlight,

Your soft little nose shining like a mountain of gold,

Your eyes closed in content,

Your breath celebrating my presence...

I look up at the starry night, and smile

Thanking the universe to have gifted a part of his soul to me...

As thou soundly sleep on my shoulder I gently kiss your forehead and put you to sleep…

THE KING OF THE ROADS...

A buffalo on a busy market road stood staring blankly,

at the blaring horns staring straight ahead,

for a moment in bewilderment..

it looked around to see who the culprit was.!!

Ha !!!

Its just another bus it thought and closed it eyes

and swept its tail once twice and thrice.!!

It sat down on the black road below proclaiming the road to be its own...

Like a line for free Prasadam a line of buses stood in serpentine fashion,

 Creating a Jugalbandhi of horns...

Little did the buffalo care..

it just sat on the road like a Maharaja on the throne,

Majestically staring at the chaos, started chewing its cud ...

An conductor inspired by a bright thought,

took a bundle of leaves from the nearby dump,

Took it to the raja as an offering of peace..

Like a kid refusing to budge it stood its ground...

Taking a lathi a big bulky pot bellied policeman arrived, blowing his whistle,

Stamping his authority on the intruder..

He took his lathi and gave a whiplash to the king..

in a moment of rage it swiped its tail,

 the policeman fell on a pile full of dung !!

Having a small giggle it found interest in a small tree nearby,

Got up from its throne and happily went its merry way…

Bliss

The sweeping arc of the rain gods swept the lanes of  big bustling city,
Rocking its trees, with winds picking up their battle gear,

battling ferociously upon d big coconut trees...
By the side of a road near a small tea shop,

I stopped drenched beyond imagination, 

with each gust of wind spraying my face with glee...

                    My hands held on to a steaming hot chai like a child and its toy!!
                                The powerful rays of heat permeated through my body..
                                        While i shivered, my throat leapt with ecstacy !!
                          Like an eclipse, the faint hint of bliss seemed to evaporate , kissing my soul with warmth...

By d side of a road, dimly lit ...
Pouring rain...
With just a pot of tea in hand.

life stood still...
Away from the common din of humanity ,

I snatched a few moments of peace..!!

- Pungidasa

THE GANGA

She is called by many names,

She is an epitome of sacredness…

From her seven fold height,

 She arrives on the planes of mortals as a symbol of hope…

                                Spreading many a smile,

                              She flows through our hearts as a small river,

                               Full of life, with unbound energy

                           Like a child dancing in the rain…

Past forests, rocks, bridges

Past the varying landscape,

Moving like a snake,

Meandering yet firm in her resolve

                                            Thunderously voicing her words,

                                                 Through rapids and waterfalls,

                                          She still holds onto her grace…

Our holy mother,

In her protective shadow life prospers

Caring, providing for her brethren

She is the lord of her domain,

Strong in her views

But a symbol of understanding,

Forgiving our sins with a smile…

                                                  She carries away our dead

                                                      But is the provider of our life… 

                                                              She is our trade river,

                                                        But we destroy her holiness with our greed, filth and lust…

She is revered as a symbol of power,

She is the corridor of hope,

She is clear yet mysterious,

She is dark yet kind hearted

She is the sweetest angel but also a force of wrath…

She is silent yet violent,

She is beautiful, humble and vibrant…

She is a woman,

Not a doll wrapped in a saree…

                                Save her…

                                 Protect her…

                            She has a heart too…

-Pungidasa