meditation for the day

Let me watch
the underlying spirit of my actions
the thought behind my words
the colour of my emotions
the music within my soul

Senses (17th September 2010)

I sit cross legged
On the broken wall
I look at the setting sun
Sinking into the distant mists
I wonder why the Sun God is in such a rush
AS the day dies into twilight
I hear the rustle of the neem leaves
As the slight breeze weaves through them
The tree behind me, the wall beneath
I close my eyes
And feel the crimson blaze
I my mind's eye
I hear my blood coursing
And smell warm wafts of a hot meal
Night settles slowly
Cooling my face
I open my eyes
The visions fade
My feet are numb
It's a dusty road behind
I taste the grit
On my homeward trudge

Rig Veda III: 62.10

Let us meditate on the most excellent
Light of Savitri
May she guide our inellect.

Waiting to die (25th January 2011)

Death hovers pregnant
Waiting to take birth
Lazily eyeing the body
As the clock ticks each breath

Limbs lie wasted
Eyes a perpetual stare
A disobedient tongue
Laboured prana

Lives tied together
No moksh for any
Karmic travellers
Settling accounts

The goddess waits
As she clips her nails
She twirls her locks
And taps her dainty feet

Time drips by
Agonizing moments
Over the labours
To take death

Saturday evening funeral (14th September 2010)

Barrels of smoke roll outwards
Only to be sucked inwards and up
Through the chimney
That spits the smoke in bursts
The flames dance wildly
Consuming the rotting flesh
The pandit chants his mantras
The mourners still as stone
The fire crackles as it devours
The remains of a once alive body
The mother watches glassy eyed
The flames will burn all night
Dawn will see the ashes
As the father rises to gather them into the urn
The men trudge to the water's edge
Ans set the ashes loose
It drifts and sinks till the bottom
The skies and water finally claim
That which his mother could not hold.