Part of Everything

Love is in plenty.
Then why would one whimper?

Gestures are made
To touch all day
Why would one then shy away?

There is so much light outside the window
Then, why see the diffused shade inside?

I own nothing ...
But I am a part of all what I had seen and been...

I am a part of everything I had
Known, Felt, Lived and Dreamt...

The free breath and the air
The scent of a new rain
The soiled earth

And the drifting...
between the ocean and shores
between thoughts and the senses...

A Letter

I had been alien to this space – as if I had evaporated into thin air! A moment of reality has struck me … all of a sudden; NOW. And that is because of Bee's memories brought to me by a friend.

The Bee of my life has a mystical presence and magical influence on me… It has remained live… not just in my garden but in the thoughts of some others as well…

Today I received a precious gift from a friend; a hand written letter and a ceramic bee, and a post card from Sabarmathi Ashram – Gandhiji’s haven where he spread messages of peace and love and cared for the sick…

I cannot remember the day I have received a hand-written letter. With the advent of internet and email we have stopped seeing faces of loved ones through the ink and the smudges…

It was a precious moment – opening the letter and reading the contents of my friend’s letter. She is across the ocean, celebrating Onam in Kerala, when I am typing this before chasing a deadline…

Thank you Manju for the thought – your impressions on the paper… and everything it said…

She says, she loves the concept of the Bee…

Yes, it is mystical, magical and romantic too….

HAPPY ONAM ! And what a gift I got today!