Trust your hands

No , not the self professed divine ,
which needs the myth of divine
to survive with selfishness ,
trust tour hands
to churn out the truly divine
and mind to savour it.

akash

Like the color of mehendi

Consistency is like
the color of mehendi ,
a lot like love dipped in care ,
can be seen only when it is properly soaked in .

akash

Remembering a "gift"

One of the best gifts
I gave to my child .....

" a fairy tale told
ever so softly
to put him to sleep ..."

hoping that an imprint of it would be replayed whenever needed ....

akash

It has been a while now.....

It has been a while now
since I visited the rocks on the westend beach ,
it has been more than a while now
since I saw them dazzle in sunlight ,
sparkle with conversations
of friends , lovers , aquaintances ,
soulmates in bubbling youthfulness
or with mature silver streaks ,
holding hands ,
sitting together on the rocks ,
watching the golden Sun
kiss the waves
in an unhurried rhythm .....

akash

The debate goes on .....

Looks like the mind and body are at variance ,
they have decided to take different positions of the on going debate ,
they have decided to look at different sides of the truth ,
they have given their hearts to different realities ,
now , the only question bothering them is
as to how they will live to be one forever ?
or are the differences only cosmetic ?
is it o.k. to feel differently like citizens in a true democracy ?
The debate goes on ......
akash

I don't see limits

Not now ,
not today ,
not the day after ,
not here ,
not there ,
not me , not you ,
I don't see limits
when my heart is melting ...

akash

In search of divine

Do we really need to see divine in mundane ?
Time has perhaps come when we need to create
with not just words ,
but with our hands , head and feet ,
divine out of all that we are left with ,
all around .....

akash