Mystery

I wonder about
the sad deprived state of mind
where those who have the most
are still miserable.

As someone who grew up
in a quiet, verdant village
in Goa in the 70s

with no tv,
or radio,
or Internet,
or FB
or what-have-you

Yet enjoyed watching fireflies
on summer nights
and raindrops
on the window pane,
butterflies hatching out of
a small cardboard bex
and ferns on the inside
of the backyard well

and thankfully still retain the wonder
and the joy of starlight
I can safely say that
I am rich beyond compare

What is your loss little one ?
that you are
so easily displeased

(a question to the children I see around me whose parents strive to give more and do more and buy more just for that one look of satisfaction)

Sprained Ankle

Pebble on the road
excruciating, and now
I can read my book

If only..

How easy it is
to move one step further and
let go, live again

Heartstrings in Shantikunj

This being away
at times feels so very light
at others, heavy..

Veena's Feet

Minutes after birth
the little feet, so soft, yet
they know the journey

Adu and I in Naigaum Park

The wise one, just five
says to me, love in her eyes
I see me in you.

 She frowns like me, this little one, my brother says and has dimples too when she smiles. Ah, immortality.

Hello me..

This glorious joy
at finding myself this way,
my heart overflows