A rainbow life

A rainbow life

Desiring a rainbow life,

With sunshine their companion

Dispelling clouds of doubts,

Darkness of ignorance, insecurity

Removing one from obscurity.

What one seeks is a rainbow life!

Temporary though it may seem

Vivid it ought to beam

With birds carrying the imaginations high

On to the clear skies

A rainbow life

Is all we seek..

We all seek

But,

And,

that is all we seek.

A rainbow life,

Is it not an illusion?

Is it not a delusion?

– Deepti Vishwanath

Photo credits – web

Inner Strength

Inner Strength

The bloom, the gloom;

The whine, the dine;

Matters it not,

To the sublime.

The pomp, the show;

The shorn, the worn;

Worries it not,

To the refined.

The snout, the pout;

The hop and the shout;

Interests it not.

To those, wisely defined.

To fame, to shame;

To glory. to sorry;

Ignores its call.

The one,

Who shine with the light

Within it all.

– Deepti Vishwanath

Spectator

Spectator

For one day at a time

In time

A day passed another

Like soldiers marching ahead

I stand as a spectator

Hearing the drums

The monotony, yet firm

The uniformity

Taking the orders

Restricting them…

Obedient.. Choiceless… Voiceless

Do I see hopeless as well?

Time… The great humbler

If one is marching along

As a spectator,

Free.

– Deepti Vishwanath

The spotless mirror

The spotless mirror

I stood in front of a mirror.

The mirror was spotless!

But why was my image so hazy? I gasped!

Seeing myself through the many eyes;

Where are mine?

Stopped have I?

Seeing through my eyes!

My own being!

The mother, sister, wife, grand..whoever!

The Doctor, Artist, Writer, philosopher…. however!

The gender, age, caste, race.. whatever!

Seeing myself in a mirror,

The glass is spotless.

But not the image!

Who am I??

Through my eyes?

Mirror is spotless, but why is the image not clear?

Removing the colors

Removing the colors

I started to remove the colours
from my vision,

And all the colours flooded in!

I then, held on to a colour,

The colour darkened so much,

It was no more The colour.

Also, all other colours disappeared!

I learnt a lesson.

Delight is not exclusive.

 

I saw birds flying

Freely in the skies

Chirping, quirking,

I held one!

It lost its joyful garbling voice,

Spoke only when prompted

And as trained,

I learnt a lesson!

Delight cannot be held.

 

I saw the waters,

Clear, gurgling, dancing, when they hit the rocks,

Hitting their highs sportively

I held some in a jar,

To carry with me its pristine clarity and quality.

It went quiet.

I learnt a lesson!

Delight cannot be bound.

 

I went to the mountains,

Trying to be one with them,

Danced around them,

Spread my arms to embrace them..

Oh! How majestic and strong!

Talked loud to them,

They echoed myself back

I learnt a lesson!

Delight is everywhere. Anywhere. Whenever I call it!

 

Sitting in my room, saw two flies

Playing with each other,

Oh! The joy!

And I said,

Why am I delighted?

It is they, who are playing!

And I learnt the most important lesson.

Delight is in Me! is Me!

It cannot be held!

It is not exclusive!

It cannot be bound!

It is everywhere, anywhere because of Me!

It is indeed, Me alone! 

 

 

© Deepti Vishwanath, Photo – Vishwanath Tekur

When a leaf fell

When a leaf fell

A yellow leaf on a branch

Saw the few yet green

Somehow did not see

The many that were yellow.

Knowing intuitively

and fearing,

It’s time has come –

For the Great Fall.

Wondered,

Am I ready for the call?

It looked only at the green leaves

envying their vibrancy

Why did I turn yellow at all?

The fall, is now inevitable,

It recognised.

The branch was thrusting it out.

The leaf so wanted to hold on,

But, alas!

The force was only from one side -the branch.

The yellow leaf pondered quickly,

Can I trust the air?

Will it take me to a place

Where I rest and be embraced

With warmth and no fear?

And it shuddered, when it wondered,

Should I surrender to the wind?

Or, Should I resist the wind?

A question it had no answer for.

Those already fallen could not reach the branch anymore,

and relate their tale of how it felt when they fell

And those on the tree, did not even suspect the fall.

And then,

It started falling…

And the yellow leaf suddenly realized,

The only resistance it could offer is the weight of its own self that it carried..

The wind was kind,

as the leaf dried up, weight gone..

It knew instantly..

it will survive, without the tree!

Merged with the soil, it will nourish the tree..

 

© Deepti Vishwanath.  Photo courtesy- Vishwanath Tekur

Weaving

A couple of years ago! Suddenly saw this.. Was still getting my hand at an amateur semi-auto canon camera.. But,  nevertheless, the weave has always remained one of my favorite captures.. 



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