Awake

Wild is her nature,

Not willing to be tamed.

She travels everywhere,

Without any aim.

Restless is she,

To live it all.

No care for future,

Nor a clinging past.

Carries no remorse,

Nor ambition in her.

Bright she wears always,

an ever smiling face.

Her ensemble, her virtues.

A Generosity bag in her hand.

Spring in her gait,

on her way

She befriends all.

No malice, no ego.

She stands very tall.

She lives a dream,

With a light.

Awakening within herself!

©️Deepti Vishwanath. January 2019

Fly Past

Birds I see in the sky,

a rainy afternoon.

Wet and chirpy,

flying freely by.

Circling, but high above!

Looking down

ever now and then.

With a glee in their manner,

Telling me to join them.

To Abandon the secure – dry, lands.

And warn me,

“No, No. don’t take a plunge!”

Instead “fly high!” They say,

Towards the limitless sky.

And view behind also

Like them,

Ever now and then;

To lure another one.

To escape the ‘grounds’

For the skies!

Join the birds.

Flying high and past

Leaving the ephemeral Grounds.

For the Real skies.

©️Deepti Vishwanath. January 2019.

Destiny

You choose your destiny

With the choice you make today

I chose my destiny

By letting you choose for me!

You be responsible for your choice

I be, for my fate.

My friend!

What is there to grieve now?

For life,

Flows only forwards

Leaving us with the reap

Of our own cultivation!

©️Deepti Vishwanath. January 2019

Beyond a name

Beyond a name

Is a face.

Beyond a face

Is an identity. I know.

But,

I say,

I hope. I fear. I love. I wish. I do. I seek.

I hear. I laugh. I cry. I sigh! I want. I like.

List endless and keeps me alive.

You say. You too,

Hope. Fear. Love. Wish. Do. Seek. Hear. Laugh. Cry. Sigh!

“I want”. “I like”.

For you also! List seems endless.

Keeps you alive and kicking!

But, We say we have different identities!

Because the objects we wish to unite with are different?!

But,

My eyes see. Your eyes see.

Our eyes see colour and form. Period.

Is this enough a difference,

that you like blue and I like green?

But we both don’t like to see violence!

My ears hear. Your ears hears.

Our ears hear. Period.

Is it enough a difference, I like classical and you like fusion!

But we both don’t like to hear being abused.

My tongue tastes. Your tongue tastes.

Is it enough a difference,

I like spicy, you, sweet.

But we both don’t like food

served with humiliation.

I want happiness. You want happiness.

I don’t want pain. You also don’t want pain!

I suspect now.

We all, are cloned.

Fooled to believe

To be The individual!

©️ Deepti Vishwanath. January 2019

Travel

Ridges in the mind

We take a walk in

Bridges of the objects

With the subject

Through the rough roads

Unpaved, bumpy etches

Of memories.

Some smooth pavements,

But far and few.

The pleasant experiences,

We run among them,

Finding a way out.

And all the roads

Seem so twined.

With fruits seen hanging

Here and there,

Always in reach

But, an inch away.

The maze woven. More intricate

With the carriage ride

Reaching nowhere.

Ending with the starting point.

Travelling in the ridges

Tired now, then refreshed again

Hope adding the fuel.

To reach a dead end again!

Traversed for eons now.

Hither. Where is the exit?

©️Deepti Vishwanath (Jan 2019)

Gamble

Aha! So. Many roads you see?

From this point onwards,

And each with many lanes

and by-lanes,

Not knowing which goes where,

What turn to take.

No sign boards ahead or

From above.

How do you know

Where to go?

Midway the highway

Stop you cannot.

Not rest by the side.

For how long after all!

Oh! The push and speed from behind.

The honk and the crank.

The noise from all!

They know where they go?

Follow who then I?

Is life then, only a gamble?

Mind. Such are your lanes.

©️Deepti Vishwanath

Some Why’s?

Body lit on pyre

What truth it tells?

The end is certain

And known.

Why then? Does living seem eternal?

That to accommodate, to forgive, to forget

To laugh, to hug, to be light

Seems so difficult!

Why does human not remember that end is certain,

and

Why does he not live with this memory?

Why does human pride his ignorance?

Why does human divide as me-mine, you-yours?

Why can compassion not be cultivated as a universal value?

Why can kindness not be compulsory?

Why can injury caused to lesser expressions of life be allowed?

Why are values not a priority universally,

Irrespective of nationality colour creed gender!

Why are there so many religions?

When prayers are same! For happiness.

Some of the why’s my teacher said never to ask!

©️ Deepti Vishwanath

Empty slate

An empty slate,

To write each one

Their own fate.

Crayons of hands and feet,

Scribbling as they please.

Figuring out the sheet;

Maximise they squeeze.

To evoke that probable;

To avoid the disdain.

To try every possible,

To achieve the gain.

Empty slate the universe gave.

Gave the tools, to efforts save.

To feel, to plan, to change, to create.

Nature grant one to sate.

But, hid it subtle,

To allow us play.

Now each is trying;

To write something,

That unveils the pleasures.

To discover the treasures.

Success is the only measure;

Before the final D- day!

Alas! Then.

Empty thou comes and thy returns!

©️Deepti Vishwanath. 2019

Embracing Me

Embracing what is a better me

Why then?

O Dear Mind!, resist thee?

Forgiving, gentle, open and warm

Why then?

O Mind! You see them as harm

Trust the nature divine

It cannot but be fine

To love to heal to let the other be

It is for you, do not flea

The kindness, the care , the service

Is essential breath to life truss

Remember the base ever

However did the Moon shine?

It took and it gave and it glowed all the way!!

Thus alone is the way, O Mind!

Let me bloom to be a better Me!

©️Deepti Vishwanath. 2019

Time and Mind

Time only moves forward

Why then dear mind

Do You go backwards

Getting stuck in by lanes gone

Getting off, ever so often

To visit events forlorn

To reminisce, what charm you find

In plodding dead troughs behind

Hacking your way over and over

To dig chambers which are now blur

Time only moves forward

Liberating every done undone

Unfolding a new in every Sun

Why then O Mind!

Do you move backwards?

©️Deepti Vishwanath

Homecoming

Let me find a home

With no bricks and walls

Not even faces or calls

There find no gnome.

To pick the light

Reflecting inward halls

Let me sit there

Which fills it here.

Leaving the city gates

Be where fullness awaits.

Let me find that home!

©️Deepti Vishwanath

Write a soft experience

What life experience is there,

But a write on sand where

Which nature will not help erase?

Is joy and grief really that afar?

they seem inseparably not apart?

Why then? Let nature do its part.

Write soft, gentle, free.

It forever will flee!

©Deepti Vishwanath

मैं कौन हूँ या फिर क्या हूँ मैं?

मैं कौन हूँ या फिर क्या हूँ मैं?

कौन सा प्रश्न है इन्में सही?

कहूँ मैं अगर…

निराकार आयाना हूँ मैं ।

क्या अब आप पहचानोगे मुझे?

आप अपना ही चेहरा

बदल बदल के देखोगे मुझमें!

तब तक … जब तक

अपने को निराकार नहीं देखोगे!

तब तक

बदल बदल के मुझे

अपने को ही देखोगे मुझमें ।

©️दीप्ति विश्वनाथ

Life

Life, as I mystify on your existence
You rule over me.
Chain me, anchor me.
Deep down in the soil under the water.
As much I want to float – like a lotus.
You encage me in a body,
as much I want to set free and fly past.
©️Deepti Vishwanath.
A poem scribbled on 10.5.1985.

From the balcony

Overlooking. From the balcony.

One sees

The hustle, the bustle,

The juggle, the struggles,

For a meaningful existence!

And I sit there,

Wondering!

If this is all it was!

Unsatisfied

By the gains and loss.

The whole vast universe

Is this it – all?

©️Deepti Vishwanath

Empty thyself.

How much has been collected?

And the end so near!

To empty it all,

Is there time enough!?

At the thin brink

Between life and Death;

I will be checked,

For what all did I bring back.

All that is collected so far,

Belongs to heather world!

Surely, it is going to be rejected;

While I enter through the thin door.

On this side

it all seems mandatory.

On returning home,

It is all but nugatory!

Wait!

Let me carry what I can carry home.

For all I see

Only myself is allowed to be.

But alas!

the frivolities are too heavy a baggage!

Accumulating I did not see!

Empty where now will it be?

©️Deepti Vishwanath

Beginning and End

In a beginning,

end comes along as a shadow.

In an end,

A beginning hides within.

Playing thus with each other only

Giving the impression

For us they are!

Companions seeking no another

We remain catching one or the other

In a sport the two play

A cycle of life….

Completing itself.

At every beginning and end,

With us feeling elated and dejected,

Their game culminates,

The tournament continues.

And we – falsely attribute

it as our beginning and end!

©️Deepti Vishwanath

Between no more.

Between life and death

Time is ours

No more no less.

To discover,

The undiscovered yet.

What objects and enjoyments are worth!

Now No more.

The Me is yet to be known!

 

Between two breaths,

Time is ours.

No more no less.

To turn over the chance,

To wilful choice.

Choosing the Ephemeral

Now no more!

 

Between sleep and sleep

The waking is ours.

No more no less.

To claim the eternal freedom.

A ‘Between’, when

NOW no more.

 

©️Deepti Vishwanath.

Masked

Every face is masked.

Oh! How many to each!

Yet, behind each, the many masks

Why is it the same in all?

The same insecurity, fear, anxiousness,

Attachment, aversions,

Greed, avarice, anger et all!

Amusing it is not. To hide

what is common to all,

We put on the mask.

Only hoping

To meet the one

who would see us

as we are!

Why must I put on the mask

When I am who you are!?

©Deepti Vishwanath

Memories

As in twilight

Images blurred.

Recognised but faintly

Outlines merged.

Colours monochrome.

No smell or taste or touch.

What is this?

Memories!

Evoking feelings

Ranging wide and wild

Bringing smiles and tears.

In a dazed present.

Are they real?

O! The inner eye,

Look closely!!

Do you see an image only?

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

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

Silence

The clock ticks

Reminding of the movement

Set in motion

Under whose plan or will?

The rising Sun

Seen day after day

Eternal as though

A stark witness

To the movements herein

The rising waves,

Who impels them?

For whom do they rise and fall

Tirelessly

Sometimes graceful,

Other times not!

The hills, the lakes, the snow,

The meadows, the forests

Oh! So much … All in motion

How can life be finite?

When every aspect of it is infinite!

And Now, I hear the silence!

Between the two tick ….. tick!

Ah! The joy of Silence!

 

– Deepti Vishwanath

 

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

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

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

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

Dissolve away

To be born like a wave in ocean, 

A momentary distinction

And all the joys and sorrows to hold on to then

How real is that?

All relations and achievements,

All gains, possessions and giving aways!
When, the wave will dissolve away

Back to being ocean

Would the limited experience be so valuable then?
I thought this,

And then,

My heart flooded 

With uninterrupted joys 

Of the manifold, 

Of vastness,

Of no fear of separation or loss.

Ah! The ride as the wave became precious

For, it made me recognise the water! 

Dance

Let us dance

with the movement of the winds

the songs of the rivers

the earth our theatre

the skies our audience

and all

the birds, caterpillars, butterflies

o come be my companion!

let us dance

feeling our breaths

for Life

certainly

is worthy of a great performance!

© Deepti Vishwanath

Pic courtesy-web

 

By the Ghats

By the ghat, standing I,

saw the river flow by.

Telling me tales of many a times

forlorn by us,

She remembers it all.

I turn to look at the people behind me,

busy, hustling, bustling…

in need to get somewhere,

go somewhere,

get something,

achieve something,

a rush!

Then, I took the plunge!

One last thing I did;

took the boat

to the other shore.

I stand here,

where I hear the tales from the river,

been eternally there,

of the same ceaseless hustles,

been eternally there,

I see on the other shore!

only, from the other end!

© Deepti Vishwanath

Dreams

Dreams, are you meant that I chase you,

or, are you chimeras meant to mislead?

Are you the guiding light

or, are you the blockages?

Dreams, are you separate from me

or, are you me?

If you are separate,

I can leave you or chase you.

But, if you are me, or even a part;

then what is your significance?

I see you clearly;

so, you cannot be me!

You can neither be a part!

You have no physiological role.

Arms, heart, head and all

have a part they play.

If I dream to live on moon,

amongst all the celestial living beings.

Where there is no hatred, no competition,

no jealousy, no malice,

where only compassion exists!

Love for all.

Where God is not used,

For every God damn excuse.

Where coolness of the moon is

in everyones’ nature.

Where the waters are pure,

refreshing the skin.

Where a gentle breeze,

teases it constantly.

And there is no fear.

Where giving is more important than taking;

where love is essential for survival;

where sorrow is not known;

and the galaxies echo back the laughter!

Dream!

The respite.

From this predominantly

disturbed world.

Here,

what I dream as real

is only a rare exhibit.

How do I chase you, O Dream?

Your premises are all false!

You are only a figment of imagination!

Ahhhhh!

The milk just spilled over the boiler!!

 

© Deepti Vishwanath

Photo credits : web space.

 

 

 

 

 

Ultimate Love

The more I want to know,

the more I know;

it is not going to be easy to know you.

Your depths….

Your layers….

You’r a maze…

Truly amazes!

How will I unravel thy mystery?

You are the closest;

Seem the farthest.

You are ever there,

But, I never see you!

How will I know you?

You make everything known;

tell me, how will I know you?

Tell me, O ONE! THE ONE!

I want to know!

 

When I wake up,

You are here.

Before I woke up,

also,

while I sleep,

I know you are there.

Never have you left me!

But, how are you there?

before I am awake?

What stuff are you made up of?

How are we related?

You don’t need me!

And I am not, without you!

Oh! how will I know you?

 

You, O Consciousness!

you are also known as ‘Awareness’

Reveal to me,

What are you and who am I?

Who are you and what is ‘I am’?

 

-Deepti Vishwanath

The primitive Man.

On my tablet,

screen flashing data.

And  pictures,

music and all.

Everything in this one!

Movies, calendar and maps,

documents and sheets,

contacts and mails,

all in one!

man has advanced & how?!

 

The hunger of

the old man down the street,

Unable to move much!

The child running in the barest,

what improves his future?

The lady hugging her child close

to keep her baby warm…

The merciless butchering of pigs

and cows and chicks and all…..

The forests seen parse.

The rivers shallow.

The winters short and less severe,

the frequent droughts and floods

Ah! But yes, the MARS mission !

 

Man in space!

Planning to inhabit another planet!

When this is destroyed!

this I read on my tablet…

and the nuclear power generators!!

 

I wonder,

When this. Great Man!

Inhabits another planet,

will they, not experience the inequality?

No Humger, or Cold, or fear?

nor insecurity?

 

Nah!

Then it seems;

the rule of power.

Destroy, to rule, and yet again.

As seen in animals too!

 

Man has advanced the use of matter,

But Man has not advanced Man!

Or even attempted yet!

AS primitive…. he remains…. in fact!

 

© Deepti Vishwanath

Pic – Web

 

When?

When? When will I do what I want to do?

When? When will i get what i want to get?

When? When will things change for the better?

When? When will the time be right?

When? When will my heart listen to it’s own Self?

When? When will I be who i want to be?

Oh! When? When will I live in the now?

When?

When did when become so important? To the one who is a witness to all, of all;

when did I loose myself?

To now worry, when will i regain it?
© Deepti Vishwanath

शब्द

शब्दों को क्यों हम कुछ कहें,

जब वह तो ख़ुद कुछ कहते ही नहीं ।

जो कहा है;

उसे फिर क्यों हम कहें,

जब पहले भी वह कुछ न कह सके ।

शब्दों मे तो कुछ बात कहॉं;

जब यह जाना ही है,

अब क्यों कुछ हम कहें ।

-दीप्ति विश्वनाथ

The Bud

The bud seeing the flowers around

said to herself,

“I am also blooming!

Like all, I will also grow!

I may even be really beautiful.

For I know I belong to the “lovely flowers”

But, when I look at others’

I do wonder,

If this was all I was meant to be?

Can I not be ….”

 

And just then,

the flower looks at the bud and thinks,

“Ah! Those were the days!

Now I wait, only to wither,

My petals away.

But as a bud, I was so happy.

All I have now is wait.. and some fear!”

 

And the plant said,

“have i not survived many a buds and roses,

and thorns?

Each being a part of me!

And they never recognised,

all that I go through

for them to grow!

Ah! I also get noticed because of them!

But, they are that part of me

which blooms and withers.

And there is that part of me, which is to protect them while they grow.

I hold them both equally, for them to bloom!”

 

And the soil said,

“in me all exists.

what you see on the surface is,

because I exist.

All the many plants, the trees…

are all me!

Yet this plant does not recognise me?

But, I protect it while it grows

by holding strong its roots.”

 

And the water said,

“Oh soil!

you do not recognise me.

Where I soak you, there you let the plant thrive.”

 

And the fire said,

“Oh water!

If I do not

collect you from the oceans,

you would not soak the soil?”

 

And the space said,

“Oh fire! I accommodate you.

So you are able to collect water high up in the skies.

 

And the water said,

“wait, I let you collect me,

I surrender,

when you come to collect me.”

 

And the soils said to the water,

“wait water! I surrender when you come to soak me, drench me.”

 

And the plant said,

“wait soil,

I surrender my seed and exert to grow upwards;

propelled by the rays, perhaps of the Sun, I am told.”

 

And the bud said,

“I can only surrender to what fate has for me!

I wait to grow like the flower next to me, I see.”

And the flower said,

“but I wait only to wither…

or wait in fear!”

 

And they all sat and thought and discussed openly,

and wondered, “for whom does all this happen?

whose will is it, that we express?”

 

And as the discussion was escalating,

A child came and plucked the flower which

was then talking.

And all went silent!

Wondering now, what this child will do with the flower?

Was this the end of the journey for all?

 

© Deepti Vishwanath

(Photo from web)

Free

Bound are we by our thoughts,

Or else,

Who else binds us?

 

The vast that I am,

without a beginning and an end,

birthless, deathless, even changeless;

I reduce it to a chamber,

the body with its ever changingness,

I identify!

Who else will come and

release me?

 

The infinite love that I am,

I reduce it to smitten-ness;

Who else will caress me?

 

O Thought!

The pure that I am,

Is felt sullied, by

the negatives in your ways that I loop in!

Who else will purify me?

 

The All that I am,

is felt like, “I am nothing!”

Who else will illumine me?

 

O Thought!

I leave your miserable ways,

to keep me bound.

Here. Take your place, where it belongs.

and let me reign my kingdom.

 

© Deepti Vishwanath

 

When the Mind dies.

“When I die inside who lives then?”

My mind asked me.

I said, “I do! I live inside.”

Mind said, “without me?

How do you?”

I said, “when you die,

What dies is only, what was dead already.

You were not letting the corpses’ go,

When you die, O Mind!

With you all what you accumulated

The pains, griefs, sorrows, disappointments, dejections,

Frustrations, anxiety, fears, anger, resentment…

O God! You keep a huge collection!

They all go when you die.

And then,

You let me live.”

Mind asked, “How do you get the joy then? When I am dead.”

“That is the thing, dear mind!

You will never know!

For I am joy and I begin to live,

Only, after you are dead, O Mind!”

© Deepti Vishwanath

Nothing or Everything

The frailties of life; I see,

When relations; I see.

How fragile!

Momentary happiness,

Even as it is being felt,

It all goes

into the Nothing land.

Is that where the ‘all’ dwells?

Nothing…

Or,

Since the ‘all’ dwells there;

It IS

Everything!

Words

Words.

You have life.

The joys, the sorrows,

the grumblings, the rumblings

the highs, the low.

I feel all;

because,

I feel you.

 

But.

Feel I the most

when you are not there!

 

Words,

you are wonderful!

You make it possible

to share what is held;

The joys, the sorrows …..

 

But.

The experience

when you are not there!

Is there!

Is alive.

This you cannot share, O Words!

It gave you life!

You are dear to me;

Through you,

I saw the One behind you!

Which binds you like beads in a necklace.

The invisible thread which holds you!

Because of you,

I saw.

And, It is that which I feel!

 

© Deepti Vishwanath

 

 

 

 

सोच – Worry.

सोचते वह है, जो सोचना नहीं है;

सोचते वह नहीं जो सोचना है ।

सोच यह!

अगर सोचना है।

वैसे सोचने को कुछ है ही कहॉं

यह सोच!

जो है, जहॉं सोच कहॉं !

Worrying that; which is not to be worried

Worrying not; what may be to worry!

Worry this!

If you must worry.

Though there is really nothing to worry!

Worry that, if you must worry.

For, what there is, there, there is no worry!

© Deepti Vishwanath

Drowned

Drowned in their senses.

The pleasures;

O so intoxicating!

The food and drink for the tongue!

the forms, the colours,

O what a delight!

Sweet music! Melodies which reach the heart!

and the smell….hmmmm!

in them all, we drown…

 

O the pleasures!

“what can be there more than this?” they say.

“make this more and more,

somehow, someway, doesn’t  matter”

“Deeper we go, more pleasure” they think!

 

how deep?

where ‘they’ become sense-less.

 

© Deepti Vishwanath

The Barking Dogs.

A Dog was barking fiercely

insecurity, fear and all.

Interwoven.

And an urgent need for self defence.

Soon there were barks

from far and near.

The same,

insecurity, fear….

They seemed uncontrolled.

I looked over; from my balcony.

Saw a seeming stranger to our place!

Dressed in garbs, old, stick in hand and a turban on head.

Walking ever so slowly,

unfazed by the dogs;

who had by now assembled in numbers.

All stray ofcourse!

He sat amidst them and looked at one of them.

Ever so gently,

his trembling hands,

began to stroke the one he could reach.

At first the barking increased frantically.

and then,

in an instant – silence!

he was still a stranger to them

but now…..

I saw the power of love!

O the barking dogs in the mind!

Ssshhhhhhh!

there is no stranger here

in ONE

and, THE ONE!

 

Deepti Vishwanath

River

River said, “I am a River only when the banks contain me.

Or else I am just  water. Unbound, formless.

I flow away,

wherever the slope is.

Free in my movement, resisting nothing,

I keep making my way. I love it.

But then, I get lost.

In the soil, in the woods, in the air;

also, I never really become one with them.

The soil, the woods, the air remain; while I disappear.

I also keep loosing my force, strength, my own clan as I keep slipping.

But I truly love it, when I flow unmindfully.

The thrill, O the thrill!

 

And within the banks,

I loose my free movement

but,

I remain.

Growing force, strength in myself.

And then, I reach the infinite expanse! I am told. I don’t know.

Here also, I loose myself.

But to be One.

I am not separate here, from the One, I lost myself in.

 

What should I do?

Follow the free movement now,

or else,

Now loose the movement,

to gain the infinite which I cannot see. Now!

What should I do? Now??”

A choice which a river mulled on

as it flowed.

Wanting to break the banks, but pondering the outcomes.

 

Deepti Vishwanath

 

Dear Ms.2016

Dear Ms.2016,

We just changed your name to 2017.

We now expect you to be young, fresh, vibrant

And full of possibilities.

We live with hope,

that as you pass through your childhood

January to March

we look forward to how you will grow up.

and as you move into your youth

Aprl to June

we begin to expect the good times we will have together.

our holidays, lazing, chilling out.

and then in the middle of your life,

July to September

we begin to recognise, you are now not youthful

you are aging

and October to December,

we do see the old age catching up.

we begin to recall all that

should have been -could have been,

should not have been -could not be!

the new associations, the partings

the joys accumulated and the pains

the mixture of everything that we did think you held

in your potential!

Dear Ms.2016, you showed it all.

And then what do we do, you know?

As your end nears,

we begin to celebrate, that your old age is going to go.

you are going.

And then at a click,

We just change your name!

You are now 2017.

And we once again expect you to be young, fresh, vibrant

And full of possibilities.

We live with hope….

 

While what all you did, O dear Earth!

rotating and revolving ceaselessly,

from much before the 2017 times that we have changed the name!

We don’t even know since when are you at your task, O Earth!

Not a moment of rest! That we may celebrate the life!

The time that is your gift to us, we wait for it to give us somethings’ also!

Your own achievements, O earth

we do not celebrate!

the few decades, that we are here

what did we do?

Robbed you of your green?

polluted your whites?

greyed your blue?

barred you?

parched you?

Often even cursed you.

Every-time I was unhappy

I cursed you, O earth! I complained about my life!

My life here is your gift.

Dear Earth, your embellishment Time, I do not value.

To live my life,

I destroy the ‘present’ and the giver!

 

Deepti Vishwanath

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A laugh and a tear -again

Laugh and a tear again sat across the table

sipping from their cups of experiences

Laugh asked the tear,

what happened?

Tear could not speak a word and when it tried, it sobbed even more!

but felt better after a while

and now asked the laugh,

what happened?

Laugh went on and on and on,

and the room laughed,

and the tear?

also chuckled.

O Mind!

O Mind! Senseless are your excitements,

foolish are your engagements.

heedless is your outlook

when you seek the sensory joys!

Remaining not

in the here and now,

you dwell in the past and future

unmindfully.

Return back,

O Mind! to what is yours, to whom you belong.

the eternal joy,

your own being.

Leave the hold on what is not you or will never be yours!

Differentiate, grow up, be wise Dear Mind!

For before the body perishes, you have the time.

To make a difference!

 

Deepti Vishwanath

 

If

‘If’ was in a reflective mood.

I asked what’s going on?

‘If’ said, “I am thinking, what if I disappear from your lives?”

I stood aghast! What If? ‘If’disappeared from my life?

‘If’ not being there at all!

A lot my conversations would end. My interactions would change.

I would live more in the now, in the here. More in love with my life.

More I would embrace life.

I would ……

I would be more at peace. I said.

Precisely. Said If. Stop using me so much. I am not in every breath!

‘If’ turned, saying a final bye. Herefater, be at peace dear one, it said.

‘If’ was receding fast from my sight.

 

“Stop. One last thought” I said.

‘If’turned just bit to give me a side glance.

The look said, don’t stop me now!

And I said, “Wait. Can you please take the ‘why’ also along with you?”

 

Peace unto us now!

 

-Deepti Vishwanath

That time when Time spoke…

Time chose to speak. And I sat down.

“Who am I?” Time asked me.

I am called by all the names, all the time!

Some call me ‘Good’time. Some say,’Bad’ times!

Am I one or many?

‘Terrible’ time; ‘Lovely’time.

Am I double-faced? Or, am I partial?

some even say,

I am slow; then, they only say, “Time runs fast”. Some say, I stand still!

???? What! Am I stationary or do I flow?

‘Day’ time, ‘Night’ time. Am I so restless? Do I change so much?

I think I belong to all, yet they say, “I have no time.”

“Am I empty?” For everyone tries to fill me!

Fill the time-fill the time! “What are you doing to fill your time?”

I hear it ever so often.

Who am I?

That I am, is certain.

Everyone seems sure, I will always be there.

Time looked my way, now waiting for an answer.

I don’t know.  To avoid saying that, I pretend to be asleep.

and exactly a moment later, I heard Time exclaim,

I am not there!

I am not there! Time screamed, pointing at me.

And Time shouted! Joyous this time,  I am – not there!!

 

-Deepti Vishwanath

Eyes and O Mind!

Eyes. What all they see! Which is there.

Choicelessly.

Mind. What all it sees! Which is not there!

Choicefully.

Then why, O Mind!

Do you not see, what is there??

Choiceless you are not!

 

-Deepti Vishwanath

A Laugh and A tear

laugh and a tear

sat across the table

sipping from their cups

the experiences  each had.

the tear did not recognise what was there to laugh about

and the laugh tried hard. what was there to cry about!

each felt the other did not understand,

They exchanged their cups.

and guess what?

laugh still had his cup

and the tear his!

 

 

Laugh and a tear -3 (finally and final)

Now this time, it was My laugh and My tear;

went for a walk together.

Laugh asked My tear

what happened?

Tear tried hard to explain;

seeing the laugh’s response, said,

never mind, you won’t understand.

after some time, tear asked My Laugh,

what happened?

Laugh said, never mind, you won’t appreciate

and they continued to walk together.

non companion to the other

for immersed they were in their experiences.

Unmindful that they both belonged to the same person.

and me, the person kept looking at both separately,

Unknowing, they were my own!

if I was one, how could they be two?

 

Deepti.vishwanath

Faith

Faith. A double edged sword.

Hurts to have and also not to have.

In the mire of delusion, seeking the permanent;

saves and also drowns.

To prevent being a robot, faith is essential.

But faith which opposes reason, numbs you!

To feel the joy, faith is an ingredient; but the same saddens you.

The same liberates you when faith saw.

Who then has faith which is joy and liberating?

What to have faith on? Which will not hurt?

Is God then, not a necessary inclusion in the ire of delusion?

 

Deepti Vishwanath