Give rest to our Earth please! 

Today as I sit in my balcony, 

With a cup -o- tea in my hand,

I hear so many birds.

From all directions,

Non stop.

Uninterrupted they enter my ears,

Giving me immeasurable joy.

It is a grand musical, trust me! 

Watch how the brain relaxes,

Vessels open up, 

The heart beat slows down,

Trying to match their frequency.

I feel one with them.

They bind me to nature.

Not vulnerable or weak, 

Not wanting supremacy or control.

Simply blending in the pure existence,

Where we have no existence! 

You know why? 

Today mankind is forced to withdraw indoors.

And all the noise the artificial 

mechanics make, are gone.

A few minutes can leave such an impact!

O Man! Then to heal thyself, 

You will have to let the earth rest.

She is compassionate, caring, tolerant.

But tired now. Let her replenish.

She cannot continue to absorb

The mindlessness in the name of progress.

Slow down now.

Match the steps with nature.

Tune in the rhythm with other life forms.

And you will experience an eternal dance. 

Else, earth doesn’t need your intelligence.

She will find her way to heal herself.

She doesn’t need you, you need her.

Deepti Vishwanath

Traditional Habits

Few habits I want to carry forward…

Covid19 has put mankind in its place, even if it is temporary. The fast paced, selfish attitude has been held by the hook! We are cornered, the worst in a long time.

Few habits I am planning to carry forward once we go pass this.

1. I am going to worship the sunrise and sun set again. This brought discipline in my life. Made me be grateful for the time here. Made me recognise, any sunset could be the last I see! Made me recognise without this first fundamental ‘being’ life here would not even exist! Forget me being here!!

2. I will leave my footwear outside the house and have a different one only for inside, however difficult it may be for me to keep changing them every time! (And it is difficult most of you would know!) It makes me recognise I have people living with me, while I may be more healthy, they may not be to fight the germs I bring in.

3. I will, without fail wash my hands every time I come from outside, having touched many places and objects unknowingly. I have fully understood its importance now.

4. Keep mum during defecation! Germs do enter through that opening as well!

5. I will recognise acutely other nature born beings as existent also. Like the animals, plants etc. I will consciously further minimise my consume which harms them, especially violently.

6. Above all! I will deliberately keep some proportion of social distancing. Social distancing has added some days extra to do more things which are directly meaningful to me. Before I see the last sunset!

Truly, these habits are not new which I have formed recently! These few habits from the past I plan to reinstate in my lifestyle which my older generations swore by! Breaking which we were reprimanded strongly. And which I have witnessed the transition of loosing and replacing them with more conceited, careless aka modern approach and thinking has brought in.

I am going to reinstate those traditions, call hereby habits, which were by far more scientific than science will perhaps fully fathom!

Oh! Yes!! I don’t need to reinstate namaste! I still fortunately have that habit!

I have missed any which I need to consider again? Let me know.

#sayingyestotradition. 🙏🏼

– Deepti Vishwanath

Nothing to say

Today I really have nothing to say

Or is it,

that I do not want to say anything.

You see,

I have started listening now.

Not just to birds and people

But to the sound of air

that teasingly touches my skin,

as it enters and exists the nostrils!

I am listening to water

which runs when the tap is open

And when it is gulped down the throat.

I listen to the fire

When I light the burner to cook

And hunger flares in the stomach.

I am listening,

To the sound of silence,

Between words, chirps, ticking of clocks

It speaks to me

Of it’s presence

Which I can no longer ignore

Yes, I am listening.

©️Deepti Vishwanath

27.2.2020

Burst of Joy

The burst of joy;

Blooms, when the limitation

Is shed.

©️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

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

Himalayan peaks and Sunrise enroute Nainital – Mukteshwar 

#Photograph

Enroute …. I love to shoot without any special preparation… Just capture the essence without stopping.. Most of my photographs have this is them..

The same drive.. Dawn.. Around 5.15 a.m..First rays of seeing the sunrise in the Himalayan Range of Nainital district. These are famously called Panchauli peaks.. The 5 peaks..  More later..

Same road… Another turn.. From the car..

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

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 

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)