Tuesday, April 26, 2011

The Temptress

                I shall not enter the sea I stood defiant, stubborn. I did not want to enter the sea as I would not be able to bathe in it, because I was not dressed properly. I thought just standing on the edges with waves touching your feet will not be fun. A person of coast has a special relationship with the waves and he becomes snobbish, snooty as with someone you love.
                So, while my friends moved away holding random loci, I started walking along the coast when she reached out to me by stretching a gentle wave of silky warm cloak and invited me in. She played with my senses by blowing air around my hair; she laughed at me and enticed me to come near nay challenged me to stay far. To hell with it, I wanted to take off my floaters and roll up my pants and run towards her and step into the warmth of this Arabian Beauty.  But I moved slowly cautiously and before I realised I got engulfed in her scent and she started tickling my feet and played with it and slowly started moving towards my knees whispering endearments. How can a person who grew up with the rough male love of the Bay of Bengal not fall for the loving caress of this temptress called the Arabian Sea? A moment ago my ego was standing as tall as the Burj Khalifa and now it came down crashing like a sack of potatoes!
                These thoughts initiated a simple harmonic motion in my mind and it was undulating with sudden flow of alien feelings.  The sea has been talking to humanity ever since it moved out of its lap, many a times into deaf ears. The Sea was the first thing to come into this world for the world was just a planet before the seas came and the seas will be the last thing to disappear, so as far as our mortal lives are concerned the sea is eternal, as they say in Sanskrit sthiram, chiram.  Now we have come so far from nature that we no longer understand the writing in the patterns of sand, we no longer comprehend the words spoken by the sea through its million tongues. But if we care to listen then we will find beyond the unfathomable noise there is a message of equanimous, balanced, universal, infinite positivity. I don’t know if its love, it could be. May be we have lost the capacity to receive something that is so complete. Maybe that is why God has stopped visiting us or maybe we no longer identify him when he does.  I became pensive and found myself moving away from the sea of humanity towards the sea of eternity, maybe in search of answers or even more questions.

A welcome note.....

As we journey down the road of life
Towards our own destinations
 We walk a stretch with strangers
We share their memories, we share their warmth
We share joy, we share wisdom
We sometimes enjoy their company
But sometimes, we crave solitude
None the less we envelope each other with security
Much needed in these unknown reality
While crossing these unseen frontiers.

Not long down the road
We come across a new group
Embarking on a trip lead by their destinies
Willing to talk with us, willing to walk with us
When we ask ‘where are you going’?
We are marching towards success says one
We are marching towards empowerment says another
We are collecting knowledge says yet another
They asked in return about our journey
We say, we are seekers of solace and of money and of joy and skill.
We say, we are all walking towards bettering our life.
Happiness of new company excites us - the more the merrier delights us
Now, we invite them to join us, Welcome Aboard

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Under the Same Sky

The thin line separating solitude and loneliness
is the same that separates fasting and starving.
We walk alone often as we don’t have any choice
or sometimes by choice to follow our calling.

But are we actually alone in this convoluted world?
When everything is connected to every other thing
through a web of life; no please not the internet
but by the underlying, unidentified, often ignored string.

Do not the birds carry messages of love across the globe?
Does not the wind bring stories from distant lands?
Does not the sea carry the brave to their new homes?
Aren’t our paths are shaped by thousand other hands?

Strangers give hope and show love without any reason
as long as we are open and shed our inhibition.
A boatman rows me across and shares his food saying ‘eat my son’!
And if I am humble enough to accept, I could see heaven.

So having no company presently isn’t all that adverse   
There is someone walking your path with you unseen.
Albeit he is at a different time in a different universe
But he is under the same sky, you just haven’t met him.