WHISPERS : Sighs

Some of my HAIKU on suffering and then a long verse about life “Sighs...?” I believe that sometimes we cherish pain and selfishly hold on to it till it becomes intrinsic part of our soul... Love has that effect in leaving... in emptying...

A lonely tree in a village near Varanasi

Suffering is you

Left to die alone, in the desert spaces

Of memories - in past

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Suffering is not

The actuality of pain

It’s just an image of memories

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From seeds of suffering

That universal feeling of love

Flowers forth

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Common Man by Cartoonist R K Laxman at Worli Sea Face Mumbai - India

SIGHS

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As emptiness seeped

Into my being

A sweet selfishness of living

Flowered

And it took roots

Dig deeper into my soul

A red earth tempered by

- Dark blood of dying memories

- Fallen leaves of decaying past

One by one, withered branches

Of love crashed

On this emptiness of now

Trees, wind and the sky

All immersed in me

Pain flows; rivered in earth of living

Sounds of silence reach out from the last kiss

Echoes of your name

Sighs of dying breath


If you want to flower love

Then you need to sow

Seeds of pain

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Shashi @ Nov 2011

ॐ नमः शिवाय

Om Namah Shivaya

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Where Will You Go...?

WHISPERS: Where You Will Go...?

Hope you will enjoy some of my HAIKU and then a long verse about life “Where You Will Go...?” 

I believe that we are not living in now, as our mind is not capable of perceiving it as it is always busy experiencing, accumulating memories and then translating the present according to it...

Thekadi Lake in Kerala - God's Own Country

Trees, wind and the sea

All immersed in me

Love rivers the life in living

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Do you now know?

Your soul flowered in me, as you planted

Seeds of love on my lips

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I have always been

Selfish of my pain

Comforts of your going away

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Varanasi Ghat...
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WHERE YOU WILL GO...?

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Sunset melted into the darkness of lust

Softly extinguishing the twilight of passion

Night fell hard all over the cosmic design

Oh Yes! no one is there

Within the tapestry of hungry desires

Within the cosmic fabric of darkness and of endless memories

If this is what we are - nothing,

Just dark desires of endless nights

Then why do we even attempt

To be in this flow of life, that rivers

All across memories, from beginning to the end

A deep sigh escaped, on the wings of moon light

Some stars tear dropped, on the ripples

Of dry river bed of past; ‘now’ just flowed on and on

What do we understand,

When all that our mind is capable of,

Is knowing only its past and then colouring

All that is ‘now’ with memories 

Stale dry and dirty of just experience.

Where and why do we understand - only

Lust, desire, passion, fear, ambition...

Insecurity... What is actually all that?

He was alone playing with his memories, coarse fingers

Prodding the little waves of the river, that came along talking

Releasing his past to be free, slowly nudging them to flow away

How this life can be different than

This or that universe…

This living or that past life, or the life coming to be

I agree.. You have actually

Messed it up with the priests, religion

With a mind that’s playing magic of time

Which is nothing but a sleight of sense’s hand,

Or quirks of future fate; you are just not staying in...

One by one, all past left, experience emptied itself

In the flow of not knowing what was; naked and alone

He stood up, to walk into the depths of ‘now’

Where you will go?

Free at last of living, probably the right place is within you

Dream, search and hold it in this flow…

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Shashi @ Nov 2011

ॐ नमः शिवाय

Om Namah Shivaya

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20th Edition of Shadow Dancing With Mind

Welcome to 20^th Edition of “Shadow Dancing With Mind”. This Edition has the following topics.

UP CLOSE & PERSONAL:

The section gives you insights of some of the people I have had a chance to meet, interact or have read about that have made a deep impression on my thoughts and feelings...

Vladimir Kush - Another Salvador Dali?

Recently I came across an artist, whose paintings made me think about Salvador Dali. Vladimir Kush’s painting style hits you with a new vision, color and ideas about the things he paints about... just like the Dali...

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The Purpose Of Life? - Cathedral Man Don Justo

When we look back at our life and question ourselves... where we are going, what are we doing and what this life is all about... etc, we don’t really have a clear cut answer? We rationalize, we wonder and sometimes we doubt if we are doing anything at all. Or we are just hollow and empty shell trying to fill our existence with possessions, belongings, ideologies, beliefs etc...

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TALKING POINT:

Some of the things that is happening around me, as I get into the daily grind of my life every day, which has made to stop and then think....

How Will You Measure Your Life?

My younger brother send me this wonderful talk “How Will You Measure Your Life” given by Harvard Business School Professor Clay Christensen to the graduating class of 2010 on their request to address them, “not on how to apply his principles and thinking in their post HBS careers but how to apply them to their personal life.” ...

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Genius Mathematician - The Monk Who Solves

Some days back, I woke up to read that Mahan Maharaj of Belur Math won the highest honor of mathematics in India "Shanti Swarup Bhatnagar Award". Mahan Maharaj is a Monk at Belur Math in Kolkata, set up by another great spiritualist, Swami Vivekananda. ...

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Hindu Literary Festival - Lit For Life 2011

First day of Hindu Literary Festival 2011 – Chennai

I have been waiting for the Hindu’s Lit For Life 2011 - Chennai – A literary festival spread over two days i.e 29^thOct and 30^th Oct. Cancelled all my activities for these 2 days and focussed on only one thing, to find out for myself what the great writers are made of? 

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And the winner is... "Lit For Life 2011" PART II

Second day of Hindu Literary Festival 2011 – Chennai: 2^nd Day of Hindu Literary Festival and the winner is ...  It was a pleasure to see a very talented and humble person and a new friend,Rahul Bhattacharyawinning ‘The Hindu Literary Prize for Best Fiction 2011' for his lovely book “The Sly Company of People Who Care”. 

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STILL LIFE:

A place where I take you with me to a journey through my impressions and pictures that I have had taken...

Festival of lights - Diwali 2011

I am sharing in this post some powerful spiritual energy sources in India associated with Goddess Durga and Laxmi, that has made a strong impression on me. Sharing  also some of my impressions of Diwali from past year... But before that, let me introduce my friends from abroad to this important festival of light...

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The Tata Grande Indiblogger Meet @ Chennai

I have had met Renie Revin almost a year back at one of the Social Media meet organised by another good friend. Renie's talk interested me to get on to the IndiBlogger and share thoughts with another passionate bloggers from across the world...  and last sunday, it was the first time I attended the blogger meet. It was a great journey from being a individual blogger for personal satisfaction to connecting with like minded people from all walks of life.... 

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WHISPERS:

A section where I post my poetry, Haiku and verse’s about love, life and living....

Fire, Faayar, Faayaar... Dedicated to Vikram Seth

Some of my free form Haiku to begin with and then my dedication to the powerful style of poetry reading by a great author Vikram Seth, hope you would like it...

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Wet and Sandy Beach

Some of my Haiku about yearning and then a long verse ‘Wet and Sandy Beach’ on a subject that some (including me) consider taboo...

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Tears In The Rain

It’s raining in Chennai and I love rains... It brings me close to nature as well as it feels as if some sadness is being released from my inner depths... so here I am with my thoughts about it and some of my Haiku related to it....

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Shashi @ Nov 2011

ॐ नमः शिवाय

Om Namah Shivaya

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19^th Edition of Shadow Dancing..

WHISPERS: Tears In The Rain....

The latest haiku and the long verse... ‘Tears In The rain’

The flowers of my garden...

Tears needs to be bled

Before pain can

Flower, in silent words

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If you want to flower love

Then you need to...

Sow seeds of pain

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Any one who loves

Does not have words to say

Who have; do not love

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Worli Sea Face in Mumbai - India

TEARS IN THE RAIN

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Is it all lost?

Those tears in the rain
Or

As I shed my past, since you flowed away

Into the river of living;

It carries 'it' into the ocean

To make it
A little rich of salt?

Is that eternal ocean

Clear of its ‘being’ the only one

Purifying all the polluted streams - an end?

You know my pain is capable

Of ‘being’ too

As blue

As the blue ocean

As still as the froth
Of the waves

But has it's dark sides... too

It becomes red, and bleeding red, as I still
Continue to tear memories of past, drop by drop

I lie as dead, 
as alive as in your arms

As alive as I can be, in all encompassing cold death

And rain goes on and on, raining...

And it rains forever,

From my thoughts

My memories, my past

In deep depths of my emotions

Off love, lust and passion...

And I continue to die of past,

Till I burst forth in living

I cry out in pain, of pain
Dead among suffering, for the reason I don’t need you

For my death - I just need me?

And tears run burning lines

Across my cheek, that

The universe of cloudburst couldn't flood

Dark grey clouds of thunder could not see

Those cries of my heart...

Where are you?

What are you doing?

Why are you not here with me?

And tear drops continue to merge with the rain

And the pain; Salt crystals of ocean scent

Continue another journey, seeking forever...

Where are you in this eternal journey of ocean current?

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Shashi @ Nov 2011

ॐ नमः शिवाय

Om Namah Shivaya

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Fire, Faayar, Faayaar...

WHISPERS: Fire, Faayar, Faayaar... Dedicated to Vikram Seth

Some of my free form Haiku to begin with and then my dedication to the powerful style of poetry reading by a great author Vikram Seth, hope you would like it...

Morning Blossom by Vladimir Kush
A Surrealistic painter, Click here to see more...

Death is beautiful flower

Flowering in emptiness

Utterly naked in being

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Your pain is not

The result of my love

But of my possessiveness

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Love is the process

Of self revelation

In her eyes

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Last weekend, I was attending the literary festival, (where my friend Rahul Bhattacharya was awarded The Hindu Literary Prize for Best Fiction 2011), I came across many giants of Indian Literature as well as some great names from abroad. It was an amazing experience throughout the days but the recitation of poetry, “FIRE” by Vikram Seth from his new book, “Rivered Earth” captured my imagination and touched me deeply. Vikram Seth is an amazing writer, who has enthralled the world with his creative genius, with books like "A suitable Boy", "The Golden gate". "An Equal Music" etc. As he came up on the stage to talk with Nisha Susan from Tehelka Channel, I did not have any inkling that he will set the stage on fire.

Vikram Seth at Hindu Literary
Festival Chennai 2011

To start with, he was sitting while chatting with Nisha and reading his poetry, but when he started reading his final verse ‘Fire’, slowly got up and walked on to the front of the stage... softly raising his voice almost to the level of a war cry... with word ‘fire’ menacingly leaping out of his mouth, transformed into Faayar... Faayaar.

The poetry below is about that moment when Vikram Seth’s whole being was consumed by the fire of passion and creativity...

Vikram Seth breathing fire....

Fire, Faayar, Faayaar...

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There was no fire

But then there was passion

A complete consuming desperation...

With its flickering flame of desire

From here to eternity

In thoughts

More so in the vision of

Fire, Faayar, Faayaar...

And it engulfs you in its crescendo

The music of burning deep within desire 

Fire, Faayar, Faayaar...

And there he was

Completely enflamed in the vision

His long forehead

To his thinning hair

Slowly his desperate cries took roots

Into the earth within

And he himself buries himself in...

In the flames of passion

Fire, Faayar, Faayaar...

What I was thinking

Or whether even I was...

Fire, Faayar, Faayaar...

As he rose, like a phoenix, from ashes

Of desire, a full throated war cry

In his most unobtrusive way

And captured

The essence of life

In being; and I saw

The place is on....

Fire, Faayar, Faayaar...

Ferocity, in her own trembling

Hands, fumbling to capture desire

Fire, Faayar, Faayaar....

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Shashi@2011
ॐ नमः शिवाय

Om Namah Shivaya

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