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Mystic River flows on..

Mystic River Flows On….

Back in time when we used to write
(And not type as we do today)
With ink flowing down the fountain pen
I was told that it was called a mystic river
Of thoughts flowing from one’s heart to their next home
A book, bound and ready to bloom!

Apparently,
The words and the book then waited,
The ink within weathering it for days
For a hand to caress, a mind to read and a heart to warm
May be to meet a reader who really understands why they were born!

The author, sometimes got lost in the dunes of time
Had either grown old or rusted
Always hoping someone agreed with what he thought
Someone liked what he said
Or drank from the spring of water, he thought, he created!

But there occasionally was one among a few
Who wrote, but knew
That the mystic river out, he did not bring!
The eternal fountain was elsewhere
And that he was just a pen to that universal spring!

I read one such book, written by one
Who considered himself just a space, through which the river flowed
Who did not own those words, Nor did he create the river
Who knows the mystic river flows as ever, To where it knows it should!

He asked,
Where was the word, before it was on paper or on his mind,
Whence forth did it spring from,
To be born in ink and live in a book with its family & friends!

The words were magical, the book enrapturing

I suddenly became one with the word
Realized I myself was a word too, born in the ink of blood
Born off the spark of a thought of authors
Who think they created me!

And one day, just like the word, the ink on me would disappear
The weather would erase me, the dye on paper forgotten

So why are words born all the time?
Again and again, in a new ink and on a new paper!
Why does the mystic river continue to flow,
From unknown origins to unknown destinations?

(Inspired by Master Parvati Kumar’s book ‘Sarawati – The Word’)

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Shadows!

As a kid, I frequently heard my grandma’s yowls
Asking me not to chase my own shadows
That shadows devour and eat up our souls
Only to leave us weak and drag them to unheard shallows!

I felt it was just another village myth
Just treated my grandma, a wonderful pastime, to play with!

I thought it was great fun
As a kid to chase my shadow
And as an adult, my boss’s Rado 😉

Nothing was enough,
And the game never ended
I was told to be tough
‘coz in this world- only yourself, you fended!

Go to a school and top the class
In the office, “Aim to be the boss!”
(Which is more like die tomorrow!)
If you play a game, kick some ass
Drop a great line, pick up that great lass!

Life is fun only when you win
Even if bruised and rolling!
Just as my childish game, It’s even more fun
When you leave there smiling and someone else howling!

Until a day came,
When a wise man crossed my path
An exquisite silence on his lips
And a brilliant light, he hath!

Without saying a word, He made me feel like a fool
With rags on his body and a smile on his face
He mocked at my half-cooked definitions of ‘being cool!’

He never uttered a word
But the mere presence was a mesmerizing sight!
He did not say – ‘Don’t chase your shadow!’
He only hinted to me – ‘Turn to Light!’

The shadows disappeared in an instant
The Rado’s seemed obscene
My whole life whirred till the present
Made me feel naked, yet clean!

Surprising, the man did not say a word about my life
Of past, present or the future – nothing of my kid or my wife!
Never a syllable on what I was, am and would be
He radiated a silence and said – ‘Just Be!’

In his silence, he left me a message

To never miss watching with wonder the rising sun
And never cry for the one bidding adieu
Know he would be back tomorrow to wake you
Just looking as wonderful and bringing another bright new dawn!

Despite all the noise around,

Never miss that new leaf on a tree you always see,
or a bird returning home saying ‘Sayonara!’
Describe your life in ‘Third person singular’
Laugh at your worries and say ‘This to would pass!’

And yes, shadows are real, everyone has one
They are our dark sides, until one day
When we become the sun!