Story of a missing pearl

Story of a missing pearl

One day a little girl, naughty and a bit unpredictable was playing with dried leaves under a tree. The birds were taking bath in a pool of water nearby. She asked the birds, why were they feeling so hot, it was not so warm after all? One of the younger bird replied, do we take bath only when we feel warm outside, what if I was feeling warm inside? The little girl had not thought about that, but being not given to easily accept defeat in argumentation, she asked, “that is ok, little bird, but then tell me, why do you flutter your wings so hard after taking bath, why not let the water evaporate slowly and slowly so that you can keep cool longer?” The bird was not going to let the girl get away with that. She said, “you know, when I flutter my wings, some drops look like pearls when sun rays pass through them, some fall on dried leaves with which you were playing and some soak other birds tempting them to also take bath”. And as if as an after thought, she added, that the leaves which received drops of water, became manure faster, did not fly with the breeze too far, being heavy and enriched the roots of the trees under which we are talking. But some drop disappear, in the thin air. She asked the bird, “do u know where?”
The little bird was speechless, she did not know, but do you?

maa kaali, today is the day of light

today when the whole world is lighted
why do i see darkness of amavasya
why is sudden silence
engulfing the entire shadow
of yesteryears
that i hovers like a smoke over the lamp i lighted
and the light does not get scattered

will u bestow your blessings
today
for a moment

the dew of tears

the dew of tears
has descended on the top
of a cliff today,
i don’t know when will it burst into a stream
and sway all the cold, rocks on the way.
will you let yor hairs absorb all the mist
and let the fog clear

sundar swapn

sundar swapn,
sneha bharey praytna,
kuchh marmik se ho gayey hain pal,
chalo kuchh harey avsad bherey kshana,
unkey,
sabkey ,
jinko nahin hai mila abhi tak,
thoda bhi sambal

will you listen O Kaali

will you listen o Kaali
or you are so much adored by your devotees
that a small gift
a small prayer
a feeble offering
does not even get noticed by you

why are you so self possessed
why do you need so much attention
why dont you measure the depth
by the pain in the heart
and not by the sound of the bells
in your temple

why should i be redeemed

when the crackers were bursted, and celebrations were held
i was quietly standing under a tree
and asking myself
what were we celebrating
why was there no noise of the litany of complaints
that you had made so often
about my indifference
why should i be forgiven
why should i be redeemed

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when i prayed at the grave of a sufi saint
i did not know that my prayers will be answered so soon
i wanted the flowers to bloom in every garden
that is sown with the seeds of sincerity
and the garden was in spring
but i was not the gardener
may be i was not sincere enough
but then why was my prayer answered
ma kali
you have always left me puzzled with these questions

is that how you reward your
incessantly persistent devotees

the time took leave

the time took leave
and we were left standing for pages to turn
but book had no will to turn the pages on its own
and the writer had not yet decided whether to write more or not
here, like a character of an unfinished book
i am waiting