The dive

From atop the precipice
I step forward
And I dive...
Dive deep into the depths unknown

I close my eyes and feel
The air caressing me
The swish...and my body
Before "I" am smashed to smithereens

And then -
I shine like the pale blue dot
Suspended in the sunbeam.


Yoga
11/15/2011
PS:- Pale blue dot is the reference from one of Carl Sagan's space episodes.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p86BPM1GV8M

Let us

Weep, weep our hearts out
As the numbers and statistics
Keep coming like the tears unstoppable
Let us weep, weep our hearts out...

After all they are just the numbers...
Numbers of the dead
Dead by innumerous means
Like the opportunities this country has to offer.
Numbers of the hungry
As they wail like the highway
When run over by our luxuries this country has to offer.

After all they are just numbers...
Numbers lined up at the burial ground they live in
What they call it their homeland in its eerie silence
As silent as our indifference to the suffering that unfolds.
Spilled out like the bullets dropping
From the arms of the arms traders and economic hitmen
Entrapped in their games like we are in the daily play

After all...they are just numbers
Numbers that keep piling
Only to become a reference
Of our eventual helpless impotence...

Let us weep, weep one last time
One last time...

Yoga
11/14/2011

PS:- Bertrand Russell wrote, “The mark of a truly civilized human being is the ability to read a column of numbers and then weep,”

The moon rises on the other side of the bay

As the day melts

In the golden gleam of this city

And the reddish hues of the sky,

When the night cozies herself

In the blanket of the stars

Meditating in the long silence...

With your thoughts lapping on my heart

Like the notes of the Gnossienne,

I smile resting in peace as you shine on

Like the moonlight on these still waters.

And bathing in this moonlight I forget

That the morning is just a few hours away...

Yoga

08-18-2011

You and I

The mortified youthful dreams-

Flicker like the dim light

In these dusty lamp posts

Staring at the changing colors...

The still morning

Frozen by the overcast skies,

Like the curtness

Masking the ingenuous smiles

Seems to paint itself

As thoughts in our minds...

Let us then walk you and I

On these soft sands

Listening to the rumbling leaves

When the sun showers

Being one with the colors

As we morph into each other

When the gross boundaries cease

Like the writings on these sands

Dissolving in these waters.

We shrink - our poem grows,

The "I" wanes -

Our love blooms...

Yoga

10/11/2011

Recommended readings:

(somewhat influenced by the poems below)

http://public.wsu.edu/~wldciv/world_civ_reader/world_civ_reader_2/eliot.html

(TS Eliot's The love song of J. Alfred Prufrock)

 We shrink as our poem grows is borrowed from a poem of Tomas Transtromer - see links below

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/10/07/arts/two-poems-by-tomas-transtromer.html?scp=3&sq=transtromer&st=cse

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/10/07/arts/tomas-transtromer-an-appreciation.html?ref=arts

Dead

In the moments of creative expression

In the heart beat of the worried and the castaway,

In the glistening tears of lost love,

And in the warm blood flow of merciless murders...

In the fire about to die

Flickering in the stomachs of those

Millions of motionless bodies

And emotionless eyes,

And in the crescendo of

Their hungry sighs...

In the reddish hue of the twilight hour

During the few seconds of the vanishing horizon,

In the complexities of conflicting emotions

And in the torturous presence

Born to the union of past and future...

With every infinitesimal breath

As (my) life manifests instantaneously,

Petal by petal I lay my wreath...

Yoga

10/5/2011

The Sunset

Coloring up the sky,

Laying the golden path

And calling me silently...

The waters caress my feet

Drawing me into the presence

Of the moment intense...

A moment to weep

And a connection so deep-

How pristine, how innocent!

With the last look that lasts

As you go beyond the horizon yonder...

With a wistful optimism I wonder

If these un-reciprocating waters will ever cease

Giving me that eluding moment of peace...

Yoga

10/3/2011