I have won all the awards in the world.

All is done.

All is done.

The turtle sings and the birds swim.

The fish fly and the dragonflies crawl.

Go deep down inside.

To the coolest darkest quietest place.

Where no ripple nor wind touches you.

Where all the awards are won.


Here is there and there is everywhere

I am swimming in a waterless sea

Of perfect vibration


Small remembrances and hurts

Shrinking into the ether

Silenced forever

Resting in stillness. Watching pigeons in flight. Listening to the melodies of the sensuous ocean waves. Bobbing wooden boats carry curious explorers into the Arabian Sea. There is such heightened poetry in these pregnant monsoon skies !

Photo Courtesy: Kamakshi Kaarthikeyan

Because of your love

I have lost my sobriety

I am intoxicated

by the madness of love

In this fog

I have become stranger to myself

I’m so drunk

I’ve lost the way to my house

In the garden

I see only your face

From trees and blossoms

I inhale only your fragrance

Drunk with the ecstasy of love

I can no longer tell the difference

between drunkard and drink

Between lover and beloved

{Poem by Rumi, 13th century, Persian poet & Sufi mystic}

At the doorway into our home, in the slanting, cool, morning light, she lures me and halts me in my footsteps with her delicate, ivory beauty. Bending down to kiss her soft petals with the tip of my nose, I leisurely inhale her sweet perfume.

At twilight, I step out into our garden, and glance back at her. Her tender petals are wilting with the fading evening light. I sit next to her in sisterhood, observing her frailty. Her fragrance grows stronger, as she surrenders to her dying.