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Paragons

The formless one  Takes up a form,  As Shiva or Sakthi, Vishnu or Lakshmi, A lifetime insufficient To behold the finesses of Krishna,  Or seek out the kindness of Kali  To realize this one god- As we are ignorant to realize-  Isn’t god a truth with many faces:  So why don’t we try to see- The divine light of the Prophet: Or try to experience – The endless mercy of Christ: And try to know the calmness of mind -  From the monks of Buddha: Why do we turn a blind eye to our Masters?  Who are “devotion” in human form, They explain to us - That sufi verses or carols or bhajans: All ask to bow down, Lay down v ulnerable so that – We are bestowed a truth.
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Hypatia

Crusading a cause,  Inquiring a reason;  As she treads upon- On the path of the unknown:  She strikes up resentments,  Boils up vengeance, With followers none; But disbelievers crowding,  She faces the wrath, Of misguided religion:  Losing her life, She remains but a voice, The voice of the forgotten few,  Who echo with time- To bring light to vision. wiki/Hypatia
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WTF

Whatever happened to the burning questions? The anger at the injust system... Arguments and debates: Empathy for the forgotten, So long to all the above. (that's what life seems like, right now as I have blended more and more... with my choices which are my responsibilities; Towards so many, who are my priority.)
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On your feet.....

Clapping your hands, Shrieking with joy, Those were the loudest sounds- I heard in a while.... Made me recall the silence that prevailed; When i first held you, "Time flies"......they said.... Now, I too agree!
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My hobby

Hidden by layers of books, Beneath the shelves, Lay a forgotten hobby of mine- As I blow out the dusty cover, Preserved are the strings of joy; Reminding me of a forgotten promise- The promise to pursue this hobby!
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The uncommon yet common 'She' - I

People generally assume that life begins earlier in villages, and not in their urban counterparts. Sadly mistaken are these assumptions as the downtrodden face strains wherever they decide to eke out a living..... As early as 3.00 am She awakens and wakes up her adolescent daughter to join the other women dwellers in the make-shift pavement colony to use the public toilet at the end of the road. She however realizes this is to be a luxury as many other women, unable to afford the amount Rs.2/day have to wake up earlier to finish their nature's call under the night of the morning sky, in the open. Having slept just 2-3 hours earlier does not make any exception to the situation. Finishing the business She and the other women troop back and resourcefully manage a meal for the day. Setting aside a little for morning they along with the men folk start out to their construction-work job sites located at the other end of the city!
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