In Search of Equanimity
By Dr Swati A Gadgil
Ego, I go, You go, Everything goes!
Everything is a Spiritual Waste
If no comprehension, only haste,
Unless you seriously want to conquest
First put your Equanimity to test,
Else Invariably you will suffer,
a debacle in your quest,
Anger, Hurt, Love and Passion
feel bliss Only in Moderation,
Going overboard certainly is pain,
like a burnt cracker it will rain,
soot and dust and papers burnt
Sunrise and Sunset on the hunt,
ups and downs, north and south,
poles apart but cohesive and couth….
Being Wary of Each Moment, Every Emotion
and spontaneous Thoughtless Reaction,
will guide you through…
no maze no craze,
only amaze at the tranquil fields,
growing peace and delight
flooding light, blanket of rays,
shooting from the Sun, to burn your Sins!
And as it evaporates your ego, remember always,
E-go, I go, You go, Everything goes!
© Dr Swati A Gadgil, All Rights Reserved.

Those were the golden days

When  my mother,  fondly  plaited  my hair

Standing behind me, while  the appetizing aroma of puri and chhole

 Wafted in the fresh morning air.

She would rush out of  the kitchen  holding a steel lunch  box,

 tucking it in my satchel , she headed towards the dressing table

Where I waited for her to  braid my  plaits, two smooth and immaculate,

Which didn’t suite  my taste yet had to  abide by a schoolgirl’s trait.

Smoothening  my hair, she would religiously advice with a distinctive flair

Of  how crucial was teenage  when one should  prepare to sit  for GATE

Keeping at bay, all insane thoughts of fashion and mate.

And when I fidgeted, with the slightest prod of the comb would warn me of getting late.

I  would absorb  the morning sun that  smiled through the curtains ,

Exuding  the perfect   amount of warmth and freshness,

and occasionally the mirror would reflect her  anxiety  behind her calmness,

As she braided blessings to ward off  evil eyes.

Those were the nights when she oiled my hair

Massaging in the wisdom of life that she wanted me to take care.

Combing away my fears, she enunciated the importance of nourishing the    roots,

Be it of the wavy mass on the head or a noble adulthood.

I would initially rebel at  being  made to sit still,

Then feeling  love  radiate from of her gentle fingers to my scalp ,

 I would give in, secretly  enjoying  the massage,

A pain, imagining  a world  without her one day, would then  implode    my heart.

Note: Puri – an Indian bread made by deep frying

Chhole – an Indian spicy dish made by chick peas.

GATE _ General Aptitude Test in Engineering.

In the raw wind of a new world
Awakens the trumpet of a prophecy
Fled is that music – do I wake or sleep ?
Was it a vision , or a waking dream ?

Beautiful dreamer ! Wake unto me
For I on honey dew have fed
And drunk the milk of Paradise

Dear Lady ! Friend devoutest of my choice !
Thus may thou ever , evermore rejoice !

And still she slept an azure- lidded sleep

( ASA )

The tears brimmed
at the brink of my eyes,
Drenching my cheeks to seek your love,
Rolling to clink the cravings
to not to leave me alone,
In the deserts of my heart,
you are the drizzle of the meadows
Your musings are with the glints
And the stars twinkle your dreams
Be with me,
when the solace too will fade in woods
Share the beats of your heart,
when the dearth is curbing my veins
when the clocks will favour my foes,
My skin, when painted by the wounds
Don’t you conceal your love as smoke,
Don’t you blink from my fall
My lips may shiver to say
but, try to read the utters
visible in my eyes,
agonies may shatter my heart
Wait for a smile to enhance my face
I wish you to witness
the sharp edges, slitting my throat,
I wish you to witness my oozing
nourishing the soil of my land
I may be shackled by the cruel,
I may be shrilling for the peace
But, You have to wait for my verve
You have to wait for my rise.

Food nourishes body,

Allow to grow and shine,

Love embellishes soul,

Allow to glitter and dazzle.

Love is only a way to defrost soul,

To revive true existence,

To understand the universe,

To adorn true self paradisiacally.

Love is a way to towards divinity,

A journey of singleness to wholeness,

A path of selfishness to kindness,

A path of cruelty to compassion.

©Asha Roy

New Delhi, India

13 January 2021 

I keep on writing of it
As if, by doing so,
It would bring it back

I keep on musing of it
Even if the end result
Was that my heart
Got broken into millions
Of irrecuperable pieces!

And if the world shall shame me
For doing so,
If the world shall rebuke me
For doing so,
Then shall I say to it
That I am made of mystical love
And life,
As you know it,
Based on mundane physical grounds
Is not for me!

I shall also say to it
That since it is made of variety
It should be able to understand
The difference that is in me
Since,
All children are unique
And have in them,
An original version
Of that which God made them be!

Why,
I can help it not
I shall keep writing of it
Even if it is now,
Fumes and vapour
Dissipated into thin air
Meant to be forgotten
And to be left,
Somewhere,
In the warmth of the past!

Still,
I shall cling not to it
For love,
When true, allows the beloved
To thrive as he would want
And if loving him
Requires the acceptance
Of his indifference for my feelings,
Then,
So be it!

The world is made of diversity and in it
We are to find unity!

The world itself is layered
Its living species varying
From starfishes to buffalos, yet,
It gives all of them
Their due depending upon
What their system needs without ever
Thinking that one species needs lesser
Than another one!

Similarly, it differentiates not
Between humans, giving them
Adaptation facilities depending upon
Where they live and how they need
To struggle for their own survival!

So, we, as elevated conscious beings,
Are to learn this lesson
From the world itself
And we are to behave
As it does
As only there where there are
Feelings of brotherhood and acceptance
Shall we be able to move on
And adjust to the growing hostility
Thrust upon the world by the
Keepers of evil shadows!

Sakha when almost everyone burns everyone else alive
And soaks in the smoke
How
How do I blame you for the violence called life?

When last night you didn’t find the spark
How do I blame you
For digging deeper and deeper for the light?
Instead you found blood
That doesn’t burn
And how do I blame you for wanting to get away
And making that U turn?

In the red flood
Many dreams disappeared
Many woes did too
In the end everything works out
I hope it does for you

A LOOK AT LIFE-70
BY-SMRUTI RANJAN MOHANTY
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INNER ME

Other than you and your world
There is another world
Which is exclusively mine
Where I love to live in my own way
With my dreams and fancies.
The ‘only me’ comes out
To live my passed away life
I dance under the limitless sky
Talk to myself
Weave thousands of dreams
Give my unfulfilled desires and wishes
Wings to fly
When all relationships end
A special relationship develops
With the inner me
With whom I talk and share my feelings,
Hidden and unexpressed.

Smruti Ranjan Mohanty©2019

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Girlhood is a gift, the intellectual phase of a woman’s life,

Unencumbered by societal expectations or strife.

So, never lose that sparkle in your eyes,

The charm that makes girlhood sweetest.

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Pursue any curiosity from the mysteries of flying kites

To the meaning of infinity, welcome your future with all your might.

For your untapped resources, dream, make it a hit.

Try to reach for the stars, go beyond the sky’s limit.

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Seek for your guiding light

Through this maze of life, find light

To start living a life infused with joy

Fun and excitement, not like a toy.

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Dive into your creativity.

Give your self-expression positivity.

Live in the light of integrity

Be a winner with veracity!

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Be the sovereign of your empire

While running life’s continuous race.

Ever and anon breathe into it freshness,

To be away from lethargy or restlessness.

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Nay, bring freshness physically,

To release new vigour constantly.

And to boost yourself mentally,

By resorting to stimulating activity.

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Get deeper into the beautiful essence of life, to avoid sorrow,

To become the valiant, determined woman of tomorrow,

Be the dreamer, the fighter, stimulate your stamina, 

And enhance your persona.

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So then, you will be like the Northern star,

Always sparkling, easily detected even from afar. 

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©Pushmaotee Subrun