Things we break, as we age!

Age that was, that is and that will be! (PC: Myself!)

There was an age

                       When I broke toys, bulbs,

                           And my own teeth and toes.

With time they

                           Either did not matter, got 

                        Repaired or grew back!

This is an age

                             When I break trust, promises

                              And hearts - mine and theirs.

With time they

                    May give up, go numb

                      Or some may heal back!

Will there be an age

                             When I cannot break anything

                        But for my own illusions?

And with time they

                       Too might grow indifferent

                       And not bother to get back!

Happiness experienced, unlike defined!

          

        There is an old Zen proverb which says "Better an inch of practice than a foot of preaching."  In fact, Zen claims that the original teaching of the Buddha emphasized practice of meditation over rituals and theoretical concepts.

       As I battle the relevance of practice over theory, I discovered Zen masters at home! Here is what they chose to teach me -

Her hands and mine!

PC: Mrignayanee

In her hands, I learnt to

Make my way through the world.

In my hands, she trusts to

Explore what lies beyond her world!

Withering leaves of time

Picture Credit: Myself!

On withering leaves of time

Our futile efforts to sculpt our name!

Do we plead that we are naive

Or count it among our crime?

(ಉದುರುತ್ತಿರುವ ಕಾಲದ ಎಲೆಗಳ ಮೇಲೆ 

ನಮ್ಮ ಹೆಸರು ಕೆತ್ತುವ ಹುಚ್ಚು ಆರ್ಭಟ! 

ನಾವು ಮುಗ್ಧರು, ತಿಳಿಯಲಿಲ್ಲ ಎನ್ನೋಣವೇ 

ಅಥವಾ ನಮ್ಮ ಅಪರಾಧಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಎಣಿಸೋಣವೇ?)

A step and a leap!!

To my mom,

What have been small steps to me,

Have always been giant leaps to her!

PC: Myself

Captured at the HortPark, Singapore