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 -

Corridors of spring

PC: Myself

 

In the corridors of spring

         Breeze kisses leaves

             Breaks the tender twigs

              And they all fall in love!

The world springs to life

           In the dance of the fall

                  In the melody of the breeze

                In the poetry of the rustle!

As nature puts us to shame

                       What chance do we mortals have

                      But to admire, emulate and love

                                  With shattered pride, gathered humility!

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?)

Chaos and calmness

Painting by Mrignaynee

I wonder if the only way 

Is to embrace the chaos 

And drown deep into it. 

Trust the ocean to finally 

Wash me off onto the 

Shore of infinite calmness. 

Only to realize later that the

Calmness is not of the shore, 

But of the scars chaos forged.

Colourblind in a black and white world!

Dhriti, around her second birthday

In a world of 

Black and white 

I was afraid if I was 

Colourblind, for 

All that I saw was 

Shades of grey. 

With you coming 

Into the world, I 

Cherish my blindness; 

As you flood me 

In an ocean of 

Infinite colours!

ಹಕ್ಕಿಯಂತೆ ಹಾರುತಿರುವೆ!

ಚಿತ್ರ ಕೃಪೆ: ಸ್ವತಃ

ಹಕ್ಕಿಯಂತೆ ಹಾರುತಿರುವೆ!

ಎಲ್ಲಿಗೆಂದು ಅರಿಯೆ ನಾ. 

ಒಮ್ಮೊಮ್ಮೆ ಆಲೋಚಿಸಿದೊಡೆ ಅನಿಸುವುದು 

ಹಾರಬಲ್ಲೆನೆಂಬ ಕಾರಣಕ್ಕೇ ಹಾರುತಿರುವೆನಾ ನಾ? 

ಅನ್ವೇಷಣೆ ಅರ್ಥ ಕಳೆದುಕೊಳ್ಳುವುದೇ, ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆ ಅಸ್ತಿತ್ವ ಕಳೆದುಕೊಂಡಾಗ!? 

(I keep flying, 

I know not to where. 

Sometimes I wonder 

If I am flying just because I can, 

And if the seeking ceases when the question does!)