Fallen Tree

Everyday, I would see it.

Sometimes amazed by it’s structure,  I would gaze at it intently for minutes and at other times, I would just pass by.

I had formed a strange connection with it. I rejoiced when leaves grew on it. I was mesmerized by its beauty even when it didn’t have a single leaf on it.


It was the loudest downpour

I ever heard

It was not water from the heaven above

But it was the roots 

that had loosened their grip 

It was the fall of the Tree

My eyes were moist. I went to see the tree. Touched its trunk and the branches. Also, touched the soft threads of the broken wood.

It was blissful to be in the moment with the tree. I could feel the moment.

Thanks you for teaching a lot, Tree !


Love and Joy and Bliss always…!

My Path


I  have seen many lanes 

of all sizes and shapes

being walked on by others

But this path

has been chalked out for me

At the sides of the path

seeds have been sown for me

And plants that are born out of it

comprehend my steps

 And whisper my thoughts to the wind

Wind is my prayer that manifests everything

I no longer find path of any one else alluring

or intimidating

I am happy just walking on my path

Because the soil, the seeds,the plants and the wind

Speak of the life in me so profoundly 

Which no other path could have expressed better

Walking on this path is my calling !












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