you are here

things are scattered in this room
duppatta three, a graphics board
a box of papers, many books –

things are scattered in this room
duppatta three, a graphics board
a box of papers, many books –
there is no grass, there is no sky –
like a substance in my being
you are here

grains of desire – seeking, searching
calling you in such a way
the me in me exfoliating
floating in the gratitude
as this substance in my being
you are here

flat 6 B-C, in Tower C
no one knows that you live here
mother, father, sisters-in-law
brothers, niece, i meet i greet
with you hiding in my being
i am here

do you know how much i love
you – my energy my force
like a field inside my being
you are here

~ vani murarka

song of the software developer – 1

dear faceless bro of mine
i talk to you silenty
through the software
that i write

dear faceless bro of mine
i talk to you silently
through the software
that i write

i strive to reach silently
to you through the
code i write

at times i swim in one small box
a pixel high a pixel wide
and i am lost
semi lost colon lost
dark color coded screens
breaks in code
error screams

i forget

there is a human on that side
my bro my user
he gets lost
from my mind

UI UX they remind
and i rewind

why am i doing this?

to be one
with you faceless bro of mine
to be one
an interwoven world divine
to be one
with my own soul that shines

~ vani murarka

hidden

hidden desires
hidden pain –
one day they
begin to rain.

hidden desires
hidden pain –
one day they
begin to rain.
from the eye
in isolation,
one by one
in confusion.
where do i go?
and i? what do i do?
each one asks,
some silent remain.
hidden desires
hidden pain.

~ vani murarka

One Single Human Here

The suffering on this planet –
it is one single pain
What are you fighting against

one
One Single Human Here

The suffering on this planet –
it is one single pain
What are you fighting against
What are you defending against
In your homes
In your offices
In seats of governments
On the streets

Really really feel your pain
Every sliver, texture
And you shall know
There is no my pain your pain
Man, are we connected!

Out of frantic “thinking” heads
Feel
feel

Feel in your body
Feel that black ink
Feel it shifting

feel
experience it
observe it
inside

and you will find

a vast open space
and you will find

power
for you will find

pain is a sensation
pain cannot kill you
and you will find

freedom from pain
and you will find

we are one.

there is
one single human here.


trees, me and everyone

not trees, raised arms
of the earth are these
seeking blessings every day
for you and me
~ translation from original in Hindi by Marudhar Mridul

trees, me and everyone

trees7
trees4
trees9
trees8
not trees, raised arms
of the earth are these
seeking blessings every day
for you and me

not trees, open eyes
of the earth are these
clearing the path for
you and me

not trees, but the efforts
of the earth are these
scattered gems of happiness
for you and me

not trees, pictures painted
by the earth are these
friends gathered round
for you and me

not trees, gentle fans
of the earth are these
shades spread to soothe
our soul, you me

not trees, but the penance
of the earth are these
partners in our search
both you and me

not trees, but the seeds
of our being are these
believing in life
for you and me

~ by Marudhar Mridul
(original in Hindi: “ped, main aur sab”)
~ translated by Vani Murarka

eternal, beyond change

the heart is so naked in love
vulnerable through and through

eternal, beyond change

the heart is so naked in love
vulnerable through and through
that is how i came to you
that is how i come to you

every instant it is so
at your doorstep when i go
in you i place eternal trust
not as choice, and nor a must

it is simply just this way
was, will be, and is today
what i do and what i say
may not always seem this way

changing moments are not true
what remains despite – is true
all that happens is not true
what remains despite – is true

take me as i come to you
it is true that i love you
it is simply just this way
was, will be, and is today.

~ vani murarka

Photograph: The Walk to Paradise Garden 1946 by W Eugene Smith taken from http://www.masters-of-photography.com/
The Walk to Paradise Garden 1946
by W Eugene Smith
taken from http://www.masters-of-photography.com/


write such

instructions from my Self to me on how to write …

write such

write such that it may touch
the hearts of many, much
like it is their own voice.
write such that they rejoice
and feel they have a choice
to live life in the light.
to flow, and not to fight.
write gentle, yet write strong.
write your true inside song.
fly in the sky with wings
that self-expression brings.
fly with exquisite grace
o eagle! and embrace
that all-pervading force.
sing deep –
sing to your source.


coconut tree in the dark

i live under the umbrella
of a coconut tree
in the dark night
above i see …

i live under the umbrella
of a coconut tree
in the dark night
above i see
understated
refined
beauty

a shot i tried
to take for you
but the camera
did not see
what my eyes
and my heart
did see –
oh that unknown
beauty

so my love
come you too see
this spectacle
in udupi

but you must
in the dark
stand still
and also quiet be
late in the night
when everything
indeed does quiet be

then you touch
that which is
dark, rich and
velvety

the night and its
coconut tree

~ vani murarka