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

evaluate not your life

evaluate not
your life,
per perceived norms.
there are many stories
you know not …

evaluate not
your life,
per perceived norms.
there are many stories
you know not.

no scale is there
to measure
your life against.
a wild flower
as many in the unseen woods,
or unique –
what you are,
you know not.
it matters not.

evaluate not, your life.
embrace it.
it is yours.
yours truly.

~ vani murarka

to my family

The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other’s life. ~ Richard Bach

gratitude overflows
from my eyes
unspoken

take me to your feet
that i may …

The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other’s life. ~ Richard Bach

gratitude overflows
from my eyes
unspoken

take me to your feet
that i may
speak to you,
unspoken

far from you
my heart lies,
sorrowful
and broken

yet with me, you are
you say
every moment,
unbroken

in the sorrow in the joy
my friend you are
my family

and the truth
in my heart
remains unspoken
untaken

yet you know, and i know
and we reach
across to us

and the bond that seemed
unknown,
sown again,
unbroken

~ vani murarka

fallen warrior of relationships

meet the world then
shining again –
grand warrior of
relationships,
love sword hanging
from the hip.
arrows of kindness
and compassion,
shield of detachment …

he said this and she said that –
many forms of verbal attack.

all i want to know is –
how to dodge?
to hit back? no.
take the slap? no.
all i want to know
is how to dodge?

to dance and dodge
to skip and dodge
to laugh and dodge
all i want to know is
how to dodge?

and what of arrows
lodged inside
deep in the past?
how do i pull out n cast
them all aside?
not fester ignorant into
blisters that erupt suddenly
burn me n friends n family …

bent no more,
not even sore,
meet the world then
shining again –
grand warrior of
relationships,
love sword hanging
from the hip.
arrows of kindness
and compassion,
shield of detachment …

but all these are
just ideals now.
a battered self
i am right now.
in defense i shout,
return attack.
or silently pout,
internal whack.

yet where to head out,
i now do know.
but reach there how?
i do not know.
many pointers the
teachers show.

i will try a few
something will ensue.
to a new land now i go –
for no one and to
nothing show.

only that i may
meet you anew,
my bond with you
i may renew.

as i find me
i shall find thee,
this is not simply
a theory.

as truth i sense this
in my heart –
so stand again,
again i start.

~ vani murarka

jigsaw

crossword, scrabble, or sudoku?
no, those i do not like to do.
a jigsaw that my heart does woo
oh that is what i love to do.

jigsaws they speak to me of life,
each piece of life a joy or strife.
each thought each moment and each act
they come together so intact.

crossword, scrabble, or sudoku?
no, those i do not like to do.
a jigsaw that my heart does woo
oh that is what i love to do.

the “bond of union”, black and white
is m. c. escher’s art, that’s right.
a 1000 pieces, years ago
i put together zactly so.

MC Escher - Bond of Union

its only black and white and grey
exciting challenge i must say!
to do jigsaws why i so love
revealed to me a loving dove –

interconnectedness of things
to me that is fascinating.
that law of physics fits i see
to change in any entity.

a person or a company
or country or the society.
software design is similar
to oil painting, i do figure.

mathematics, geography
they all give clues how life to see.
patterns and similarity
that is what i so love to see.

just now the feeling that i felt
is same as what i then had felt –
then that becomes a clue for me,
that’s how i do research. that’s me.

jigsaw

jigsaw

so yet another jigsaw came
peaceful, serene, indigo dame.
her beauty did speak to me of
my inner-beauty. no show-off.

grace and peace in her expression
image of my aspiration.
her silken robes reminded me
of mumma’s winter silk saree.

as i put pieces together
honored me also my mother.
but more than that it honored Her.
this painting through and through is Her.

the more the jigsaw time i spent
closer to Her i truly felt.
Her grace, compassion, confidence
rising from chaos in guidance.

jigsaw

i did this jigsaw differently.
reference picture i did not see
for clue where a piece may belong.
hence ecstasy even more strong.

an intimacy with the art
and with Her glowed inside my heart.
the rapture that music can bring
is possible from a painting!

when you do touch its every line
each subtle shade and color fine.
a bow to the unknown artist
to weave something so exquisite.

jigsaw signature

jigsaws they speak to me of life,
each piece of life a joy or strife.
each thought each moment and each act
they come together so intact.

observe each piece so minutely
see the texture, shade, line do see.
observing tells intuitively
where from that piece did come to be.

the parts we work on separately
they join others ultimately.
an integrated being must see
the parts with whole in synergy.

personal, professional and hobby
relations, health, all else there be
they merge together seamlessly –
oh see them not as separately.

reference picture we cannot see
yet faith can guide us easily.
He, She, with Love make our jigsaw –
see silently, oh see with awe.

~ vani murarka

jigsaw

some feeling, some faith

i am young, i am old
i am new, fresh, untold.
i am wise, i am naive
it is on faith, that i thrive

i am young, i am old
i am new, fresh, untold.
i am wise, i am naive
it is on faith, that i thrive.

when it seems i am tormented
actually i am fermented.
for my sake? i do not know –
to be a channel pure, i know.

may each pain enable me
to shed my skins with thankful glee.
through my changing forms i go –
changeless, eternal, me to know.

~ vani murarka

to be me

i wish to be a butterfly.

i wish to ride the bare back horse
on vast and open greens –
wind blowing in my hair.

i wish the crackling fire beside,
below night sky –
a distant drum in the air.

i wish to be a butterfly.

i wish to ride the bare back horse
on vast and open greens –
wind blowing in my hair.

i wish the crackling fire beside,
below night sky –
a distant drum in the air.

the shimmering water of the stream
the silent singing night
the shadows of the trees alive
now that the trees sleep tight

i wish to touch.
yes the true touch.
hesitant, but
not very much.

the mud, the earth,
the bark, the skin,
the ripples, and the glow.
Her surface varied such!

the touch that tells
of inside spells –
a song hidden
under the skin.

i wish to smell
Her inside smell –
where i do find
that i do dwell.

to tribal be
to animal be
in earth rejoice –
to simply be.

i wish …

~ vani murarka

song of evening solitude

under the flame of the forest
silent and empty i wait.

unfathomed hues
and deepest blues
do touch the sky
and glide on by.

under the flame of the forest
silent and empty i wait.

unfathomed hues
and deepest blues
do touch the sky
and glide on by.

and i just listen
to them glisten.

my heart they strum
no beat no drum
no song no hum
just simply mum.

i dont touch them
they touch not me.
i am in glee
with my friend tree.

~ vani murarka

My Friend Tree

বিনয় (humbleness)

a learned philosopher once came to town
the town-folk ran for some knowledge to own

বিজ্ঞ দার্শনিক এক আইল নগরে,
ছুটিল নগরবাসী জ্ঞান – লাভ – তরে;
সুন্দর – গভীর – মূর্তি, শান্ত – দর্শন
হেরি’ সবে ভক্তি – ভরে বন্দিল চরন |

সবে কহে, “শুনি তুমি জ্ঞানী অতিশয়,
দু’ একটি তত্ত্ব – কথা কহ মহাশয় |”
দার্শনিক বলে, “ভাই, কেন বল জ্ঞানী?
‘কিছু যে জানি না’ আমি এই মাত্র জানি|”

– কবি অজানা (anonymous)

a learned philosopher once came to town
the town-folk ran for some knowledge to own
handsome and quiet form, peaceful face –
with devotion all there his feet embrace.

they say “we hear, you have wisdom profound.
a few deep matters for us expound.”
philosopher says, “friend, why say wise?
‘nothing do i know’, that is all i cognize.”

– translation by vani murarka