I call it a dialogue. I call it meditation. I call it selfless love. I call it a trip. A much-needed break from a material existence. I chant. I offer flowers. And fruits. And sweets. I light lamps. I decorate You with sandalwood and kumkum. I line up incense sticks. I sing. I smile. I […]
You haven’t seen love yet, Because just like Yashoda looking into the mouth of baby Krishna — you wouldn’t be able to take it. It’s that large, that deep, that bright, that unworldly. And to reach it’s epicentre of blinding brightness, You will have to cross oceans of darkness. Of unbearable agony. Of blinding illusions. […]
Can you barricade a broken tree? Can you flower a leafless branch? Maybe you can warm a frozen soul– But never bring back the spring, lost once.
Broken boats poke, A hungry yellow fish guffaws, Water flows by — calmly watching, Plastic it says: Plastic. Don’t you know it’s all plastic– Your mind, your soul, your eyes… #chitrangadamukherjee
I’ve been posting my thoughts on facebook (which did a get a lot of love from you) for a while so I thought it will be a good idea to put it all together in one place. Maybe you could use them too for a write-up. So here goes… Pardon the haphazard arrangement. […]