Ode to Smriti She does not do fancy titles, You'll never see her on TV But she is an igniter of fires Who taught me To burn despair and desire On a pyre Of my own design And as mortar and bricks Of the walls that I had built Cemeted with ego and prejudice Tumbled … Continue reading Heartfulness Fellowship – A Graduation
Category: Poems
Slán / Go Safely
Deirtear Níl aon tinteán mar do thinteán féin Ach b'fhéidir Nach leat an tinteán sin Ach gurb as an tinteán sin thú Bhí an talamh ann romhat Agus a bheidh ann i do dhiaidh Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Deirtear Tír gan teanga, tír gan anam Ach b'fhéidir Ba chóir dúinn cur síos a … Continue reading Slán / Go Safely
I am an Ocean
The ocean Does not let The pinpricks of rain droplets Disturb its depth
Escape
Take me to somewhere I have never been before Where nature reigns supreme Where the imprints of footprints fade to dust Every night when the clock strikes thirteen Take me to somewhere where I can be free From the trappings we have set for ourselves Lurking in the unconscious undergrowth Catching hold of our … Continue reading Escape
Journey
What do we do with our past selves? I face them and try them on for size One, is fitting a little too tightly The other, the colour no longer suits me The third, is too heavy to carry me to where I need to go The many skins I have shed Have left me … Continue reading Journey
This too, shall pass – A Poem
A storm came today It started deep below the belly And thunderclouds, pregnant and heavy Bloomed and blossomed like mushrooms Nuclear warheads incendiary And the lightning Sizzled and ripped through Arteries and capillaries Electrifying pillars of flesh and blood red I am Zeus with my lightning bolt Fear my wrath I will strike thee … Continue reading This too, shall pass – A Poem
Finding Soul in Satkhol
As part of the fellowship program, we were treated to a week’s retreat in the Satkhol Ashram. And so, fellows from around the country converged through trains and planes and automobiles, to wind our way up to the ashram, nestled in the hills of Uttarakhand. It seems that ashrams, like all good superheroes, are not … Continue reading Finding Soul in Satkhol
Kay O' Neill 