Forgotten in a dream

Had forgotten whom I was looking for
a sea of swarming faces,
many familiar, smiling, consorting
befuddled me

I had known them years ago,
some more others less so

now they borrowed my memory away
from the one I was looking for

then came a friendly face
we engaged in a delightful fare
warmth flowed and laughter too

by the end I still did not know
whom I was looking for.

Stirrings of spring up North

The ripples quivered in joy,

as the wind  swam across the river

The black mass above cracked

letting the waning light through,

casting gleaming patches on the water below,

filtering through the leafless branches ashore,

over the rain washed bench,

across the orphaned railway line

and onto the little wooden houses along the bank

framing their pretty colored rooftops

Red, blue, pink and yellow.

A few days hence there will be a dusk no more

only a perpetual light and a kingdom of life dying to come alive.

बात मैं गहराई है

 "That which needs to be refined is my own mind”.

Ramana Maharishi