How Time Flows

(This one is for my friend M. whom I first met in 1994. I wrote several poems for her. Recently she asked me to write one for her. Here it is, more in the then and now.)

A dancing brook

Sang its way

Out of wilderness

And into a lake

Of lotuses.

The river flowed

Majestically

Bringing life

To parched lands

And now floats

Serenely in the

Vast blue ocean

Enjoying ripples,

Waves and storms.

The dance and the majesty

Now mergeInto the magic of existence

The river of my flow

Image by atanuchanda, source: www.trekearth.com
Sunset on Jamuna

(This poem is written for my friend G. who reconnected after several years)

Standing on

The bank

Of the mysterious

Jamuna

years ago

I saw

In the dark waters:

A sensual flow

Over the mud of passions.

Possessed, I followed

its course

until it vanished

like Sarasvati

in the womb of the

mother earth.

Now as a

breeze from

a distant past

strokes my grey hair

gently in the

evening

I hear the gush of

the Ganga:

Clear waters

Attracting prayers.

The mysteries?

Aren't they reborn too?