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What do you see?

Misplacing things habitually,
making faux passes in public,
and then tripping on things,
that lie right in front of me!

I fidget with new things,
store old trash,
cling on to my past and
refuse to see beyond today!

I always wondered what you saw in this piece of imperfection,
that constantly drives the boundaries of sanity to the wall
and makes every simple deed a case of psychosis!

I didn’t make all the right choices, I never have
I even flirted outright in front of u!

I tried out crazy things
demanded more from my body and mind
and bought those tired bones back home everyday!

I delved deep in the dark water of depression and
then swung out with gusto and flew with the winds of ecstasy!
Asking you to wait at every turn.

I threw tantrums, demanding undivided attention,
Swinging from one mood to the other
and letting my compulsive disorders rule the decisions I made.

I have baggage
and I carry it with me on many a great evenings,
the weight of which you bear many a times.

The madness, the energy, the absentmindedness,
Can love never be easy?

For as Rumi says:

Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absentminded. 

Someone sober will worry about things going badly.

 Let the lover be.

After finding a book of poems by Piyush Mishra, I want to post more of his work on the blog.

A small snippet only this time:


Woh kaam bhala kya kaam hua
jis main dil roh jaye

Aur woh ishq bhala kya ishq hua
joh aasani se ho jaye.


What of that work
that would make your heart cry

And what of that love
that would happen just so easily.




The madman, his eyes gleaming and bloodshot, his muscles tense, sweat streaming down his face drives into the crowd. This haunting image is seen on screens, hundreds and hundreds of miles away almost instantly.

Misery is not just surrounding us, it reaches us instantly on our screens through news channels, apps and alerts.

Closer home, I walk into a room made cozy with warm lights, burning incense sticks and soft Sufi songs playing in background. It is Sunday evening meeting of like-mined people who want to listen to the words of Rumi.

As I find a spot in the corner of the room, my eyes wander to the crowd gathered there. I started absorbing the faces, the colors, some smiles I return, some eyes I avert.

Just as we all wait for it to start I realize that among the 50 odd people gathered in that room, 47 of them are between 20 and 35 years of age. The logical mind says that the event was publicized on FB, and isn’t that the demographic that uses the social media more prominently.

The less skeptical part of the mind wants to believe in the power of the many souls gathered in that room, seeking wisdom from an ancient mystic, poet and philosopher. And comes to the conclusion that as we move more into the fast paced future, the more will we  move inward, looking and searching for answers as we engage with new questions and toy with deeper ideas.


A Touchstone: used to test the purity of gold and silver by the streak left on the stone when rubbed by the metal.
It is a term also used when referring to something that is used to make judgments about the quality of other things.

During our quest, when seeking answers, we are looking for our touchstone, for the wisdom imparted by teachers, mentors, confidantes and guides.

I find comfort in the thought that for every stone that has slipped through the cracks while looking for answers and found his touchstone in religious fanaticism, radical ideologies or violent dogmatism, are many other, like those 47 others in that room, around the world who choose to look for words of inspiration, drawn towards all-encompassing love, and a touchstone in the words of old masters, like Rumi.

In His words, this weeks poem.

The Quest for Reality

from The Masnavi Book II

Everyone seeks joy in this world,

And on account of the hope comes fire.
The old and the young are ever gold seekers,
And they know not the difference,

the gold from the tin,

for the common of the heart cannot see so well,
The good from the bad, the cheap from the pure.

If you have your own touchstone,

then all will be well,

But those who have none should seek one who does,
Seek one who knows the difference,
All others will lead you astray.
Don’t follow cry of riches to be,
Don’t trek to the spot where the promise is made,
For there all you’ll find

are the wolves and the lions,

And the day will be spent,

life lost, and the road far off.

Find the Work of your Life, and the Worker too,
For both exist as one—-this is you.
Discover vocation, creation

and joy will come like clairvoyance,

When blindness is gone before.