Star of Mysore Article by Dr Bhagirath. S. N. on H. Y. Sharada Prasad

Star of Mysore Article by Dr Bhagirath. S. N. on H. Y. Sharada Prasad

My Table Lamp

My Table Lamp 

The warm glow of my table lamp
tends to dispel the shadows
of darkness, of sadness, of emotions damp
knotted in my forehead are burrows & deep furrows
they speak of afflictions & affectations
sadly not of relationships of affection
confounded is our sense of purpose
to aim hither and tither, wandering
without subversion, without perversion
we are but blind bats aimlessly meandering

To pen thoughts on paper,
they must first flow from places far deeper
solitude it seems is not always blissful
to harbour love, to harbour affection, we must be its keeper
Joy without reason, laughter out of season
Our glances betray far more than they hide
nay they may even lay bare our pride

The table lamp is now reflecting off thy mirror
imperceptible, indistinguishable is the reflection
which is the source, which the reflection
all far too confounding, all too perplexing

Now, the darkness envelopes us all once more 
Nay, the night is upon us
all the blood, all the gore
our conscience is our light, our ray of hope
for without it, we are but on a slippery slope
the table lamp is off now, no light streams forth
the words on my paper are not to be seen
the reflection in thy mirror is not to be found
but darkness it seems is slowly paving way
for a new life, a new sound
and that my friend is thy planet turning around. 

©Dr S. N. Bhagirath, 2016. 

Star of Mysore Article by Dr Bhagirath. S. N. on T. V. Venkatachala Sastry

Star of Mysore Article by Dr Bhagirath. S. N. on T. V. Venkatachala Sastry

Star of Mysore Article by Dr Bhagirath. S. N. on M. Shadakshara Swamy

Star of Mysore Article by Dr Bhagirath. S. N. on M. Shadakshara Swamy (27 June, 2016)

Star of Mysore Article by Dr Bhagirath. S. N. on Sir Brijendranath Seal

Star of Mysore Article by Dr Bhagirath. S. N. on Sir Brijendranath Seal

Star of Mysore Article by Dr Bhagirath. S. N. on Y. G. Krishnamurti

Star of Mysore Article by Dr Bhagirath. S. N. on Dr S. Srikanta Sastri

To Read the article, Click Here.

Of hearts and minds...

Dust settles, smoke clears, cloud lifts
only to reveal that which you desired for so long
that memory, that distant recollection, that yearning
happiness, it brings is without equal, a song
that sings in your mind, over and over again, burning
a nostalgic sight, an unforgettable sound, soul longs
for things hidden, things revealed ever so partly,
ever so endearingly, ever so slowly,
to tease, to tease and to more tease
racing emotions and surging feelings
cant but be controlled, nay doused
they spring forth as a smile here and giggle there
the more they are subdued, the more gloriously they appear
only to disappear as fast, as fast as they were born
a joy, what a joy, it is being, just being
smiling, laughing, yearning, crying and fearing
a sense, a notion, a perception that we can
feel through our hearts deeply searing
etched in time, etched in flesh
for eternity, an indelible watermark
on the very pages on which you wrote your symphony
of the inimitable company, of the immutable joy
that bestowed upon me like a manna from the heavens
the whys, whos and hows of life need never be answered
accept them, reject them, they are as they are
for in their unchanging demeanour lies the essence of existence
an existence that is both enriched, cherished and fostered
strangers in the midst of a sea of humanity
and yet strangely not too strange to each other
every dimple, every twinkle, every giggle
is not without a reflection of that which lurks,
beneath, beneath an ocean of human emotion
plucked strings, like they resonate forth
the drums they beat in the background
and yet the heart races, paces and faces
all that which life so readily embraces
these words and more stream forth 
so readily, so without reason, so out of season
like the unexpected rain showers which 
drip down my cheek, masking my tears
the sands of time have not but forgotten
the scars that were left upon our souls
nay, they have not forgotten the odious joys 
bestowed without prayer, without praise
And we are here back again, yet again
not to reason, not to understand, not to fathom
but to live, to live and just to live
for to live is life, life is to live
the very spirit that informs your being
speaks to you in words that can't be heard
those that cant be written, only understood
our hearts leap with joy, sullen and dulled
all at once in ecstasy, all in happiness
endless, ceaseless, without a bottom
an abyss of human emotion, wilting forth, often springing forth
confused, life is; perplexed love is; bewildered existence is
and yet so endearing life, love and existence is
Nay, I am not done, I am not finished
only a chapter of my heart, a page of my mind, 
have you read, have you glanced
there is more, much much more
for this abyss is far far deeper than all of your yore. 

© Dr S. N. Bhagirath 2016