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Ah, la belle Paris

September 16, 2014


cascades magically as Life,
onto streets and sidewalks,
unfolding a kaleidoscope
of moments strung in quick succession, into a memento.

The journey is comfortable,
watching the Hindu Kush,
from thousands of feet high
inside the flying machine,
arriving at the hotel,
small, neat, contained.

Time spills into experiences
eager to be experienced,
to savor the City.
Funny, that past glories and deeds
of human thought and endeavor
are experienced only in the Today…
Living through
the veins and arteries
of the people, as
the Melba toast and Peach
of numerous stories…of what
happens with the who’s who…

The cobbled stones carry
the imprint of walkers who have
and contemplated.
Drunk and sober alike…
They now carry mine and
probably yours.

Oh Yes, the
Parisian air waltzes with –
opulence and chic,
churches and cathedrals,
palaces and catacombs,
politics and emperors,
bistros and tearooms,
museums and art houses,
symphonies and orchestras,
technology and inventions,
architecture and chimneys,
jazz and opera,
cinema and can-can,
lamp posts and rain,
sunsets and clouds,
trains and metro stations,
avenues and boulevards,
chinchilla and lipstick,
the trendy and the hip,
hard work and opportunity,
beauty and creative impulse,
a carousel of Life –
whirling around the Seine…

Breathing it all –
and of course, tasting
the coffee and crème brûlée,
seated on quaint little chairs, jammed together, in cafés,
facing the City.

Ah Beautiful Paris, maybe, I’ll return..
Maybe, I never left..
Soon this will be a memory,
then a single thought,
that too will vanish into the vastness,
leaving no trace at all.
Was I ever here?
Did all this happen? I will never know!

February 21st 2014
At the feet of Masters
from whom I learnt to appreciate the wonder of It everywhere.

The Jungle Jalebi

September 8, 2014


Dear Jungle Jalebi

Tears fall with you
As you fell
Last night
In winds that revved
Up a mighty squall

Your roots uprooted
From the earth
Your branches entangled
In electric wires

Bit by bit you
Are dismantled
From all that upon
Which you rest
Your weary limbs

And taken away

The cat runs up your
Huge, sloping trunk
One last time
To flex his muscles
On Nature’s post

The parrots busy
Gobbling your summer-ripened
Red fruit – so much you
Showered this year….

You enriched my life
By your presence,
Doing nothing,
And yet so much

And soon I will have
To learn to live in your

This time there is no sorrow
Only acceptance of
Nature and her forces

Yes, my friend,
I will miss you
And so will the cats
And squirrels
And birds and all
Those who came
And sat in your shade
And tasted your beauty

New Delhi
May 15th 2013

The dear, old Jungle Jalebi had probably been around for over 50 years. Our house was built around it. Like a friend that must go, it went. Funnily enough, it is still lives on…

a tree never leaves you...

a tree never leaves you…


August 11, 2014



Listen to birds
Listen to children

Listen to words spoken
Listen to that which is unspoken

Listen to open skies
Listen to clouds

Listen to falling rain
Listen to the rhythm of the universe

Listen to the space inside you
Listen to the space inside others

Listen to that which is unheard
Listen to that which is not thought of

Listen to stillness
Listen to nothing at all

Listen with attention
Listen with sincerity
Listen with love

Listen to silence

For God’s sake
Just Listen

Every one wants to be heard

Let’s live in the silence between words
Let’s abide in the silence of knowing
Let’s be the silence of it all

Rupa Anand
March 29th 2011

At the feet of the Master by whose Grace we learn to truly listen!

Poetry to Me

June 24, 2014


A movement
of images
A dance
of words
A ballet
of feelings
A kaleidoscope
of impressions
A cloudburst
of emotions
My naked
in party attire
To delight
and render
speechless sometimes
A few words written
without music
Yet in tune
and always
an offering

April 14th 2011
(By the sheer Grace of my Teachers)

Tell Me How?

May 21, 2014


Tell me how not to be pliant like a willow
When winds of deceit and subterfuge blow?

To stand correct and straight amidst
Overwhelming corruption and hate?

Tell me how to fight war and strife
With a white glove and no knife?

To cry a little more now and then
On seeing killing, riots and mayhem?

Tell me how to tolerate and bear
The mindless destruction of Life everywhere?

How to feel a wrenching pain
As hunters shoot down for profit and gain?

Tell me how not to turn my face away
From gnawing poverty and hunger every day?

Tell me how to experience the same
Of those tortured and maimed?

Tell me how to be a lotus in the lagoon
Despite muddy waters, in full bloom?

Tell me how to revere and hold sublime
All Life in its variety Divine?

Tell me how, O Sage, to pray,
Bringing Compassion, Awareness and Oneness
Into our lives each day?

Feb 15th 2011
Written after the riots and chaos in Egypt, January 2011 and the multitude of scams breaking out in India.
Yet it seems perennially valid ….

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