Being a mother

Being a mother is weary
There are times when I get lost in me and mine
But when I do wake up
I find my children turned into monkeys
Long nails, long hairs, unwashed and unraveled
I do wake up and tell myself,
Let’s stay awake till they grow up.

Being a mother is to know your own short-coming
you watch your children turning into you
a reflection of your imperfection
how can they become more than what you are
you will never have an answer
and there is never a clue or a tool.

Being a mother is to preach non-stop
Seems like I have million good advises
Do I even follow them?
There are so many values to teach
Which ones are more important?
Seems like all?
Do they even understand?
The importance of love and kindness,
or having a dream.

Being a mother is to know everything
why the shadow is black?
why the sky is blue?
why it rains?
why is it always me?
you are never fair
what do I get? and so on...

Being a mother is to be in constant fright
of what your child is becoming
and what they are to become
Will they be happy?
Will they drift away?
Will they still hold this laughter?
will their eyes always shine as bright as their heart?

Being a mother is to be a scary monster
a nightmare that will haunt them and taunt them
now and even when they grow up
to shout, yell and say ‘no’
You know you are doing a bad job,
when you see those frightened faces
How do I ever make amend?

Being a mother is to be a fuzzy bear
to hold your children dear to your heart
the warm hugs, and the kisses in mid of tears
to say, ‘now there, there'
to hold them in when it rains.

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lying reflection



I’m not what I see in front of me
A reflection that has gnarled before me
I count 21 freckles on my face
And my hair, it's a bad dream.

I’ve always been full figured
but I never liked what I saw
i say hello to another wrinkle
i see them more that a friend.

my eyes are blinded and weary
a chemical reaction, a non-stop metamorphism
I see what I am no more
So I shut my eyes and pretend blind.

i remember...

Staring straight into the sun
watching the rain drip from the roof.
Playing rubber band between two polls and
having the best time of my life.

Eating gum worth ten and
not being able to move my jaws,
blood oozing though and through
pretending while my parents screamed.

Being nearly bitten by a dozen dogs
Being amazed at the handkerchief rat
Being clueless in grammar class
and watching jelly fishes float by.

but these are fragments of dream
lock and trapped inside my head
confused and deceived I am
to the reflection I see before me.

from my anthology collection

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traveling train

It certainly is an experience
traveling a thousand miles journey
in a sleeper class train.  

the wait for the train that never comes
till you get weary to look at your wrist.
your wait is done and the train finally comes.

keep an eye on your belongings
for you shall be sorry if you don't
for pickpockets wouldn't miss an opening.

the crowd that pours in like waves to the sea
the colors and the multitude at the platform
rush in hush, some in scurry, others in haze.

It certainly is an experience
traveling from north to south
in a train full of people.

there is no such thing as hunger
the vendor comes non stop
shouting tea, coffee, snacks and meals

the people you meet, you shall remember
if you listen, you will hear wondrous stories
some of broken heart, others of a venture

if you open your heart, it shall be filled
with the sights moving around you
the sound of train that rolls through the night

it is like traveling in a moving house
there's a party and everyone is invited
on a thousand miles journey.

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the lost hour



A year seems long
but it has ended
and now we wait
for another year to add.

Month changes
with name and tags
different in splendor
and thus it surrenders.

Weeks changes swift
swifter than a month or a year
it ends tarnished
with million things undone.

An hour is all we have
forerunner of a stern motive
panicked asphyxia
draws the hour away.

Countless minute flee!
its just not enough,
but you’re never pleased
so you’ll crave another day.

An innocent second
like a blaze of luminosity
came and went undetected
but you’ll never have it again.

from my deviant and anthology collection

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goodbye summer




from my summer deviant collection

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welcoming spring






Peach blossoms ushering the spring
Photographs taken today few hours back. Original photographs HERE

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green



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weekend diversion

buttery origami


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Gem - hunters go hungry

A band i got to see live in 2008. This is from their new album, hunters go hungry.

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weekend diversion

weekend diversion (craft and photograph)

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awareness

Krishnamurti: Don't be aware all the time! Just be aware in little bits. Please, there is no being aware all the time,that is a dreadful idea! It is a nightmare, this terrible desire for continuity. Just be aware for one minute, for one second, and in that one second of awareness you can see the whole universe. That is not a poetic phrase. We see things in a flash, in a single moment; but, having seen something, we want to capture, to hold it, give it continuity. That is not being aware at all. When you say, 'I must be aware all the time,' you have made a problem of it, and then you should really find out why you want to be aware all the time. See the greed it implies, the desire to acquire. And to say, 'Well, I am aware all the time,' means nothing.

'we see things in a flash, in a single moment', i wonder what that experience is like. Extracted from Collected Works, Vol. XIII,184,Choiceless Awareness

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paper dolls


Took a lesson from sensei who has been doing these for 40 years. I created some Bhutanese washi paper dolls.

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mom's garden


pictures from mom's garden. Took last weekend.

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time goes by


While you are awake
Stay awake and don’t drift into dreams
Don’t sway here and there
but let your thoughts flow and go.

The past is nothing but a dream
Written on an uneven slate of sand
To be washed away by the moving tides
Forgotten or layered in piles.

The future is yet to become
A mold out of the clay
but it is never certain
of what the mold will become.

Focus on the wonderful now
and watch time go in slow motion
there's bigger purpose to life than this
let it unfold in the present.

from my anthology collection
picture: from my deviant collection

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Be aware


Be aware,
Just be,
Peace lies there,
Do it and see.

Jealousy and envy,
shades of madness,
Both within you,
And so is happiness.

The mind stays best,
Absorbed in the moment,
No flitting thoughts,
The acid test.

The tea in your cup,
Is aroma not storm,
Inhale the beauty,
Admire the form.

Sleep when you sleep,
The slumber of the just,
A promise you need to keep,
And that you must.

Let the day go by,
Neither fast nor slow,
Let time fly,
Just go with the flow.

One thing at a time ,
Is a cliche well-worn,
Stay in the present,
Your tranquility unshorn

picture: taken last weekend
poem by Ashok Sawhny

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A Dialogue with Oneself

I've taken this from http://www.jkrishnamurti.org/
I've been reading a lot of Krishnaji's work these days. I do not know how to explain his speeches and conversations, one has to read it in order to comprehend what he's talking about. I hope this article I've put here will inspire people to read more of his works.

"J. Krashnamurti is regarded as one of the greatest thinkers and teachers of all time. His teaching, besides being relevant to the modern age, is timeless and universal. The core of Krishnamurti’s teaching is contained in the statement he made in 1929 when he said, “Truth is a pathless land”. Man cannot come to it through any organization, through any creed, through any dogma, priest or ritual, not through any philosophical knowledge or psychological technique. He has to find it through the mirror of relationship, through the understanding of the contents of his own mind, through observation and not through intellectual analysis or introspective dissection."

J. Krishnamurti A Dialogue with Oneself

I realize that love cannot exist when there is jealousy; love cannot exist when there is attachment. Now, is it possible for me to be free of jealousy and attachment? I realize that I do not love. That is a fact. I am not going to deceive myself; I am not going to pretend to my wife that I love her. I do not know what love is. But I do know that I am jealous and I do know that I am terribly attached to her and that in attachment there is fear, there is jealousy, anxiety; there is a sense of dependence. I do not like to depend but I depend because I am lonely; I am shoved around in the office, in the factory and I come home and I want to feel comfort and companionship, to escape from myself. Now I ask myself: how am I to be free of this attachment? I am taking that just as an example.

At first, I want to run away from the question. I do not know how it is going to end up with my wife. When I am really detached from her my relationship to her may change. She might be attached to me and I might not be attached to her or to any other woman. But I am going to investigate. So I will not run away from what I imagine might be the consequence of being totally free of all attachment. I do not know what love is, but I see very clearly, definitely, without any doubt, that attachment to my wife means jealousy, possession, fear, anxiety and I want freedom from all that. So I begin to enquire; I look for a method and I get caught in a system. Some guru says: ``I will help you to be detached, do this and this; practise this and this.'' I accept what he says because I see the importance of being free and he promises me that if I do what he says I will have reward. But I see that way that I am looking for reward. I see how silly I am; wanting to be free and getting attached to a reward.

I do not want to be attached and yet I find myself getting attached to the idea that somebody, or some book, or some method, will reward me with freedom from attachment. So, the reward becomes an attachment. So I say: ``Look what I have done; be careful, do not get caught in that trap.'' Whether it is a woman, a method, or an idea, it is still attachment. I am very watchful now for I have learned something; that is, not to exchange attachment for something else that is still attachment.

I ask myself: ``What am I to do to be free of attachment?'' What is my motive in wanting to be free of attachment? Is it not that I want to achieve a state where there is no attachment, no fear and so on? And I suddenly realize that motive gives direction and that direction will dictate my freedom. Why have a motive? What is motive? A motive is a hope, or a desire, to achieve something. I see that I am attached to a motive. Not only my wife, not only my idea, the method, but my motive has become my attachment! So I am all the time functioning within the field of attachment - the wife, the method and the motive to achieve something in the future. To all this I am attached. I see that it is a tremendously complex thing; I did not realize that to be free of attachment implied all this. Now, I see this as clearly as I see on a map the main roads, the side roads and the villages; I see it very clearly. Then I say to myself: ``Now, is it possible for me to be free of the great attachment I have for my wife and also of the reward which I think I am going to get and of my motive?'' To all this I am attached. Why? Is it that I am insufficient in myself? Is it that I am very very lonely and therefore seek to escape from that feeling of isolation by turning to a woman, an idea, a motive; as if I must hold onto something? I see that it is so, I am lonely and escaping through attachment to something from that feeling of extraordinary isolation.

So I am interested in understanding why I am lonely, for I see it is that which makes me attached. That loneliness has forced me to escape through attachment to this or to that and I see that as long as I am lonely the sequence will always be this. What does it mean to be lonely? How does it come about? Is it instinctual, inherited, or is it brought about by my daily activity? If it is an instinct, if it is inherited, it is part of my lot; I am not to blame. But as I do not accept this, I question it and remain with the question. I am watching and I am not trying to find an intellectual answer. I am not trying to tell the loneliness what it should do, or what it is; I am watching for it to tell me. There is a watchfulness for the loneliness to reveal itself. It will not reveal itself if I run away; if I am frightened; if I resist it. So I watch it. I watch it so that no thought interferes. Watching is much more important than thought coming in. And because my whole energy is concerned with the observation of that loneliness thought does not come in at all. The mind is being challenged and it must answer. Being challenged it is in a crisis. In a crisis you have great energy and that energy remains without being interfered with by thought. This is a challenge which must be answered.

I started out having a dialogue with myself. I asked myself what is this strange thing called love; everybody talks about it, writes about it - all the romantic poems, pictures, sex and all other areas of it? I ask: is there such a thing as love? I see it does not exist when there is jealousy, hatred, fear. So I am not concerned with love anymore; I am concerned with `what is', my fear, my attachment. Why am I attached? I see that one of the reasons - I do not say it is the whole reason - is that I am desperately lonely, isolated. The older I grow the more isolated I -- Page 5 -- become. So I watch it. This is a challenge to find out, and because it is a challenge all energy is there to respond. That is simple. If there is some catastrophe, an accident or whatever it is, it is a challenge and I have the energy to meet it. I do not have to ask: ``How do I get this energy?'' When the house is on fire I have the energy to move; extraordinary energy. I do not sit back and say: ``Well, I must get this energy'' and then wait; the whole house will be burned by then.

So there is this tremendous energy to answer the question: why is there this loneliness? I have rejected ideas, suppositions and theories that it is inherited, that it is instinctual. All that means nothing to me. Loneliness is `what is'. Why is there this loneliness which every human being, if he is at all aware, goes through, superficially or most profoundly? Why does it come into being? Is it that the mind is doing something which is bringing it about? I have rejected theories as to instinct and inheritance and I am asking: is the mind, the brain itself, bringing about this loneliness, this total isolation? Is the movement of thought doing this? Is the thought in my daily life creating this sense of isolation? In the office I am isolating myself because I want to become the top executive, therefore thought is working all the time isolating itself. I see that thought is all the time operating to make itself superior, the mind is working itself towards this isolation.

So the problem then is: why does thought do this? Is it the nature of thought to work for itself? Is it the nature of thought to create this isolation? Education brings about this isolation; it gives me a certain career, a certain specialization and so, isolation. Thought, being fragmentary, being limited and time binding, is creating this isolation. In that limitation, it has found security saying: ``I have a special career in my life; I am a professor; I am perfectly safe.'' So my concern is then: why does thought do it? Is it in its very nature to do this? Whatever thought does must be limited.

Now the problem is: can thought realize that whatever it does is limited, fragmented and therefore isolating and that whatever it does will be thus? This is a very important point: can thought itself realize its own limitations? Or am I telling it that it is limited? This, I see, is very important to understand; this is the real essence of the matter. If thought realizes itself that it is limited then there is no resistance, no conflict; it says, ``I am that''. But if I am telling it that it is limited then I become separate from the limitation. Then I struggle to overcome the limitation, therefore there is conflict and violence, not love.

So does thought realize of itself that it is limited? I have to find out. I am being challenged. Because I am challenged I have great energy. Put it differently: does consciousness realize its content is itself? Or is it that I have heard another say: ``Consciousness is its content; its content makes up consciousness''? Therefore I say, ``Yes, it is so''. Do you see the difference between the two? The latter, created by thought, is imposed by the `me'. If I impose something on thought then there is conflict. It is like a tyrannical government imposing on someone, but here that government is what I have created.

So I am asking myself: has thought realized its own limitations? Or is it pretending to be something extraordinary, noble, divine? - which is nonsense because thought is based on memory. I see that there must be clarity about this point: that there is no outside influence imposing on thought saying it is limited. Then, because there is no imposition there is no conflict; it simply realizes it is limited; it realizes that whatever it does - its worship of god and so on - is limited, shoddy, petty - even though it has created marvellous cathedrals throughout Europe in which to worship.

So there has been in my conversation with myself the discovery that loneliness is created by thought. Thought has now realized of itself that it is limited and so cannot solve the problem of loneliness. As it cannot solve the problem of loneliness, does loneliness exist? Thought has created this sense of loneliness, this emptiness, because it is limited, fragmentary, divided and when it realizes this, loneliness is not, therefore there is freedom from attachment. I have done nothing; I have watched the attachment, what is implied in it, greed, fear, loneliness, all that and by tracing it, observing it, not analysing it, but just looking, looking and looking, there is the discovery that thought has done all this. Thought, because it is fragmentary, has created this attachment. When it realizes this, attachment ceases. There is no effort made at all. For the moment there is effort - conflict is back again.

In love there is no attachment; if there is attachment there is no love. There has been the removal of the major factor through negation of what it is not, through the negation of attachment. I know what it means in my daily life: no remembrance of anything my wife, my girl friend, or my neighbour did to hurt me; no attachment to any image thought has created about her; how she has bullied me, how she has given me comfort, how I have had pleasure sexually, all the different things of which the movement of thought has created images; attachment to those images has gone.

And there are other factors: must I go through all those step by step, one by one? Or is it all over? Must I go through, must I investigate - as I have investigated attachment - fear, pleasure and the desire for comfort? I see that I do not have to go through all the investigation of all these various factors; I see it at one glance, I have captured it.

So, through negation of what is not love, love is. I do not have to ask what love is. I do not have to run after it. If I run after it, it is not love, it is a reward. So I have negated, I have ended, in that enquiry, slowly, carefully, without distortion, without illusion, everything that it is not - the other is.

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world of books

some of the books i read during these couple of months. Thanks to all the holidays this September


Buddha, A story of enlightenment - Deepak Chopra

Most stories of Buddha I've read is full of metaphor, almost fairy tale like and it makes you think that Gautama the prince was destined for such a faith. However, this story of Buddha is very much grounded and it feels
real and relatable. This book tells a story of a young man confronted by doubts and demon and his journey and struggle to achieve that ultimate freedom.
There are so many version of Buddha's path to enlightenment. I’ve read few of them. This is very much relevant and relatable to this generation because we are blind to miracle and we scoff at fairy tales. Despite the different versions out there, there is no denying that the story of Buddha inspires understanding of the true nature of life and ourselves.



Philosophy of life and death - M.V. Kamath

An interesting book if you want to know in brief the general philosophy on death around the world under different cultures and religions. The author also accounts on many death experience, you may know most of these authors, actors, poet, humanist, dictators or writers. This i thought was quite interesting. Despite the many experiences shared, i felt the book was more focused more on dying and had nothing much on living. It's an interesting book but it does not go indepth into anything if you are interested in details.



As Time Goes by - Ashok Sawhny

If you love poetry like i do, you will enjoy this book. I love the simplicity of Sawhny's work. The flow of his poem is like a good song, it flows up and down in a smooth rhythm. It's an easy read. Some of his poems are very humorous (like the one about modern art and Picasso). In general i though all the poems here were really good and relaxing.








Glimpse After Glimpse - Sogyal Rinpoche

These are daily insight by SR. Each entry was filled with deep and meaningful messages on life, living, dying, meditational practices, phowa and others. It also contains wisdom messages from a lot of learned masters such as Nysoel Khen Rinpochhe , Einstein and others. However, it’s a very heavy book (heavy in sense of things to absorb and practice). It only made me think, to comprehend is easy but to act on these words is very difficult.






From the murk of Sultry Abyss - B.Boyd

This is Boyd’s second book after ‘White fluffy Clouds’. This book like the prior one contains Boyd’s art work, photography, journal entries and other writings. If I write a book, I probably would want it to be something like this, a combination of photography, free verse and some random thoughts. Daniel thought I was crazy for buying this book because there wasn’t much of writing in it and it was quite expensive.
Not a book for just anybody useless you are a huge Boyd fan and you would buy anything related to the band Incubus. Boyd’s art and photographs I thought was quite good and you can sense his passion in it. However, i did not get much from his writing, it was bit too exaggerated and self-indulgent. He uses too much metaphors and I did not understand if they were there for humor of it or plain sarcasm. Like i said, not a book for you unless you are a Boyd fan.


Tuesdays with Morrie - Mitch Albom

An inspiring book on love, compassion, happiness, openness, acceptance, inclusion, values and human relationship. There's so much to learn from this book. But then again, it can also feel preachy like many spiritual fiction books do. 

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