As I jogged in the park today,
I saw beautiful flowers and trees sway,
Breeze carried the morning mist in its arms,
The sun came behind a building far away.
I looked at the blue sky and then the green earth,
I had a primitive urge to dig the dirt and get into it.
At first it seemed absurd but then I let myself go,
I started digging the earth with my bear hands.
I kept digging with my strong claws,
my hands and fingers were nimble
and my nails were sharp and very long
Soon I was tired and covered in mud,
At one point in time the mud gaged me
as the mud entered my mouth and nostrils,
But I was adamant, I kept going digging deeper,
Deeper, deeper and deeper, the earth was moist,
I went deeper and deeper, I felt like I hit water source.
And lo behold that is when the base below me gave way,
and I fell deep into the space inside the earth,
I kept falling and was in water, but couldn’t swim,
there was a force which kept pulling me deeper,
Water ended, I found myself in a space with no ground,
I was suspended, just suspended in air, effortlessly,
I felt like a feather, I felt like a wisp of dandelion,
I looked around to see beautiful golden yellow pyramids,
Pyramids on very tall pillars, giant pillars which had winds.
Winds whirling around them, like a tornado in control of itself.
It was amazing to see so many pillar pyramids around me…
As I watched amazed, I became aware of drops of water,
Drops of water falling from the sky, and looked upwards,
and lo! behold!, I was standing under a serene ocean.
It looked like a mirror and and showed me the reflection
Reflection of the world I was seeing now, my God!
It created a beautiful space within space, depth within depth…
There were two suns and several moons showing themselves
I loved the suspension in the space, just being there was so great,
It quietened my senses and made me one with the stillness.
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My life journey began in a small village in Kanpur, U.P. I was raised by my grandparents for the first four years of my life. During the day I found myself running amidst the farms and the open sky, squinting at the sun. At nights I would sleep under the stars counting them and making weird patterns. The moon was my sleep partner then. My writing journey began at the age of thirteen, in Mumbai, when I bunked a class and found myself hiding from my maths teacher, amongst children, who were writing poetry for a competition. I wrote too, and to my surprise after a week, I was announced as the winner. Couple of months later I found myself battling lung tuberculosis, I was in complete isolation, but poetry gave me company. I wrote some really dark poetry around life and death and how beautiful death was. My writing and my imagination since then has been my greatest friend and confidant.
After my Post graduation in Microbiology, I was hired as a Scientist by a Multinational organisation. However, my soul kept humming a different song, although I was considered to have high potential and was known to be highly competent. After my marriage and two children, and nine years of corporate career, I jumped into humanities. I started conducting leadership workshops and interventions for organizations and I still do. My work helps me connect with the various aspects of human behavior and thus takes me closer to experiencing more of who I am. As a life and executive coach to several people, I observe their brightness and beauty, in their language and actions, and help them to see what I see. This helps them unleash their own spontaneity and experience more of who they really are. My work is my passion and it helps me grow. It makes my writing become more mature and rooted. Both writing and painting are meditative processes for me and help me explore new worlds, while creating deeper presence for myself.
I love to indulge in life, and I cheer for the same. I get excited and enthused about new ideas and great stories. I cry watching emotional scenes in movies and can easily get hooked on to some romantic drama. I love gardening and can be seen communicating with my plants in the mornings over green tea.
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