My perspective on the Shiva Trilogy

My perspective on the Shiva Trilogy:

Amazing work of today's literature. It has everything - love, respect, justice, vengeance, evils of society and the fight for truth. It touches the deepest chords of heart and is an inspiring piece of art. The way Amish has connected the dots from mythology to today's world is worth appreciating. And the best part, it has no signs of being inclined towards any particular religion.

As Amish puts it,

"Har Har Mahadev

All of us are Mahadevs, All of us are Gods

For His most magnificient temple, finest mosque and

greatest church exist within our souls."

I am not debating on the story being true or not, I just want to believe it.

With a deep respect for the book, appreciation for the author and faith in the Almighty, I feel privileged to have read this.

Showers of Blessings

Showers of blessings
Is what the
Flower is looking for.
Scorching heat and burns
Is all that's coming now.

Seasons all - dry and rainy
Is what it has seen.
Shrivelled and gloomy
It looks now,
In this phase of lean.

Pour some gentle drops
Is what it pleads for;
Help it bloom and flourish
By your mercy showers.

Fragrance of Harmony

What makes a rainbow?
A color?
No, my dear friend,
Its the amalgamation of seven different colors;
That come together
Merging their boundaries.

What makes the sky look beautiful?
A star?
No, my dear friend,
Its the combination of stars, planets, moons;
Objects of all shapes and sizes
That move in harmony
Around each other.

What makes the atmosphere?
A gas?
No, my dear friend,
Its the mixture of various gases
Along with right amount of water vapor
That keeps us alive.

These are facts
Which we all know.
I wonder then,
Why have we not
Drawn inspiration from nature?

Why are we not ready
To break the shackles
Of caste, creed, race
Religion and place?

We talk to "them",
But we don't gel with them.

We cling on to these barriers;
Thinking -
I am a Rose
While he is a Tulip
And she a Daffodil.

Friends,
Think -
What a lovely bouquet
It would be,
If we forget these differences
And spread around
The fragrance of
Harmony.

Oasis of Serenity

Calm and composed
Was the sea,
With the waves
Playing smoothly.

When came a maelstrom
To break the peace,
And suck away all goodness
By its tweak.

Cruel and ruthless
Is what i can say
For the one who came
To destroy the day.

Devastated it looks now,
Dejected i feel
To stand at the shore
And look at the sea.

I like to believe though
And would love to see
The sea regain its tranquility.
As, it is
And would always be - 
The oasis of serenity.

Language of Life

I thought it would be
A clean slate,
With clear instructions
In black and white.

But it came
Instead,
As a crumpled paper.

I still thought,
I will unfold it,
And read.

But then I discovered,
It had a thousand ways
To be unfolded;
And each one
Completely different from the other.

I still thought,
I will be lucky
To get the right fold;
And then - just read.

But when I opened it
I found,
Nothing in black and white;
It was all - in grey.

I thought - Never mind the color,
Who needs color coding
When I know how to read.

But then
As I started reading,
I could not identify
A single word.

Such is the Language of Life;
You never know how to read and predict;
You never know what is green and red.

Such is Life -
How much ever
You want to be prepared,
It throws surprises at you.

All that I do now is,
Hope that the surprises are good.