River Giri

On shady evenings

I sit by the river 

Dreamily

Admiring its pristine beauty

The pebbles, the weeds, the birds 

and the Water.

Lapping against the banks

Sprinkling white surf on me

Sparkling like diamonds 

On the vibrant green algae

At spots, still as a saint

And elsewhere dangerous rapids

Just like me.

In the ravines of my mind

Sometimes brewing a storm

To which seems no end to be

Sometimes silent as a Banyan tree

Happily content as it is

Flowing from one moment to another

Like a child’s gurgles of laughter

Gracefully winding around huge boulders

Carrying along the pieces smaller

Wise and relentless

River Giri flows toward the sea

Just like me.

Learning the art

Of endurance

in this world so bizarre

When to bow and when to fight

Until it’s time for my Final Flight to Thee!

Into her sacred waters

I dip my fingers

Holiest of the Holy she is

Preserving in her bosom

The greatest treasure

Holy dust of my Master’s feet

Since ages

she continues to burble

Like a sweet chirpy little girl

Overflowing with joy

Never tired of the hurdles 

Nor a moment of  pause

Oh, wait! 

Is there more than what appears

Does she go secretly quiet 

To soak in the bliss

Of those auspicious nights

When my Master plays the keys?

Just like me.

I know she too 

Worships my Master

Just like me.