STRAY THOUGHTS ON PATHA BHAVANA
Far flung in time, moving with swift speed,
I am still longing for a deep breath,
after so many years on planet Earth
life is still grasping for some deep realization.
Is there any place for rest?
Any place where I can forget time
at least for a while, and probe deep into the stars,
just letting moments fly into meaningless eternity?
Is eternity a place where we all ultimately belong?
A place for all identities to coalesce into pure joy?
Can there we feel all the hearts beating alongside mine?
Can there be any place at all, like this?
I don’t know, sometimes I recall Patha Bhavana.
That was where hearts pulsated in tandem.
Stars were a delightfully freaky reality, so were we.
Oxygen was aplenty,
or we had enough composure to breathe in deep.
I know all these words hardly have any meaning today.
The Air Conditioning machines are supposed to supply
breathable Oxygen to us.
The stars have duly vanished
being replaced by halogen lamps at street side.
Noisy time moves pretty fast in Tele Vision or Internet
with the screeches of Formula One races,
where one Adrian Sutil now leads team ‘Force India’.
My brother is settled in Canada,
joining a Green Political Party in fray for elections,
busy keeping GM Crops outside the jurisdiction limit of Vancouver.
I am here in Santiniketan, fairly alone, but not exactly lonely,
trying to keep the ex-students in touch with Santiniketan,
via an absurd web site ‘Muktodhara’.
All these summarizes into the same narrative,
We are all in search of fresh Oxygen.
After so many years in planet Earth,
it is sad that everywhere we are grasping for breath now,
grasping for space, grasping for identity,
even at times grasping to erase that same identity.
It is a long resolute journey.
Sometimes I do recall Patha Bhavana very dearly…