Bharat

Existence.
Intangible, but
eternal.

Expansion.
Boundaries enforced to
restrain.

Maniac’s vigour.
Sparrow holds on the grain for nipper.

Moment.
Slithers while
parrots scuffle.

Courage.
Reddens the sword of righteousness

Fakir.
Jeers at the folly of Sikanders.

Bharat glitters in
bangles, colors, dances and songs...
Spring’s swing, summer’s cascade, Autumn’s shed and winter’s hush.
Bharat is in
snake’s sinuousness, peacock’s stride, cockoo’s voice, and
lion’s strike.

The depth in Himalayas

Sacredness in Ganges
Abode of Saraswati.
Krishna’s flute, Meera’s yearning.
Kalidasa’s Meghdoot.
Sun in morning, Moon at night
The engagement in between is Bharat.

Shraadh in Ashadh, Diwali in Kartik, HOli in Chaitra.

Sufi’s Ishq
Child’s frolick
Lover’s embrace
Maiden’s youth is Bharat.

Coriander, Cumin, Clove

Maze, Millet, Oat
Kabaddi, Kho-kho
Kathak, Bhangra, Bihu
Bharatnatyam is Bharat.

Bharat is that
Which no one can make, but
has made many.
Ram, Krishna, Mahavir, Buddha and Kabir.
Guru-Shishya love is Bharat.

Bharat is
space
between breaths and
silence between words.

Omkaar
in winds, in oceans, in deserts.
Never perishes, Bharat is the truth
beyond appearances.

Glory in past
Bliss in present
Possibility in future.
That which is
is Bharat
That which is not
is Bharat!