"The Home of 60's"

I long for my mud home of 60's
With soothing scent of monsoon around
With careless white pigeons flying back homes in the dusk
And cattle’s singing, staring the sun slipping down the sky
Where dawn wakes up with temple bells
Where people wear a white soul

In a twilight long gone by
North-star appeared so bright
Saptrishi illustrated different signs
Like a puzzle game till the dawn

Oh..How badly I miss my mud home of 60's
How deeply I long
With my paralyzed heart
With morality and Baba’s teaching deep asleep
With a black curtain covering my dawn
I take a deep breath and cherish the memories
That some day I will find my home again
If not in my life, possibly in my grave!

On a winter afternoon in 'Kasnap'

Happy B'day Baba

Mostly in spotless white, he breathed peace and serenity, love, bondage and truth. We are fortunate to be graced by him. He believed in the power of 4 am. His love was extremely pure & pious, sans any expectations. He tied us all in a single thread. He made protective walls for each one us. Walls from his teachings, walls of human bondage. He made the perfect band of Tiwari’s. And nothing breaks the bond that binds. 

I mostly saw him in his half-sleeve spotless white under-shirt and lungi, with his HMT wrist watch and dial inwards. His thick specs, off white and a little brown at edges. The way he looked at hibiscus showed his love towards nature. The way he smiled at my mistakes and corrected me for ‘ghas’ and ‘hathi’ still knocks me out when I make mistakes.

I stare at the stars now, vivid, smiling from far away. I watch the twinkling souls that they have finally found their way.
Happy B'day Baba. - 4th April, 1923