write for rivers....


because oh mother ganga.. people say that you are not perennial now and you are aging...


I heard a story that you have come from heaven ... So we see you as our mother goddess...


 But lf we don't care for you... You want to go back to your abode of god?


oh mother it was our ignorance that we have over exploited your resources...


but give us one more chance as a kind mother would.. We will take care of you...


we have not understood your generosity when you fed us through your water for crops..


but now we realize that we wouldn't have life with saving you now...


oh mother Cauvery... We didn't understand that you have united us... Rather we fought




but now we want to be just as you flowing seamlessly across states...


to be contd..

in this mystical life journey of me... I feel the path is ever evolving....
the companions are ever changing.. The ones who share the joy of their life.. Leave me just as butterfly hops on to various plants in a garden...
the dear ones come back again just as a bird finds back it's nest by evening...


I sometimes find myself walking alone in these long tedious terrains..
then suddenly I see someone as an oasis... But few quench the real thirst for friendship and humanity...
while others just leave me in the mirage...


experience of this journey teaches me the highs and lows of vertical limits... But I still am a struggling mountaineer...


goal of the journey is to reach the Everest of love peace and humanity.....


not just for me alone.... But for all the girls of my mother land India.....