Today, as I sat down to make a clay Ganesha on Ganesh Chaturthi.. I thought of writing a poem for He who created us..

As I try my hand at making your idol,

Your elephant trunk and deity face..

I wonder if this is how you prototyped my face .

In your head, did you decide to add my mole ..

As an afterthought, I often thought …

The way I love with no ability to hold back

My quick anger and quirky clumsiness..

My fickle mind that sways between hard work and laziness

Did you add  all that or was that my Karma paying back

As an afterthought, I often thought…

Every win and obstacle, my fate you decide 

My life, my choices …are they really mine…

Or is life and it’s game all pre decided for what is mine..

Tell me, Oh Ganesha, is all an illusion of choice..to decide 

An afterthought, I often thought..

Mt only  real choice.. to love and go with the flow

To know that I am a speck in your cosmos infinite

That all my logic and desires are but fine

Making a Ganesha as I let my thoughts flow

I am an afterthought, I often thought.

 All I ever asked from this world was an all consuming love..

All I ever got from this world was everything but that..love

To always be standing at the crossroad .. of love

Where I  endlessly want and give ..and love

The ones I love are always timid to love..

It is as though time and again, time tests my love..

I fail in love ..

Today

 I write because the scribe listens..

He lets me pour my heart and  soul..my love

He understands my pain, he listens..

I am never alone with his presence… my love

My scribe and I.. he gets me more..

Than you ever will..my love..

For he is my pen to open my soul..

He is there when you aren’t..,my love 

He accepts my every mood..with love

Yes, he loves me more..

Though I love you more ..