Srimati Roshan Ghosh and Her Husband Dr. Hiranmay Ghosh   In the field of art, science, literature, there are periods when the history gets studded with star performers. Be it literature, painting, music or dance. In India twentieth century was one such. In all the above mentioned fields there were super personalities and this continued till the seventies of the last century. When we were young the world of classical dance was full of great artists. Rukmini Devi, Uday Shankar and their contemporaries pulled out the Indian dance from its obscene status and gave to it its due respectability by showing how great this particular performing art was. The yo

Harvesting   In the early fifties when I came to Pondicherry only a handful of local citizens were sympathetic towards the Ashram. On the other hand there were many who had a hostile attitude and they often tried to make some mischief or the other. Gentlemen like M. Rassendran, Dr. Purno, M. Carnaut, Mme. Subrata, some govt. officers and some others participated in all Ashram activities and functions. Some were even group members. We considered them as our own people. In that period the biggest obstacle was a political party and their leader in particular. That individual tried every possible way to hinder the smooth working of the Ashram departments having paid workers (I was told by

Prayer of Soul and Soul – by Mary Helen     In sunshine bathing green earth smiled At wind caressing trembling locks Of leaves and swaying branches blue- Green brooks cascading drops of honey Dew on upturned laughing flower Faces close embrace of form On form in silent anguish for The pain of throbbing notes on memories' Ears but only blue deep silence hears The song of formless gentle joy Of love from heart to answering heart And silent prayer of soul and soul.  

Until the Light – Poem by Mary Helen    The world must pass thru deeper night And death must take the birds in flight, The hallways echo heavy feet, And children weeping in their sleep, Love lies dormant, hides, Until the Light can fill the skies.

To Love – Poem by Mary Helen     Rain gives of its own Without hesitation                                     expectation                                                       of return.   We own what we give Hesitating                                     expecting                                                       return And never learn                                                                         to love.                                                                                             Mary Helen  

Dear Narad,   words are useless in such cases... still, please, accept my deep condolences. remembering Mary Helen with most heartful feelings. may her soul rest at peace in Mother's embraces. please, feel my deep sympathy and support.   it is remarkable, that last days i thought of you several times and was going to write a letter to you to know how are things... now i opened my email exactly at 00:00 and somehow i thought that a divine message should come in such an unusual time which is as if out of time. and I got the message from you... sending some lines which I dedicate to Mary Helen. may be they are not so good poetically, but sincere   -d.   A serene sou

Reveal – Poem by Mary Helen   O night, reveal the secret of thyself, Wherein thy dark, unending, fathomless deeps Can dwell such light as lent these diamond stars.   O sea, thee too must keep the secret hid, For I have seen upon thy jet blown mane, Thy laughing, sparkling dances answer the moon.   O forest, fragrant earth-creation's bed, Thee too, far pregnant luxury of green And leafy shadows cannot hide thy bloom.   O Nature, surely I too am thy child, For deepest darkness dwells within this breast, Here too, I beg reveal thy mystic Light!  

Sunday, December 13, 1969 – Poem by Mary Helen    Across the imaged vasts of time and space, The figment woven by mind's limiting scope, His winged feet sped scorning all thought's walls Which form this little room of mortal life. She saw him then through sleep-closed lids Of laughing longing joy and disbelief That bodies being far could be so close. His heart in front, a circle of light and gold Spilled stars and ocean foam around their feet; Through hands there passed love's link, a silver thread, And heaven lent her soft light for their head. His smile of greeting melted in her smile And eye's embrace closed all remaining space.    

Poem   Dread dissonances now darken These days And night throws a shroud On the Light that may have Kindled those harmonies once apparent to Her Sight.   Hushed now are the sounds of the bird of forest's stillness and brook, And, as I look through the Window of the past Lost, too, are the mountains once symbols of our seeking, Then flaming, mutual and vast.   Can the strings be rewoven The symphony replayed? or is solitude in union the path thou hast laid?   O Mother Divine, if in solitude I stand I am prostrate before Thee and Give Thee my hand In gratitude for all Thou hast Given to me