The Chasm (Weekly Photo Poem #10)

Suddenly in the mind, inspiration strikes like lightning, on witnessing lightning! Such is the magic of the monsoons!

It opens up a space in the mind, for the real, for:

The Chasm


A Reckoning (Weekly Photo Poem #7)

A soulful #saturdaysublimity, inspired by a movie.
Can you guess which one?
Hint: Lots of superheroes jostling around…
a reckoning

A Wedge of Wednesday Wisdom

Wisdom I’ve gained this day:

Your first responsibility is to try and be open and vulnerable to yourself. Admit any aspects of shame, fear, anger/anguish, etc. you are carrying around. Explore ‘weaknesses’, don’t hide from them. Connect to everything about your self. 

That’s when true, integrated strength, a sense of purpose and connectedness begin to emerge. You begin to ‘flow’ in the world again. 

Start exploring the interior landscape. The rewards are myriad! 



Did you know that blood smells of rust?
That our starburst mangled bodies die to awaken?
That in all the liminal space of time—
Truths unfold in ontological puzzlement,
Amazed at their own impertinence?

For what is anything amid infinity?
And where’s the space for infinity in our small is?
The renderings of visions wild,
All these data streams of forever dreams—
Will we ever truly reconfigure?

There is a silent, screaming, streaming smile—
There is a thunderous rapture building—
Just out of reach.
Walk into the whirlwind—



Such An Important Lesson!


As the sun that beholds the world is untouched by earthly impurities, so the Spirit that is in all things is untouched by external sufferings.

~ Katha Upanishad (Translation: Juan Mascaro’)

Celebrating A Hundred Posts On Light Under Shadow!


It’s been quite a ride, hasn’t it? Started as a way to feel creative, like me again, Light Under Shadow was originally called ‘From Deep Under The Shadows’; exactly what I felt like, that I was hidden somewhere in shadow.

From tentative beginnings to finding validation for being all that I can be, to this amazing milestone, of a 100 blog posts! It’s been a blessing to be a part of the WordPress blogging community for all these years!

I want to thank you for daily doses of inspiration and soulfulness and for the amazing support you have shown this whimsical little blog of mine.

Let’s take a walk down memory lane with a recap of a few noteworthy posts:

3 Most Visited:

Amazing Series

Waterfall of Overflowing Flowers

earth spirit

3 Most ‘Liked’

The Flickering Light Of Hope

The Circular Thoughts of My Writing Mind

The Surprise Sunshine Song

3 Most Commented:

A Beautiful Send-off From the Bengal Sky

Question For You


A Few Personal Favorites:

A Photographic Memory (A Flash Fiction Piece)

Why I Don’t Write Good

Since… [A Short, Fictional Poem]



I hope to see you here for the next hundred posts! 🙂

Before We ‘Make’ We Must…

Poetry lives in all of us…
How do you know what takes root?

Know that you can be absolutely rich, absolutely happy without any money at all!
For in you, in me, lie the seeds of all art, all science, all thought, all craft.

But sometimes you must love, grieve, laugh and cry – live – before you can create.
Be patient, listen…


My first Ever Video Upload : The Speaking Feather

A little feather came to be my teacher one day. It came to my window and said to me, look! I came to tell you a story, a story about me and you —

I am fragile but I am beautiful! And I am strong.

I persevere even when the wind is harsh and wants to carry me off with it.

But I hold on! So can you…

This video is for all of us who hold on!


Eternal Questions : Ancient Wisdom

Who sends the mind to wander afar? Who first drives life to start on its journey? Who impels us to utter these words? Who is the Spirit behind the eye and the ear?

– Kena Upanishad

(Translation : Juan Mascaro)

The Other

The Beautiful Other

The Beautiful Other by Radhika Mukherjee

We were once all one.

Swirling embraced in a space infinitely small.

Then we separated into galaxies.

And  suns.

And planets.


And now on this earth—

We have become ‘other’.

Why is that?


The sky







The moon

The ocean

The Himalayas





Durga Puja in Kolkata



Green open spaces





Beautiful photographs


Old bookstores

These are my talismans. They make my life rich and full of meaning. If I hold them close, I smile…

What are your talismans?

The Sky Everyday…


Everyday, the sky lights-up some new delight for me.

The halo of the dawn

The bright sun peeking out from the clouds

At sunset — purple curls of clouds march across a pink-orange festival.

There are entire worlds hidden in sunsets!

What a wonderful teacher the sky is.

Look-up, look out and there it is:

Infinity within reach.


The closer you …

The closer you get to art, the more you open your heart, the more tears gather and fall. You heal and you feel your humanity that much more keenly!

The Futile Quest for Personal Perfection

A Cat is Perfect

Cats are perfect, especially the Queen of Cats. Photo: Radhika Mukherjee.

Let’s stop over-editing ourselves to achieve some sort of perfection.

In our life stories, or looks, weight or careers or relationships—

We lose so much in the process!

Cats are perfect.

We are humans, we can’t be perfect.

We don’t need to be.

Humans are uniquely beautiful messes and it’s our absolute right to be that way. Proves that we don’t have to mould ourselves to some robotic template devised by mindlessly moronic alien overlords.

Go on, go out there and celebrate your quirks –

Your not-quite-perfect nose,

Your food fetishes,

Your people issues,

That little (or not so little) bulge over the waistband of your jeans,

Your out of tune rhythm of speaking,

Your signature convoluted sentences,

Your silliness,

Your special, non-cliché love story,

Your crooked smile…

Don’t let anyone tell you what to be.

Or how the world is and should be.

Find out for yourself who you are,

Which world you would like to create,

What you like and who you want to be –

That might just be the path to bliss!

Do you agree?

What is the special brand of kookiness you celebrate in yourself?

How do you redefine the world we live in?

Please share in the comments!


Fragments of worlds floated in the void.

There was just one little girl,

Dancing in the ruins.

Blood-red, swung her hands,

Little silver bells in ankle and ear.

A diamond spear, clutched tight.

Light tore in shards

Ether coalesced into nothing;

But there was music – everywhere.

And from the tip.

Of that diamond spear—

Bubbled the ghosts of worlds.

Delighted, that little girl,

Dropped the spear

To catch a bubble.

As soon as she touched,

That one shining bubble—

It became real again. Alive.

Just one.


Books that Shape You

This is my preliminary list: (Just a snapshot!)