The Healing Power of Diwali

This year, Diwali will occupy a smaller physical presence due to COVID-19. As a result, we can take a moment to deepen our internal experience with the holiday, so that it can have a greater presence in our hearts. “May You Make Room” is about the personal work we must do so the universe mirrors the highest versions of ourselves.

Diwali fills our hearts with light so we can serve as a force for good to continue the victory of good over evil. That light, of course, cannot exist without acknowledgment, acceptance, and experience of the darker parts of ourselves. This poem emphasizes the action of doing so symbolically and literally through the home, by experiencing all of the parts inside of the home.

For Diwali this year, I performed a custom version of a Laxmi Puja outdoors with a local friend by collecting coins and other objects symbolizing the areas of our lives we wanted to strengthen. I also recited this poem, “May You Make Room,” out loud. To close, we had a moment of silence to meditate. We opened ourselves to the abundance of the universe so it may ease inside ourselves during this challenging time. To bring gentle punctuation to the meditation moment, we discussed what our meditations felt like. Finally, we happily enjoyed some dessert and coffee to close the picnic-style Diwali celebration.

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May You Make Room

May this year be a dream
Where Laxmi Mata herself bestows upon you wealth like you’ve never seen
A year full of many thousands of treasure chests brimming over with precious stones,
Excitedly waiting for you at your doorstep.

But on the days when life feels tight, short, impossible-
May you take deep breaths to exhale an ounce of stale air-
Just enough room for one more diamond to pour in, one more sparkle to make it into your being.

May fortune fall easily on you, like an impossible gold cloud that showers enough wealth for a lifetime, or two.
And on the days when you feel disjointed, discounted, dollar-less, drowned.
May you have a look around your every room-
And notice every single dish and every single painting and every vase, sheet, blanket dress and sock.
Pause and let them speak – one at a time.
If they remain silent, pause again to listen some more.
May they sing to you with a happy, high vibration, the kind that leaves you no other choice than to dance a little, to reach the corners of your mouth towards the sky a little.
And for the things that do not bring you that kind of joy,
May you use your hands in a new kind of prayer, the kind that moves things,
Ushers them away to their next place,
Making a home that can be a Temple too-
Where any divine form would be happy to rest, and share
Our world’s precious goods with you.
May you, in turn, can be just like Laxmi,
Sharing your wealth with others
Helping replenish dreams other than your own.
So keep your soul’s windows be wide open,
So that you wake up to the abundance singing to you from outside,
Destined to sit right in your lap,
Destined to join you on your journey.
Your wealth is already in your arena, entrusted in your custody, making its way to you.
May you picture a sweet pink lotus flower for every opening
You make in your heart and in your home
Every passageway you clear is a personal invitation.
Laxmi Mata is reaching out, singing your name,
Waiting for you to make some space for her.
She’ll join you when you’re dancing in your heart,
Watching you live your wildest dream-
The dream she herself pinned into your heart.
May you always make room for her.
May you always make room for her.
May you always, always, always make room for Laxmi.

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By Neelam Patel

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Reflection Comes From Within, not From Others

“Confessions to a Moonless Sky” is a meditation on the new moon and guilt. I wrote it when I was living in Dallas and was driving back from a dusk prayer. The new moon terrified me on that drive. I was diseased by the knowledge that my partner, at the time, had seen the worst parts of me. There’s immense shame in this piece—it seized my self-image. If the moon could become brand new, then I could start over.

I often ponder on the moon’s reflective nature and pairs of eyes. I’m hyper-fixated on how I am seen by others. Unfortunately, the brilliance of seeing your reflection in another person leads to negativity. After all, those who are too keen on their own reflection are the same people who suffer from it. It is possible to use shame to fuel one’s retribution and personal growth, without becoming consumed by it.

We can look to Shah Rukh Khan succumbing to alcoholism in his own sorrow and then later imbibing his sadness in Chandramukhi. “Confessions to a Moonless Sky” is a lesson for us: Don’t be Shah Rukh Khan in Devdas, instead embody pre-incarnation Shah Rukh Khan in Om Shanti Om!

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Confessions to a Moonless Sky

Sometimes when the moon abandons the sky, I wonder if I drove her away.

If she comes back, will she be the same? How I wish she would come back new, truly new! That way she’d have no memory of the sin I’ve confessed to her. You noxious insect. Sin-loving, ego-imbibing pest. You are no monster, for at least a monster has ideology, it sins with purpose. You sin just to chase ignominy.

But the moon won’t say that, she never does. She’ll just leave the sky and return days later, slowly. And I’ll wonder if she’s new, perhaps she won’t remember my past confessions. What does it matter? Were the moon replaced with one from a different god, I’d drive her away, too.

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Keeping our Friendships Strong as we Get Older

I organize play dates for my children. They’re friendships remind me of when I was younger when Fridays were consistently set aside for my friends. Now, it seems play is indeed meant for childhood and work is for aging adults. We often can’t find time for ourselves, let alone our friends, who are busy working mothers like ourselves. Or we moved into unreachable corners of this globe, far away from any means of physical communication. It’s fair to say, it’s hard to stay close to friends like when we were in college. Nowadays, it’s easier to travel, but more difficult to bond with others. “My Friend” asserts that we should not end let our friendships fall by the wayside. Even with physical distance and conflicting schedules, we keep our friendships close with kind words on phone calls, regular FaceTime calls, or even encouraging social media comments. Friendship doesn’t end once we become adults.

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My Friend

The turbulent sea of a ticking clock,
A constant chime of chores
Unfolded laundry, unpaid bills.
For unplanned surprises, Life’s infinite stores

An achy neck, a heavy head,
A forever strong of burdens
Fleeting as they may be
Yet as real as my scribbling pens

In this world of lonely battles
Filled with competing souls
It’s you, my friend
Your comforting words, long strolls

Your phone calls, your laughter,
You listening when I’m remiss,
Your steady support,
The source of all my bliss.

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The Poetry Film Breaking Genres and National Borders

“After so Long” is a poetry film created for Simha’s EP, which is streaming on Spotify, Apple Music and Amazon Music. The poem was collaboratively written by Simha, a U.S. native, and Jae, who is based in India, during the 2020 lockdown. “After so Long” was recited by Simha and their parents. In 2022, I directed and produced the film through my studio, Star Hopper. “After so Long” premiered on Nowness Asia in March 2022.

This film is a worldwide collaboration among trans and queer south-Asian artists from the United States, India and Canada. It was recorded, shot and filmed during the lockdown of 2020 and 2021.

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After So Long (English Translation)

Jae:
Awake at 10 am but out of bed at noon,
I want to be here where I lose myself in these sheets
Glancing through half-shut eyes
At the gold pressing past my window
The glimmer remarks on the ledge of my bed
But the voices are so loud
Like dust collecting in the corner of my room
I am unaware to why I’m still here
With the chilling doubt of the breeze…
I’m swept into lucidity After so long

Dad:
Mil rahi hoon mein aaj iske saang barso baad,
(Today, I’ll be meeting them after so long)
Koi paata nahi diya tune
(But with no destination sight,)
Kya karu?
(What should I do?)
Kaha jau?
(Where should I go?)
Shayad agar mein chalne lagoon,
(Perhaps, if I keep walking)
Inn yaadon ki safar mein
(Down this road of memories)
Mujhe samajh mein ayega,
(I will find out)
Yeh rasta kahaan jayega,
(Where this road leads)
Inn aari tedhi pakadandiyon pe baarte hi jaana hai,
(Through the twists and turns of this winding roads, I must keep going on)
Mujhe mil na hain aaj uske saath,
(I wish to meet them today)
Barso baad.
(After so long)

Simha:
I feel like I’m retracing my footsteps
From these concrete stretches
To broken cement walls
Chips and cracks forge their way for new designs
I see the old abandoned buildings
That once held the warmth of bodies
Now just hold memories
Supporting the nature’s resilience
In vines and moss
After so long

Mom:
Dhoondli shishe mein jaaga leli hai
(These isty mirrors have offered refuge)
Bikhri hui laatao ne,
(To these scattered vines)
Zameen pe uchi ghaas pe
(Amidst the tall grass stretching from the ground)
Lehrati kamsan kaliyaa
(The swaying little buds)
Bheeni bheeni khushboo bikhereti
(Spreading honeysuckle scent through the air)
Phir wahi mausam,
(I lose myself in reminiscing, the same season)
Wahi dil,
(The same heart)
Baarso baad.
(After so long)
Phir bhi mein chal rahi hoon aaj
(Still, I keep carrying on today)
Khudko khudse milane ke liye
(In the pursuit of my higher self)
Inn galiyo se guzarna hain aaj
(I must pass through these streets today)
Chaalte chaale jaana hai aaj
(I must keep going on today)
Kabhi hum milenge kisi mor paar
(Someday, we’ll meet again, somewhere on this road)
barso baad
(After so long)
Kabhi hum milenge kisi mor pe
(Someday, we’ll meet again, somewhere on this road)
barso baad
(After so long)

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Credits

Poem by Simha & Jae
Produced by Star Hopper Studios
Directed by Varsha Panikar
Cinematography and grading by Tanmay Chowdhary
Editing by Asawari Jagushte
Featuring Vaishakh Sudhakaran
Music Production by Simha
Hindi editing by Rama Garimella
Recited by Simha, Rama Garimella, Annaji Garimella
English Translation by Nhylar


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