The Breath Between Worlds
This piece is a personal offering that weaves together the yogic principles of Karma, Bhakti, and Gyaan, with my own lived journey of love, loss, and healing. Rooted in the spiritual teachings of the Bhagavad Gita and shaped like a prayer, this poem is both a reflection and an invocation — a reminder that yoga is not just a practice of the body, but a sacred union of soul and purpose.
The Breath Between Worlds
A Yogic Prayer
I begin in silence —
not the silence of absence,
but the hush that lives
between inhale and exhale.
This is Yog —
not a posture, not a pose,
but a sacred remembering
of who I was, who I am,
and who I return to.
My hands once held
my father’s strength,
my mother’s sorrow,
my own aching need to fix the world.
Karma Yog, they whispered —
serve with love, expect nothing.
I lost them both,
but grief became my teacher.
In every tear, a surrender.
In every prayer, a reunion.
Bhakti Yog —
to love without possession,
to weep without shame.
I walked the world with questions.
Why this path?
Why this pain?
Why this impossible love?
But knowledge unfolded not in books,
but in the stillness after a scream.
Gyaan Yog —
to know is to see beyond the seen.
I sit now in the half-light,
where the heart meets the divine,
and say:
“I am the breath between worlds,
I am the child of ashes and stars,
I am the yogi who bends not his back,
but his ego.”
I offer my soul —
to my daughters,
to the memory of a friend who never was mine,
to the ink I bleed into pages,
to the Supreme who asks only:
“Be still, and know Me.”
This is my union.
My Yog.
My prayer.
And in this sacred silence,
I am finally whole.
My silent prayer for my Lord Krishna —
may the world feel His tender feet
in this age of Kalyug.
