Sapped sapling sprouts

An endless pit, thought it fell
Into cold void of darkness
Rock bottom it wasn’t
Yet bottom did it feel

Light at the end of the tunnel
Did give hope
But things don’t stay fair
The light dimmed, then faded

And wouldn’t you have guessed
It did go away altogether

Back in the dark womb
Numb to what surrounded
A thought occurred
Could it get worse?

Up above many a thing intrigued
As it echoed down below
In the unknown
So close yet so far

Then something did penetrate
Hope.It may not have been.

Little by little did it trickle
A drop now and then
Resistance first, acceptance later
When you can’t fight back - soak it in.

Accustomed now, expecting no more
A shove, a push…
Had the time arrived
Was the reawakening at hand?

False hope lifted up
Joy short lived
Back to the womb
Of habituated darkness

An addition to the surrounding felt
Back to the unknown!
New obstacle to overcome
Not so pleasant may it be said

Time without measure did pass
Trickles, shoves and additions
Changes did appear, though not noticed
Well now does it really matter?

Stronger now to bear,
What used to hold down-Can no longer?
A shove, a push
Time will change fate

Liberation
A stone-heart, felt triumph
Out of darkness, yet toward unknown
A whole new surrounding to conquer

The past was; Darkness
A warm covering
Cold additions
And an Occasional trickle

The present;
Something stirred
Warmth covered, yet without a touch
The trickle heard, not felt

The trickle stopped,
it turned into a giggle

“Turn around mommy, the seedling has sprouted.
Doesn’t…her green...look... marvelous in the sun!”

Triumph the sapling-pondered.
Nurture it had found!

Sliver archives

Wrapped in gentle warm caress
In a bunch of tissues
Lay a blob of sparkle
A fragile paper weight

The first sight is intriguing.
An outer cover thick enough to protect,
The gentle detailing
True beauty lies inside
Only for someone who looks deep enough

Delicate colors of awe
Each streak of color representing
A deep etched mark of something unknown
The beholder alone can give it meaning
On its own it’s just streaks

Embedded in thick cover of glass
Thick yet vulnerable
The beauty once or twice beheld loses its novelty
Then does it not become a drag
With same sight over and again


Until some day
When a stroke of light
At an unknown angle does bring new insight
From the first sighting

Up until new discovery
The paper weight remains the same
A cycle of same antics or misfortunes
Just like any other
Manufactured in the same lot

Pondering on papers
Holding on to it like dear life
Protecting it at a superficial level
Eventually

A gentle move of hand can cause it to be moved
And what the paper weight held precious
No longer its own
Or before long
A careless hand will come along
And cause it to tumble

Many a day the paper weight has experienced this
A rock a roll
A tumble a spin
This day it anticipates the same
But, fate takes a different turn

Yes, a rock then a roll
A tumble then a spin
Then something new did happen
Would it be a whole new experience?
It sure is!

Hundreds of tiny sliver,
The shattering of glass
Brought new insight
The streaks of color almost did drain
But be it whole or shattered
Beauty is still in the eye of the beholder

U.S?...no its US.

I sit down to write.
My vision is blurred,

A sniff, a sob…wipe
I see a clear white sheet.

But, before I put pen to paper
I reconsider

There’s a blot on it.
Do I overlook and proceed,

I think not!
How can I work around it,

The paper is clear.
…if not for that one blot.

My thoughts suppress.
And all ,for that one blot.

Bottled up emotions,
No words I pen.

Stopped by a dot .period

I need this,
I love to write

So, I take a moment

I take off my glasses
to ease my head

As I glanced at the paper

There no longer seems to be blot
Myopia you say,No!

I put on my glasses,
The blot resurfaces.

Aha !

Wait a minute…
The blot ,it’s on my glasses.

Am I the paper?
Am I the writer?

When I say:
Why did the glasses….Come between US ?

Time and love –heals, they say
As for me I wait on my love!!!

A Pair

as i heard the narration...

I pictured myself
open a rustic green window
The curtain flows inward
bringing in a mustic caress
of afternoon breeze

like a touch on a child's hand
bidding it to come along
i found myself walking out
to feel not just the
inviting breeze
but also her companion
the tingling sun

have you sensed that weird pleasure
when you have a sneeze stuck in your nostril
that tingling feeling
that makes you giggle
also makes you slightly irritable

doesn't looking at the mild sun
have the same effect on the eyes
looking up to it to soak in the warmth

made my heart soar with happiness
but it didn't bring out a laugh or a smile
but a frown with tear trickling down my eye

once i was full of my regular muse
my eyes scanned the horizon
trying to filter out
a sight worth seeing

that's when the narration
redirects me
to see the sight
i see kites dance to a gentle song
that only leaves hear

the kites i see is yellow
but why does it seem brighter than the sun
while i forced my mind to
rid fantasy
there was a flutter of an earthy shade
as though answering my need to be down to earth
while i yet looked up at the sky
the yellow kite was joined by
earth red kite

it didn't dance to the unsung song of the breeze
it seemed almost stable in the breeze
as if planted to the earth
while the yellow fluttered
and the earth stay put

they still seemed to
devise a dance of their own
a dance so complicated that
neither moved together
yet they were with each other

as i tried to understand the dance
my mind might have given up
for sometimes well most times
understanding comes in way
of pleasure

that's why i didn't realize
the sudden change of the dance
it was no longer patterned
i thought the moves were all
to be united

but what is this unexpected move
i tried to fathom
but my mind couldn't match up the pace
of yellow kite drifting away from
the dance floor
as seconds fleeted
my understanding ceased
had it not ceased long ago
but the desire to understand
resurfaced

while my heart did race
with wind
to fathom the why the kite fluttered away
as all sense seemed to fail
and only panic seemed to dominate
the stable red that seemed to have caused it all
without being shaken a bit
it had cut off the yellow

but the red now flung into action
its dance wasn't pleasant
but was a move more anxious
than my heart could have ever felt
the quick and anxious moves
caught the fleeting yellow
it twined its self around

it was perfect seen at the horizon
where the sun meets the earth
the two kites that didn't seem to get along
that seemed to drift away

now existed only because of each other
one for survival
one for concern

but together they were beautiful to my eyes
as they danced in the song heard only by the trees
i realized i too can here the same song

you wouldn't know happiness if it wasn't for sorrow

Camelus Dromedaries in a rare phenomenon of precipitation!

Haven’t we all held a precious Dream?
That we imagine and re-imagine,
How? We would live out that dream in real life
So well practiced! those many hours of Dreams.

And when that dream does come true
Would you say that…
All so hours spent
Will help you live it well?

Or would it be better to say…
Those hours of fantasying,
Help!...Make “The Dream”
Come true after all.

Now living that dream,
Is what matters.
Wouldn’t you agree?
That dreams are best experienced awake!!!

Now I held secret,one such dream
And am happy to say am living it now.
Then again,
Am asleep or awake?

What do think about?
Camelus Dromedaries in a rare phenomenon of precipitation!
Just trying to pretend,that I think out of the ordinary
Am talking about “A Camel in the Rain”.

Returning home, in heavy Bangalore traffic,
Wasn’t quiet unpleasant one day.
A slight November rain,
Soothed most sheltered soul.

As my eyes quenched,
In the grey moist picture.
An ironic blot, stood out
A pair of camels in the rain.

From early childhood,
We are taught to picture a camel
In the sweltering sun,
And to praise its wonders of adaptability.

Little did I think, I would spot such a sight
So much so, that my mind said it wasn’t right
Now who am I to decide…
That a Camel stands in scorching sand and not drench in rain.

That vision, out of the ordinary
Did provoke, to ponder on my mental blocks.
Was I a camel, should I be content in the sun,
Or do I dare to venture out, and soak in the rain

"If you - live your dreams awake,
I think you’re a camel in the rain."

Why is it that a statement of love
Is so forsaken
If life is forsaken
Will love be gained
Why is it hard for me to say my words of love
And not be misunderstood
All I seeked was to convey
My security
Why did it trigger past insecurities
Cant I convey my love
With no trace of the past
When I meant I never need to know
I mean you make me secure
I never need to know the dark side
Coz you’ll always be my sunshine
Why did you
Think I am comparing you to darkness
When I compared to light

Cockle shell

Babble of many voices

Concentrated on a nation's idiocrasy


While bread it did bring

Good sleep was forfeited


While graphs went up down

My tired feet found new joy


Bare foot I pranced around!


For among all dat noise

There was a gentle whisper


A voice

That can calm the storm


In this ocean flooded

With life unexplored

Saline

Restless mind over stones n pebbles

A flavored life-but tasted never

Mysterious under moonbeam

Vibrant under sunlight

She found her kindred in the sea

Drowned!

Beginning and end-fathom not

But together in the abyss

New colors found

Tides...

Bring in this story

Every spray a whisper

When your heart's as cold

As a night without the moon

When sunlight too is as dark

Listen!

Sunshine


Away in the woods

Was a tiny lil flower


Waiting for sunshine

Waiting for rain


No admirer

Would ever pass

That forsaken route


A Gardner find

Is of hope lost


Then a ray of sunshine did appear

A drop of nectar

Even rain perhaps


An unknown traveler

Did find this flower


In common they had

Only the wind - that breathed life

Drift

A walk I craved

Alone I insisted

Well couldn't resist the wind

She could accompany


As I wander not far

Silence dawned

While I thought all was lost

A question I found


Mind pondered

My body resisted

My soul urged

No good would come


A reply needed said my mind

My soul knew better

If know not silence

You know not when flowers bloom

Seeking Solace

After ten hours of shitty call taking...
Traveling in an oven with four wheels!
My purpose in life needed redefining.

Yet what is it that I do…
What is it that I look forward for?
A great mission - Reach for the stars for my dreams?

Nope!

Frustration on mute is one thing (Avaya)
On a cell phone is another
Damn, why can’t I use the mute then?

Now…

Follow you dreams
Make it happen
Get real – lets day dream!

Life’s not a celebration
So let’s look at life’s celebration
Durga Pooja – isn’t my passion like in her’s


But wouldn’t you know
My body, mind and soul
Had attained personalities of their own

Body seeked rest
While soul yearned passion
Mind decided ! A new found solace !

Then..
Sweet-pain !


Dazed in the flame of life.
…Under a dim lamp
Was life re-defined

Drained of life’s will.
…Sour drink
Brought refreshed joy

Hungered for goals.
…A simple bowl
Sated me whole

Rouse of many hours.
…Tired nerves
Relaxed on the floor

Afraid outcast.
….Clutched on wool
Comforted at last

Sought new treasures.
…shook hands with one
A Friend-Solace I found


P.S. those who know me well !
Can you remember..
Those rare moments, my mouth remains sealed
Not even a whisper uttered

An unknown upward curve :)
Lets you know
Am comfortable n sated

Blades

A pierced heart
Severed hope
Slashed from human existence

Escape I sought!

Fate gave me blades….

This time blades of grass
My misery amputated

"Contentment"

"Contentment"

I’ll always remember...the doorway-slightly ajar
Making me wonder,
Whether it ushers or gently forbids

The vision haunts me, when the moon creeps to its peek
The sinking moon-Daylight it brings
Most fears, say people-are engulfed in... its warmth

To me they linger as emotional joint
Puffing on it I wondered
Is it code to the heavenly abode?

Then one day, my eyes beheld
Not delight wrought from abuse
As muse on that sight

My haunt lingered no more
For by the door way
Stood contentment!

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P.s.-it’s been more than 365 days since I put thoughts to words
Poem triggered by a Anand's profile pic – thank you!