When you read good poetry
Would you
Twirl and dance around
because it liberated you
Thank and bow in obeisance
because it gave you a firm feet
Fall at its feet
because it opened your senses
Smile back at it gratefully
because it made you cry
Hug it fondly, because you
want to appreciate the camaraderie
Kiss it passionately because you
aren't able to have enough of it
Make sweet love to it
So you may be it.
~ 02 Mar, 2022
I look at you all day
in an endearing way
inching your body
smeared in gray
I present a calm demeanor
and a pleasing smile
when you cut and lay the tile
in the boiling sun
When you are toiling so
that's all the pleasure
I can give you, when
my part of work is done
Remember dear...
I am always by your side
Forever,
in all your stride
For, you are my keeper
and the mason
For, I am the helper
and your devout wife
~ 01 March, 2022
After many listless evenings
I ran into some fine poetry,
inadvertently,
and gulped a few shots of it
After a few pages and hours
a speckle of spark
was warming up
my intoxicated being, and
I realised a streak of life
still quivering inside of me
As the night breeze caressed
I asked it not to cease
nor to fear its presence
For it can only gently
stoke the tender spark
It cannot harm the flame
but only move into being
the fire in my hearth
that would keep me
alight forever
~ Feb 28, 2022
Cracks run deep
on my feet so soulless
Mindlessly, I peel the flakes
And dig a wound so ruthless
No prizes for guessing right
about how I would mistreat
my aching, dispirited soul
so full of misery
~ 17 Jan, 2022
As a seed, as remains of
what a bird found some use for
I was sown unawares, and
a flowerpot took care of me.
As a foliage, everyday,
I looked at the sky,
in all its splendor
And my grower too
awed at me in wonder.
I learnt and was busy all day.
My needs were plain
and I grew just fine.
When I outgrew my pot,
cognizant of my growth,
my tender grower found me
a suitable alternative
in the same old high terrace.
Now...
I am the all-grown-up
neem sap in a growbag.
All day, I am hungry for more.
Always drooping and sore,
I keep pondering about
my mixed feelings:
If I stay where I am,
I am stuck and stifled.
With my roots drilling deep
and branches sprawling broad,
I have no room to grow
and my entire being,
body and soul,
keeps screaming for space.
Some fellow know-it-alls say
I am grown and seen enough
and must tend to myself...
The best I can do
is to adjust, stay happy,
and be composed.
But there are times, when
I curse my fate, and
sulk at my inability to move.
I am also in a predicament:
If I leave, I have concerns
for my grower.
We've come this far,
and intertwined in our beings,
that we know not
Who takes care of whom.
Who provides for whom.
And who gives or takes
love from the other.
But I certainly do know that
this is not the way to do.
~ 15 Jan, 2022
Today the mood was a complete wash out. No mending it at the end of day for its shortfall. No adjustments whatsoever. When you prepare a dish, you check and adjust its taste for salt and pepper. Today the dish was being fixed and was meant for the bin.
~ 11 Jan , 2022
A long forgotten friend asked me
what I was doing these days.
After a brief ponder, I say:
Am trying to lay my hands on,
on all that's my bother.
Grasp it, and look closer.
At times, i wonder if it's my error.
I know I must break it down, and
define each bother,
its characteristic
And then, think of a fix.
At times, I think, find, apply.
But fail, either because
i don't know if it's the right path,
Or because i don't persist.
And then, I blame myself
for holding things, or,
at times, I realise and let go.
At times, I wonder if I let go,
Is it either at the wrong time
or the wrong thing.
~ Nov 24, 2021
