List - After a long time!

 

Grounded, uninterrupted, blissful solitude, morning rain, piano in the background, the snuggle of the pet and its soft breath on my skin, chirping birds, panoramic terrace view, wet red tiles, occasional writing, reading, mind-wandering, photographing, connecting…

~ 13 Jul 2024

Cyclone

 

You are rude and rash 

You were loving and calm 

You only get a 'no-show'

from me for this 

Let's be kind and forgiving

Let's be friends again

Dear rain...

~ 03 Dec, 2023

Undress

 

Let me undress you

Real quick... 

I know how a partner 

would wish to get drenched 

by the love of their life

I won't let it go down the drain

cos you've worked so hard

in the scorching sun

to be at this point in life

But this is just not the time...

Dear hanger,

Let me undress you real quick.

I wouldn't mind missing the rain

Just this time!

~ 13 Oct 2023

Thanksgiving

 

Rain washing the trees' feet...

~ May 30, 2023 

Sometimes

 

It's a rainy midday, and

there's so much ground to cover 

to finish the day

I feel so much like that solitary bird

sitting solemnly and

so still on a cable

getting itself drenched in the rain

It looked like it was taking on

some self-inflicted pain, 'cos

I hardly noticed any change

in its posture, to adjust

to the cold around

I began to ponder

Why so do we birds throw 

ourselves into such depressing situations?

~ 01 Sep 22

Reverence, Bliss, Thankful

 

There's rain these days

It is few and far between

for it's June.

Day after day,

busyness keeps me from

caressing the pleasure

On one such rainy night,

I close my eyes and lay 

supine on my bed, and pray: 

Don't lure me dear rain

I must rest enough 

to sail through the next day

And then, strangely,

I see flashes under my eyelids 

hear thunder beats in my heart

and feel the chill

of the drops from my skin.

I half-smile and say to myself:

Emulation is 

the best form of reverence,

isn't it?

Then comes my urge to write 

this phrase of bliss. But then,

I skip the thought, and persist

Sleep comes by yieldingly

When I wake up in the morning,

there is none of the usual

rush of troubled thoughts

Instead,

Bliss greets me with cheer 

like bird chirps in a forest creek

Days slip by, and yet...

the thought holds on patiently

Like a dutiful devotee

waiting to be seen,

My thoughts had to be blessed 

and freed by the words

Now, after this writing spree...

How thankful can I be!

~ 01 July 2022

What's Your Name

On every surprise rain day

a neighborhood parrot

sits atop the same frond

of an aged coconut tree.

It talks in childlike voices, and 

seems to be cooing for me

It makes me want to call back

in the same endearing tone.

But then, dear bird,

I know not your name.

I wish to sit beside you, and 

hear you say about your day.

Tell me... were you able to 

weave your victories, 

deal your difficulties,

knock down the naysayers,

and wade through the dangers?

Would you want to hear 

my day's stories as well?

Dear old wise coconut tree,

several minutes have gone past,

looks like the perched parrot

could not hear me quite...

I am sure you must have

heard my thoughts all right.

Why not? 

You've seen my phases

since my childhood, and

given me company 

during days of desolation 

and spurts of revelation

We've seen each other

through our gloomy days

of storms and rains, and made

the difficult days of pain fade.

Enough of all that I said...

Now, make me a friend

of the visiting shy bird

before it flies away unheard.

~ Sep 05, 2021

 

Rain Train

 

It's the wee hours of the morning

The rain train came tramping

My ears hitched the ride 

with joyful jumping

But then, the eyes and mind

had their reservations holding:

the mind satiated reading, while

the eyes were already drooping

'Why do you guys want to retire'

checked my cheerful ears

'I am drenched and full of fire

to quench my thumping desire'

The ears were frowned upon

Thus spake the eyes droning:

'The night is drowning, so

enough of your satire.

Don't you remember,

We are now locked down

inside our mundane spires

and are fish in troubled waters

We are the repressed 

and the spiritless,

And there's none to redeem us

Observe how the muted senses

impotently scream and keep

desolate reminders 

that we are all chained, and 

caged in waters neck deep.

So, let's just go sleep.'

~ Sep 04, 2021

Falling Rain Drops

On the red-tiled floor
I am lying flat, face up
with hands spread out
ajar like an open door

The falling rain drops
dot my resting body and
the rest of the terrace
like they've been
metered for pace
and sorted for shape

The falling rain
drops steady and even
like having passed
through a sieve

The falling rain drops
pierce soft needles
delivering divine nectar
through my skin

The falling rain
drops to take me to a place
devoid of cowering thoughts
and senseless pain

The falling rain drops
sing songs of relief
tapping into the void
and persistently find
the hidden words
in my dormant mind


~ Aug 17, 2021

Did it Rain?

What am I hearing...

Gurgling water from parched spouts
Calming ripples of crowding water

Water splashing the rioting boys' faces
Soaked up dogs shaking the excess

Rustling plumes of drenched parrots
Flapping wings of taking-off pigeons

Hunger pangs of red roof-tiles
Hot soil slurping the pitter-patter rain

Thank you gestures of tender plants
Pendular heads of coconut trees

Cheerful birds flocking together
waiting to tweet their dusk prayers

Were these your visions too,
my beloved June Rain,
after you poured your heart out
on a dreary sultry crumbling evening?


~ 07 June, 2021

I Witness

Our mind is an invisible organ that accounted for the sixth sense. It functions by taking inputs from the other five visible organs, that perceive and learn the world around it. And, we are complete, learned beings, if we witness the world with these six.

And, as I recollected the words of a scholar, I saw a shadow play today.

On a blanched sheet, there were images
of the crumbled, tanned tea leaves
brewing in a hot pot, and
letting the sweet aroma out.

These churning of wild thoughts
of the belligerent protagonist,
was as distasteful
as the bratty bile in the stomach.

It instigated the cool and the calm
to turn rogue and act rude
to those resting nonchalantly.

Out of the blue, amidst the rumbling,
emerged the roars of a hundred
angered ferocious lions.

And there were merciless episodes
of flashes that won't hesitate
to leave the eyes blind.

What started in one corner, spread
like thick butter smeared on bread.
In quick succession, dread tore down
the resolve of the disciplined, and 

instigated them to turn the scene 

into a messy riot.

Well, now I see it clearly.

Pregnant clouds have sprawled all over.
And just then, it broke it's waters, and
showered us down its beautiful babies.

They were welcomed into the world,
amid all the prevailing chaos, with
such a spectacle and drum rolls.

Thanks to the thundershowers,
for such mindful revelations!


~ Jul 15, 2020

Glowing Faces, Pissing Pots

Glowing faces, holding devices

walking boundaries, slowing pace

unnerving statistics, changing dynamics

revealing rumours, feeling faint 

merrymaking brats, chiding parents

Cut to scene ii:

Pissing pots, germinating glory

calming plants, clinging stalks

helping tendrils, soaring alacrity

saving seeds, growing greed

experimenting life, exchanging notes 

passing clouds, raining sometimes

surprising turns of events

blooming hearts, feeling great

sowing hope, reaping success

learning lessons

rooting back to basics

being down to earth

~ June 18, 2020

Sunshine of my life

It has not even been nine hours

since the time it rained, and

just about twenty hours

since I last saw you.

And yeah, I agree...

there was the night in between.

Though you have been scorching,

and there's much more to see,

I already am missing you.

You know, I am that desperate lover

losing sight of his new-found love.

I rejoice and am filled with

a pleasant feeling of fullness,

in seeing just a glint of you...

The faintly shine of a famished sun.

Like that sweet, divine moment,

when the love of my life

returns to my arms

after a brief desolation.

Underground

When the numbers sprouted,
did you all not try to convene
and talk about a revolt
against this insanity and greed?

Or, was it that
you happened to feel
the need to love your captor?

I know...
You squirmed and dodged
when they were boring you.
But then, they had the final say.
After it was all done,
they were trying to drain you
at a really rapid pace.
Now, that you were never used to...

You were even fine to serve them
as long as they went slow on you.

But then,
those inhuman things!

...

Your thoughts, dear water?
The one whose seeds are above
And roots below!

The RainTree

What can those tiny drops 
do to you, you wonder...
Those that lived on the edge
and remained on the brink, of the 
myriad leaves of a raintree?

After the scheming invisible rain 
added enough dope
to the ready-to-shoot drops,
One by one, 
they darted towards me... 
The me, lying supine 
under the gigantic raintree.

Imagine those sparkly silver bullets,
Falling with force, and
Growing in size as they dropped!
The ominous steel-grey blobs, 
I thought, 
were going to pierce through me.

But then, here's all they did...

In succession, 
they splashed on my face, and
on the pathway's icy railings.

They caught me unawares, and
Shattered my resolve to dodge, 
Sprinkling euphoria on me.

Proxy - A sequel to Pleasure

Piano Sonatas
from the 'Best of Beethoven'
playing in the foreground.

Rhythmic whirring sounds,
of the fan blades in motion

My unaccomplished 
'100 days of...' chart
tethered to the wall, swaying, 
and trying to catch my attention.

The clip holding the world map
to the wall calendar,
tapping itself against the wall,
clapping for itself for its feat!

Beyond these,
outside the night walls,
the wind play sport
and proxies for the rain;

Its sound duping me
into believing that there's 
a repeat act,
and nudging me to write.

Pleasure

Thunder sounds
gentle and muffled

Rain sings
like in a trained choir

Lightning streaks
of soft-toned hues

All three take me
by their arms
Making me yearn
to get my skin wet

But then, here I am...
Not out, yet,

All-absorbing
already soul-drenched
and my pleasures quenched.



Dated: Jul 24, 2019

The Gift

If there is one that you would want to give to someone whom you think must get the best in this world. Like say, for instance, your kid. And let's assume that they have the innate sense to take of good care of things that they own and always strive to honor the responsibility given to them--to take good care what you have bestowed them.

What would you gift?

The fact that I started writing on 'the gift' deems me to give it hands down to the blessing of losing yourself to the versatility of music, of the things it can do to you. And like the fusion of two of the best things, it would be the duo of immersing yourself into the moments when the rain god presents herself and augmenting it with the vivacious listening spell that you have bound yourself into.

Who am I?

I have seen your anger

I have seen you being rash

I have seen you being irrational

I have seen you lash

I have seen you as an arrant rogue
I have seen you being loved
I have seen you being used
I have seen your devotion

I have seen your fondness

I have seen you happy

I have seen you helpless

I have seen you punish 'em

and when you've let 'em flourish

I have seen you threaten

I have seen you tremble

I have seen you being blamed

I have seen you being wanted

I have seen you change, 

forms and shapes, and,

I have seen your resolve

I have seen you repent

I have seen you cleanse

I have seen you calm

and I have seen you cry

I have seen you being bullied

I have seen you betray

I have seen you in pain

and when you loved in vain

However...

You are unlike the humans around,

You never fake.

In all, I have seen all of you.

Who am I to you, dear rain?

Forgiver

Rain, my dearest!

I forgive you.


Yours ever,
Forgiver

P.S.: Apparently, my 200^th post!