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
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
Anger plays anaesthetic
Numbing my senses
Making me insensible
It throws me out of balance
and catapults my senses
to the outermost circle
of perception
It tethers me to an uncertain pole
Things seem to move slow,
but in an eye's blink
I spin out of control
It morphs my senses
and shows it to me
as a stranger to my own self
I do not realise that I must reflect
I pause but I am blank
I cannot reason my existence
I forget and cease to feel
I am quiet and exhibit reticence
beyond levels of acceptance
And I give in and sizzle with chaos
when anger plays me
If realisation has come now
I wonder...
how long will I take
to anaesthetize anger
~ 28 Jun, 2022
When I exercise
my body weeps profusely
in sweet gratitude
through each skin pore
Like how we break down
and pour our heart out
spontaneously,
when we are waiting
for someone to ask about us,
and that thoughtful someone
comes by and checks in
on our deep pain
~ 29 Apr, 22
The morning east sky now looks
blanched and pale blue
waiting for the orange yolk
Fifteen minutes ago
it was pinkish yellow
like yellow in the traffic lights
signalling us to be ready
Half an hour ago
it was a splendid pink
announcing the arrival
of the mighty sun
It all looked like someone
pressed their palm against
a torch's white light
and then revealed it.
~ 28 Apr 2022
When my twelve year old son says
'Limit your visits
I would not like to be seen with you'
When to ignore and when to take cue
When to cry out loud when to reflect
When to act ignorant
And when to act arrogant
It's the same son
to whom I was once
the apple of his eyes
Now he looks at me
as his provider and not a parent
~ 20 March, 2022
In my living room
boys aged ten and twelve
spoke so matter-of-fact about
teen-pregnancy and termination
and with so much gumption
The elders too listened
without reprehension, and
not a single being thought
it was impudent to discuss
about who was the cause
Not one in the house
judged, blamed, or cursed
the pregnant being for
such an act of promiscuity
There was just sympathy.
Everyone's exclamation must
either be, what's with this family
and how such insanity, or
oh! what amazing adults
and how so progressive!
But, neither is true.
Not that we are people
who are absolutely carefree.
We were discussing
about our cat so puny, and
whatever maybe the adversity
we'll take good care,
in all our capacity,
of cats named 'Chi'.
~ 13 Mar, 2022
I always try sugar as an antidote
for something that is spice
But overtime, I realise that
it must be time
in place of sugar
In the park, I was walking over
my thoughts, my botherations
and at one point, my heart,
unable to bear anymore,
felt it would just burst
What's the antidote?
If it's sugar for spice
then, for sorrow it's pleasure...
Pleasure of sweet soothing talk
with my friend.
But I could not,
for such was my urgency
What could then be
a substitute?
How about bamboo?
Along the park's pathway
for every crossing, I ran my palm
over the trunk of
a well-grown bamboo that's
strong, pleasing, and sweet
And with every passing
step and minute
my thoughts were getting clear
like clarified butter: it seemed
to share a part of it's power...
Though I knew it was always
time that's the healer,
for keepsakes, I collected
a piece of bamboo,
to remember and treasure
And named it
a piece of pleasure
~ 07 - 11 Mar, 2022
From a child to parent,
how much sledging
can a sane mind bear
until it breaks down?
Sledging, done in retaliation
to a parent's disciplining
Worst of times,
the mind even thinks
if the mud-slinging
done in disdain
is imagined or real, or
if it's worth the pain
How many cycles
of bend, break and build
do I endure
Until it gets totally insane
And until I say...
Do it to the him!
Not me!
~ 06 Mar, 2022
A mighty mountain
is built everyday
grain by grain
by sun and rain, and
by rest and resistance
So, everyday,
work bit by bit
nourish yourself with
food, water, and rest
and put yourself to test
06 Mar, 2022
I've been up since 3 am
And three hours later
When there was enough light
to see the spirited trees' at sight
happy and waving hard
at the merry wind outside
I know not why, but
I was dozing off, when
I must be wide awake
for every sound that was made
my heart would skip a beat, and
my body would tremble and shake
~ 06 Mar, 2022
