I opened my palms
And showed them to Life
See, I said, I have nothing
Except the treasure that the lines
Drawn therein by my fate
To give to you!
Is it not enough, whispered Life
What did you think I expect from you
Gold and diamonds?
Notes and coins?
Assets and societal status?
Pray, these are not that which cause in me
Existential bliss!
What would you expect from me then Life?
I asked, my palms still open
Why, I would prefer to see you seeing through me
I would prefer to see you focused on the necessary
On my aim towards all individuals
On my real essence
On my real purpose
My truth
My cause
I would prefer to see you questioning me
And seek to be immersed in my hidden wisdom
Yes, I would prefer to see you seek for the secret pathways
To bring yourself to a point of cosmic exalt
Such that you do get to decipher my puzzles
And reach a stage whereby you do give me a hand
In being!
Then, I shall keep these palms open
I said, both relieved and resolute at the same time
I shall keep them open
As I intend to do just as you said
I shall keep them open
As I intend to accept all that you give
I shall keep them open
So that you accept the hardships that I shall go through, for you
I shall keep them open
So that you do see the extent of my allegiance towards you
And of course,
Value it!
Life became silent and faced me
Her face was like mine
Worried and stoic
As if, we were both sisters,
Engaged in serving and ruling
And knew, very well,
How painful is the load of such a burden
As it weighs over our shoulders!
Life sighed and I breathed in heavily
Then, still stoic,
We both went back to our toils!
Saturday, 23 December 2017
Wednesday, 20 December 2017
If I am to be~~~
If I do have to touch the shimmer of stars
It will have to be by your side
Free and light
My heart would fear not any crumbling
As it would know that your strong arms
Are around!
Pray, if I do have an aim in life
Such remains to be the part that completes you
As your inner force, your drive
Your peace, your haven,
Your secret garden,
From which you would pluck fruits
As you do deem it best to!
Why, can you hear it, the soft notes of the flute
The soft notes celebrating love
The soft notes which have been cut and shaped for us
As the radiance of our love
Outshines everything else about life
From its frugalities to its most precious needs!
If I do have to define a place for myself in this world
Such remains in the very depth of your heart
There where ivies remain evergreen
There where the moon glows brighter than the sun
As it has to celebrate, all the time,
The intermingling of our souls
Our souls, full of zeal for each other!
Pray, if I am to be,
It will have to be as your most prized chattel
That which you would both need and seek for
Whether for survival needs
Or merely to gaze at with pleasure!
Yes,
It will have to be by your side
Free and light
My heart would fear not any crumbling
As it would know that your strong arms
Are around!
Pray, if I do have an aim in life
Such remains to be the part that completes you
As your inner force, your drive
Your peace, your haven,
Your secret garden,
From which you would pluck fruits
As you do deem it best to!
Why, can you hear it, the soft notes of the flute
The soft notes celebrating love
The soft notes which have been cut and shaped for us
As the radiance of our love
Outshines everything else about life
From its frugalities to its most precious needs!
If I do have to define a place for myself in this world
Such remains in the very depth of your heart
There where ivies remain evergreen
There where the moon glows brighter than the sun
As it has to celebrate, all the time,
The intermingling of our souls
Our souls, full of zeal for each other!
Pray, if I am to be,
It will have to be as your most prized chattel
That which you would both need and seek for
Whether for survival needs
Or merely to gaze at with pleasure!
Yes,
If I do have to touch the shimmer of stars
It will have to be by your side
Else, everything about life would be void
And best would it be to be thrust into the dark matter
The dark nether
That which exists as inexistence
Beyond the realms of the highest subtle powers!
Monday, 18 December 2017
The swells gave way~~~
The swells are way too burdensome
My frail heart, with its weak arms
Won't be able to hold on
They shall give way
And then, those swells shall flood in
Everywhere and drown everyone!
The swells, though, know how to pretend
To be tamed
So that easily I do get attracted to them
Wanting to play with them
Wanting to make myself believe that I am strong
Enough to hold them in place!
The swells, roaring louder as each second passes by
Cause my arms to wobble
And within minutes, to break
Why, the pain, unbearable
Shatters my whole self!
As the swells surge towards me
I just wish to be like them
Powerful, mighty,
Having the ability to destroy
Invoking fear in others!
Pray, the feeling of conquering is awesome
Made of the same essence as the swells
I flood in every nook and crook of Earth
Enjoying the moment of submerging and possessing
Knowing that, after my passage
The scenery shall no more be same!
Somehow, the bells of my conscience do ring
Somehow, I try to swallow these in my gulps
Why worry about that which we have no notion of?
My frail heart, with its weak arms
Won't be able to hold on
They shall give way
And then, those swells shall flood in
Everywhere and drown everyone!
The swells, though, know how to pretend
To be tamed
So that easily I do get attracted to them
Wanting to play with them
Wanting to make myself believe that I am strong
Enough to hold them in place!
The swells, roaring louder as each second passes by
Cause my arms to wobble
And within minutes, to break
Why, the pain, unbearable
Shatters my whole self!
As the swells surge towards me
I just wish to be like them
Powerful, mighty,
Having the ability to destroy
Invoking fear in others!
Pray, the feeling of conquering is awesome
Made of the same essence as the swells
I flood in every nook and crook of Earth
Enjoying the moment of submerging and possessing
Knowing that, after my passage
The scenery shall no more be same!
Somehow, the bells of my conscience do ring
Somehow, I try to swallow these in my gulps
Why worry about that which we have no notion of?
Sunday, 17 December 2017
If life was a mystery novel~~~~
What if life was a mystery novel
And we, mere characters,
We fill its pages with our quests,
Our everyday toils,
Our desires, our dreams,
Our ambitions, our secret yearnings,
Our hidden crimes, our obsessions?
Pray, if life was a mystery novel
Having as aim, the solving of our own puzzle
And bringing us to the solution
As subtly as it can
By having us go through our transitions
Our phases, our moods,
Our aging, so that the mystery unfolds
The moment we realize our true nature
The moment we close our eyes to this world
The moment we shed off our skin
And fly, like Tinker Bell,
To the land of the great Pan,
Where meant we are to enjoy our existence,
As long as Existence itself
Would be?
Why, if life was a mystery novel
I would certainly choose to be a tragic heroine
One who makes of herself a mystery
Aiming to have others read me
And conclude about me
Till I do reach my grand awakening!
Pray, a mystery novel, a tragic heroine,
Going about my many steps
By slowly waltzing in solo
To the sweets tunes of the flute
Dancing and uncovering the puzzles of life
As easily as does a juggler
When performing for the nth time at a Broadway Show!
Pray, if life was a mystery novel,
I would have surely chosen it to be
One imbibed with adventure on the one hand
And love on the other
All trapped in a snow globe
Which would get shaken, from time to time
By the one hand which rules us all
Meaning to have us immersed in our duties
So that we do get to appreciate its power!
Why, life, lived thus,
Would weigh lightly on our souls,
Life, lived thus,
Is sure to have a happy ending!
And we, mere characters,
We fill its pages with our quests,
Our everyday toils,
Our desires, our dreams,
Our ambitions, our secret yearnings,
Our hidden crimes, our obsessions?
Pray, if life was a mystery novel
Having as aim, the solving of our own puzzle
And bringing us to the solution
As subtly as it can
By having us go through our transitions
Our phases, our moods,
Our aging, so that the mystery unfolds
The moment we realize our true nature
The moment we close our eyes to this world
The moment we shed off our skin
And fly, like Tinker Bell,
To the land of the great Pan,
Where meant we are to enjoy our existence,
As long as Existence itself
Would be?
Why, if life was a mystery novel
I would certainly choose to be a tragic heroine
One who makes of herself a mystery
Aiming to have others read me
And conclude about me
Till I do reach my grand awakening!
Pray, a mystery novel, a tragic heroine,
Going about my many steps
By slowly waltzing in solo
To the sweets tunes of the flute
Dancing and uncovering the puzzles of life
As easily as does a juggler
When performing for the nth time at a Broadway Show!
Pray, if life was a mystery novel,
I would have surely chosen it to be
One imbibed with adventure on the one hand
And love on the other
All trapped in a snow globe
Which would get shaken, from time to time
By the one hand which rules us all
Meaning to have us immersed in our duties
So that we do get to appreciate its power!
Why, life, lived thus,
Would weigh lightly on our souls,
Life, lived thus,
Is sure to have a happy ending!
Wednesday, 13 December 2017
In the furore of confusion
Encaged in a closed space
Where the walls are made of moving gases
Thick and opaque
I try to understand how I reached there!
Hoping not to end up suffocated
I breathe in and out in a relaxed manner
Telling myself that it must all be a dream
Why, I, who have always revered freedom
How am I to survive in such a closed space?
The gases move and twirl all around me
I grope with my hands and try to find an opening
A door, a window, something
To simply allow me to walk out
And never look back!
But no miracle happened
I deemed myself as being doomed
To spend the rest of my existence
Such
Encaged, suffocated
Blinded, struggling
Seeking freedom!
Pray, is life not such
Are we not encaged in our bodies
Limited by their abilities
Blinded by the veil of ignorance
Suffocated by the weight of our duties
Freedom lies there where the limits of what we do seem are
Freedom lies there where the limits of what we do claim to know are
And the limits of what we do claim to rule are
Freedom comes, but we have to walk our way towards it
Sitting and waiting for it to come would be of no use!
So I kept my head lowered down
And walked to where my feet wanted to
Trusting my inner intuition
I walked and walked in the midst of the twirling gases
Even if these tended to get thicker and thicker
I walked,
Faith bent, knowing that somehow,
Someday, I shall meet the gates of freedom!
Where the walls are made of moving gases
Thick and opaque
I try to understand how I reached there!
Hoping not to end up suffocated
I breathe in and out in a relaxed manner
Telling myself that it must all be a dream
Why, I, who have always revered freedom
How am I to survive in such a closed space?
The gases move and twirl all around me
I grope with my hands and try to find an opening
A door, a window, something
To simply allow me to walk out
And never look back!
But no miracle happened
I deemed myself as being doomed
To spend the rest of my existence
Such
Encaged, suffocated
Blinded, struggling
Seeking freedom!
Pray, is life not such
Are we not encaged in our bodies
Limited by their abilities
Blinded by the veil of ignorance
Suffocated by the weight of our duties
Freedom lies there where the limits of what we do seem are
Freedom lies there where the limits of what we do claim to know are
And the limits of what we do claim to rule are
Freedom comes, but we have to walk our way towards it
Sitting and waiting for it to come would be of no use!
So I kept my head lowered down
And walked to where my feet wanted to
Trusting my inner intuition
I walked and walked in the midst of the twirling gases
Even if these tended to get thicker and thicker
I walked,
Faith bent, knowing that somehow,
Someday, I shall meet the gates of freedom!
Saturday, 9 December 2017
Mystical Cupidity
Pray, eyes closed, in the silence of the night
I see,
Deserts filled with hungry kisses
Deserts vibrating with the dance of the oases
Deserts ruled by love and its royal stature
Eyes closed, in the silence of the night
I see,
Stars, shedding off their mystery
And reaching out to me
To fill my curiosity
With the depth of their expanse!
Eyes closed, in the silence of the night
I can only breathe in and out
Repeatedly
Pray, I am made to be submissive to existence
Somewhere, some sort of power rules over me
And to this ruling power
Have I bestowed in full allegiance
My beating heart!
Eyes closed, in the silence of the night
I try to calm the frenzy that burns in me
I yearn to see what shall be the next gift bestowed on my palms
Yes, from misery to pleasure
I am ready to bear with it all
As I have proclaimed loud and clear
To be enslaved to it
Through the many games of love!
Eyes closed, in the silence of the night
I clench my fists tight
Pray, the journey of Earth may be long and tiring
But it shall come to its end
Though such a thought loads me with sorrow
Pray, I am simply impatient to see what lies at its borders!
Why, eyes closed, in the silence of the night
I pick up my pen
And let me hand dribble on my paper
Dribbling whatever it wills
As I trust the guidance of my muse
As the blind does trust their walking stick!
Eyes closed, in the silence of the night
I see other worlds,
Worlds laden with so much bliss
That once there, one does completely forget about Earth!
When courage fills me up and I manage to open my eyes
I lift my paper
And read this poem
Which I do share with you!
I see,
Deserts filled with hungry kisses
Deserts vibrating with the dance of the oases
Deserts ruled by love and its royal stature
Eyes closed, in the silence of the night
I see,
Stars, shedding off their mystery
And reaching out to me
To fill my curiosity
With the depth of their expanse!
Eyes closed, in the silence of the night
I can only breathe in and out
Repeatedly
Pray, I am made to be submissive to existence
Somewhere, some sort of power rules over me
And to this ruling power
Have I bestowed in full allegiance
My beating heart!
Eyes closed, in the silence of the night
I try to calm the frenzy that burns in me
I yearn to see what shall be the next gift bestowed on my palms
Yes, from misery to pleasure
I am ready to bear with it all
As I have proclaimed loud and clear
To be enslaved to it
Through the many games of love!
Eyes closed, in the silence of the night
I clench my fists tight
Pray, the journey of Earth may be long and tiring
But it shall come to its end
Though such a thought loads me with sorrow
Pray, I am simply impatient to see what lies at its borders!
Why, eyes closed, in the silence of the night
I pick up my pen
And let me hand dribble on my paper
Dribbling whatever it wills
As I trust the guidance of my muse
As the blind does trust their walking stick!
Eyes closed, in the silence of the night
I see other worlds,
Worlds laden with so much bliss
That once there, one does completely forget about Earth!
When courage fills me up and I manage to open my eyes
I lift my paper
And read this poem
Which I do share with you!
Thursday, 7 December 2017
Knock Knock!
Knock, Knock!
Who's there, whispered I to the shadows?
It's me, Life,
I have merely come from the abode of the highest subtle powers
To see how you are faring!
Oh, Life,
I am fine,
I act as you deem me to
I behave, I follow rules
I please myself with your frugalities
I try to take less of you and to give more
I, according to me,
Am faring quite well!
Knock, Knock!
Who's there, whispered I to the shadows?
It's me, Love
I have merely come from the abode of the highest subtle powers
To see how you are faring!
Oh, Love,
I am fine,
I live both with you and without you
See, I love everything about you
I accept all that you give with open palms
I submit to you, kneel down in front you
Swallow my gulps for you and even forsake my freedom
I love you, Love!
But then, I do live without you
As I have not yet found you
You, in the guise of a man,
Ready to complete me
And to form, when united with me,
The perfect representation of the Ying and the Yang!
Knock, Knock!
Who's there, whispered I to the shadows?
It's me, the mystical side of Life,
I have merely come from the abode of the highest subtle powers
To see how you are faring!
Oh Mysticism,
I am fine,
I am constantly drowned in your essence
I need you, actually, to be able to carry on with my life
Without you, I would have lived a void life
One bent solely on acquiring,
On feeding and on pleasing myself
While carrying out my duty
Till my body, all worn and spent
Would have released me
So as to allow me to be in another!
But, with you accompanying me,
I enjoy existing
As I just know that somehow
I am kept safe and protected and that somehow,
Better things lie in wait, somewhere
Somewhere which my mundane eyes can perceive not!
Knock, Knock!
Who's there, whispered I to the shadows?
It's me, your own muse,
I have merely come from the abode of the highest subtle powers
To see how you are faring!
Oh Muse,
I am fine,
Though I keep yearning to see you
To feel you, to talk to you
As I wish to know of your essence
Are you Godly? Or are you ghostly?
Whichever, I care not,
As the words which pour out of my soul
Are what I consider as being tokens of mercy
From your generous essence!
Though, muse, I would request you
To never ever leave my side
As without you, life becomes as stuffy
As being encaged in a glass coffin
While being alive, and being seen by the rest
As being dead!
Knock, Knock!
Who's there, whispered I to the shadows?
It's a new day!
See the bright sun shining in the azure skies
See the clouds lazy around
See the opportunities and the blessings that accompany me
Open your eyes
And pray, do live me!
Who's there, whispered I to the shadows?
It's me, Life,
I have merely come from the abode of the highest subtle powers
To see how you are faring!
Oh, Life,
I am fine,
I act as you deem me to
I behave, I follow rules
I please myself with your frugalities
I try to take less of you and to give more
I, according to me,
Am faring quite well!
Knock, Knock!
Who's there, whispered I to the shadows?
It's me, Love
I have merely come from the abode of the highest subtle powers
To see how you are faring!
Oh, Love,
I am fine,
I live both with you and without you
See, I love everything about you
I accept all that you give with open palms
I submit to you, kneel down in front you
Swallow my gulps for you and even forsake my freedom
I love you, Love!
But then, I do live without you
As I have not yet found you
You, in the guise of a man,
Ready to complete me
And to form, when united with me,
The perfect representation of the Ying and the Yang!
Knock, Knock!
Who's there, whispered I to the shadows?
It's me, the mystical side of Life,
I have merely come from the abode of the highest subtle powers
To see how you are faring!
Oh Mysticism,
I am fine,
I am constantly drowned in your essence
I need you, actually, to be able to carry on with my life
Without you, I would have lived a void life
One bent solely on acquiring,
On feeding and on pleasing myself
While carrying out my duty
Till my body, all worn and spent
Would have released me
So as to allow me to be in another!
But, with you accompanying me,
I enjoy existing
As I just know that somehow
I am kept safe and protected and that somehow,
Better things lie in wait, somewhere
Somewhere which my mundane eyes can perceive not!
Knock, Knock!
Who's there, whispered I to the shadows?
It's me, your own muse,
I have merely come from the abode of the highest subtle powers
To see how you are faring!
Oh Muse,
I am fine,
Though I keep yearning to see you
To feel you, to talk to you
As I wish to know of your essence
Are you Godly? Or are you ghostly?
Whichever, I care not,
As the words which pour out of my soul
Are what I consider as being tokens of mercy
From your generous essence!
Though, muse, I would request you
To never ever leave my side
As without you, life becomes as stuffy
As being encaged in a glass coffin
While being alive, and being seen by the rest
As being dead!
Knock, Knock!
Who's there, whispered I to the shadows?
It's a new day!
See the bright sun shining in the azure skies
See the clouds lazy around
See the opportunities and the blessings that accompany me
Open your eyes
And pray, do live me!
Wednesday, 6 December 2017
To be Real!
Why do I have to wear make up
Straighten my hair
Lose weight
Wear the latest trends
And of course walk in heels
If I want to be noticed by men?
Why
Men don’t do as much
Men remain all natural
Men remain real
Men indulge in beer
In cigarettes and in
Greasy food
Men have a bulging belly
Men
Yes,
Men can afford to be themselves
While
I, have to look out of this world
I, have to look plastic
I, and all of my sisters
Have to appear all perfect!
Pray
Has the society not gone too far?
Has the society not crossed its limits?
Media and technology
Do help shape the feminine body
Media and technology
Can make me look like a goddess
But is it the real me?
Is the real me not
A being living upon the beats of a frail heart
Is the real me
Not subject to be human
To look simple and humble
To be prone to put on weight
To want to eat some greasy food as well
To want to look natural
Without having my face stuffed with make up
To walk like a lady
Yet, to walk about comfortably
In sneakers
Or flats?
Why?
Why should I hide my pimples
Why should I hide my wrinkles
Why should I make as if I don’t have stretch marks
I am, before being a woman,
A woman judged in a man’s world
A woman analyzed from head to toe by the men
I am,
A child of the universe
A child having been created to be as such
A child meant to be as I am
Real
And down to Earth
Real and
Asking naught but to live and to be let
Asking naught but to be accepted
The way I am!
I am not a doll
I am not an object of plastic surgery
But neither are those men
Those men who think that I have in me
Everlasting powers to keep them interested and aroused!
Why
In this world here, everything is subject to change
See how easily a day turns into night
See how easily the caterpillar becomes a butterfly
See how easily a seed becomes a fruit
See how easily the clouds turn into rain
Why
So am I, a being made to be as I am
A being, subjected to Time!
Thursday, 30 November 2017
Cradling my soul
My soul sought out to feel fulfilled
Swirling in its own microcosm
It did feel that something was amiss
So, it cracked open its eggshell
And managed to crawl out of me
Seeking to feed itself
With all the pleasures that the world would offer!
It first went to a pond
Where, for the first time ever,
It saw its own reflection in the water
Why, is that it?
It wondered out loud
A body meant to grow, to age
To be taken care of, to feed,
To bathe, to beautify
Solely to shed it off at some point in time?
Dejected, it chose to mingle with humans
Why, seeing the veil of ignorance over their vision
Seeing their attachment for the pleasures of the flesh
Seeing their devotion to a world, so uncertain
It chose to hide itself in shadowy places
In places where none would be able to reach out to it,
For, humans, it would seem,
Lived to enjoy while denying the suffering imposed upon them!
Its heart pulsating with pain
It chose to knock on doors where religion was practiced
Only to discover that nothing was there
Nothing except the need to be imbibed with a sort of mindset
One in which life was given meaning
Life was made bearable
Life was ascribed rules and regulations
Why, shall it ever feel fulfilled here?
It then chose to immerse itself in the sparkling show of starlight
Which offered itself to it
There, on a high cliff where the winds whisper
And the moon sings
While creatures of the night dance
But
Still, it was met with silence and emptiness!
Is that it, whispered my soul, is that all this world gives
False pleasures and emptiness
Bidding one to lose one's divine connection
Bidding one to be more and more tangled in the unnecessary,
In sin,
So that one gets trapped and enslaved to it?
Why, what is it that feeds on our needs?
What is it that feeds on our negativity?
Pray, pitying my soul,
I chose to cradle it up to my bosom
As if it were a frail child
Listen, whispered I to it
I've already seen the impending doom that hangs over us
I've already felt the emptiness
I've already conditioned myself to accept my fate
Know that here, neither you nor I shall feel fulfilled
Know that to be fulfilled
You shall have to wait for when ropes shall be thrust upon you
To cling on, to be lifted there, where bliss and fulfillment prevail!
Here, emptiness and gloom reign
See, even the world revolves upon its own misery
So pray, when you feel like you need to find fulfillment
Just open yourself
And allow the melodies of mystery to invade your whole self
Till shall come the time to welcome that glow you seek for!
Swirling in its own microcosm
It did feel that something was amiss
So, it cracked open its eggshell
And managed to crawl out of me
Seeking to feed itself
With all the pleasures that the world would offer!
It first went to a pond
Where, for the first time ever,
It saw its own reflection in the water
Why, is that it?
It wondered out loud
A body meant to grow, to age
To be taken care of, to feed,
To bathe, to beautify
Solely to shed it off at some point in time?
Dejected, it chose to mingle with humans
Why, seeing the veil of ignorance over their vision
Seeing their attachment for the pleasures of the flesh
Seeing their devotion to a world, so uncertain
It chose to hide itself in shadowy places
In places where none would be able to reach out to it,
For, humans, it would seem,
Lived to enjoy while denying the suffering imposed upon them!
Its heart pulsating with pain
It chose to knock on doors where religion was practiced
Only to discover that nothing was there
Nothing except the need to be imbibed with a sort of mindset
One in which life was given meaning
Life was made bearable
Life was ascribed rules and regulations
Why, shall it ever feel fulfilled here?
It then chose to immerse itself in the sparkling show of starlight
Which offered itself to it
There, on a high cliff where the winds whisper
And the moon sings
While creatures of the night dance
But
Still, it was met with silence and emptiness!
Is that it, whispered my soul, is that all this world gives
False pleasures and emptiness
Bidding one to lose one's divine connection
Bidding one to be more and more tangled in the unnecessary,
In sin,
So that one gets trapped and enslaved to it?
Why, what is it that feeds on our needs?
What is it that feeds on our negativity?
Pray, pitying my soul,
I chose to cradle it up to my bosom
As if it were a frail child
Listen, whispered I to it
I've already seen the impending doom that hangs over us
I've already felt the emptiness
I've already conditioned myself to accept my fate
Know that here, neither you nor I shall feel fulfilled
Know that to be fulfilled
You shall have to wait for when ropes shall be thrust upon you
To cling on, to be lifted there, where bliss and fulfillment prevail!
Here, emptiness and gloom reign
See, even the world revolves upon its own misery
So pray, when you feel like you need to find fulfillment
Just open yourself
And allow the melodies of mystery to invade your whole self
Till shall come the time to welcome that glow you seek for!
Wednesday, 29 November 2017
Eyes Closed
Eyes closed,
I let my mind take me to the land I rule
There where everything is as I want it to be
There where crocodiles cower as I walk by
There where clouds yearn for the power of my kiss to fly to Earth
There where, as compared to Earth,
Everything is as it seems to be!
Eyes closed,
I relax my shoulders
And smile at nothing in particular
Living with little requirements is blissful
Living with no expectations is heavenly
Living by obeying the rules of fate and
The wills of the skies
Is stabilizing!
Pray, eyes closed,
I let my mind do as it wills
Even to the extent of having my cheeks turn crimson
As images pour down on my inward vision
Images I have chosen to ban
But images which remain hovering over my head
As if they have been stitched to my heart!
Eyes closed,
I breathe in harshly
And clench my fists tight
While trying to calm the frenzy that is in me
Pray, there in my world
As I rule with gentleness and compassion
Everything is as I want it to be
Yes, everything that makes up my own cosmos
From mighty crocodiles to subtle clouds
Everything acts according to my own will!
I let my mind take me to the land I rule
There where everything is as I want it to be
There where crocodiles cower as I walk by
There where clouds yearn for the power of my kiss to fly to Earth
There where, as compared to Earth,
Everything is as it seems to be!
Eyes closed,
I relax my shoulders
And smile at nothing in particular
Living with little requirements is blissful
Living with no expectations is heavenly
Living by obeying the rules of fate and
The wills of the skies
Is stabilizing!
Pray, eyes closed,
I let my mind do as it wills
Even to the extent of having my cheeks turn crimson
As images pour down on my inward vision
Images I have chosen to ban
But images which remain hovering over my head
As if they have been stitched to my heart!
Eyes closed,
I breathe in harshly
And clench my fists tight
While trying to calm the frenzy that is in me
Pray, there in my world
As I rule with gentleness and compassion
Everything is as I want it to be
Yes, everything that makes up my own cosmos
From mighty crocodiles to subtle clouds
Everything acts according to my own will!
Monday, 27 November 2017
Riddling Obscurity
Once, as I stood and stared at the stars
Totally lost in their splendor
There appeared in my hands
A parchment paper
On which was written
My life as I had lived it till then!
As I tried to make out what to do with it
There appeared in my hands
A pen
Write it as you want it to be
Whispered the winds
Write of your life as you want it to happen henceforth!
My grip shook and I bit my lips hard
So hard that a trickle of blood ran down my chin
Pray, am I supposed to write of my own life
Is it not cheating
Why, if I be allowed to write of such
May it be so for the rest of the world!
Write of your life, whispered the winds again
You have the opportunity to
The rest of the world will not be given this chance
But you do
Immerse yourself in the splendor of such
And write whatever you wish to!
My grip failed me as my hands turned shaky
The pen fell on the dark soil and I slumped down
Feeling like I am a huge mess
I won't write anything, whispered I to the night sky
I won't write anything simply because I remain in love
In love with the power that willed me to be
In love with its mercy and its harshness upon me
In love with its pricks and its thorns
In love with its mystery!
I choose not to adhere to this boon of it
I choose, rather, to wait,
For what it will thrust upon me
And to live it all with a smile plastered on my face
As a token of proof of my love for it
Whispered I to the winds!
The winds shuddered and the night shadows trembled
The stars danced and the cosmos became alive
The piece of paper disappeared from my hands
And I was left with nothing but the sounds of the winds
Swishing past me!
Relieved, I smiled
Knowing that the power that governs it all
Has accepted to test the might of my love
Why,
I shall not fail it
I intend not to
For I live for it!
Soothed, I chose to sit and stare at the stars once more
Knowing that someday
I shall be there, by the side of the power
That allows them to birth!
Totally lost in their splendor
There appeared in my hands
A parchment paper
On which was written
My life as I had lived it till then!
As I tried to make out what to do with it
There appeared in my hands
A pen
Write it as you want it to be
Whispered the winds
Write of your life as you want it to happen henceforth!
My grip shook and I bit my lips hard
So hard that a trickle of blood ran down my chin
Pray, am I supposed to write of my own life
Is it not cheating
Why, if I be allowed to write of such
May it be so for the rest of the world!
Write of your life, whispered the winds again
You have the opportunity to
The rest of the world will not be given this chance
But you do
Immerse yourself in the splendor of such
And write whatever you wish to!
My grip failed me as my hands turned shaky
The pen fell on the dark soil and I slumped down
Feeling like I am a huge mess
I won't write anything, whispered I to the night sky
I won't write anything simply because I remain in love
In love with the power that willed me to be
In love with its mercy and its harshness upon me
In love with its pricks and its thorns
In love with its mystery!
I choose not to adhere to this boon of it
I choose, rather, to wait,
For what it will thrust upon me
And to live it all with a smile plastered on my face
As a token of proof of my love for it
Whispered I to the winds!
The winds shuddered and the night shadows trembled
The stars danced and the cosmos became alive
The piece of paper disappeared from my hands
And I was left with nothing but the sounds of the winds
Swishing past me!
Relieved, I smiled
Knowing that the power that governs it all
Has accepted to test the might of my love
Why,
I shall not fail it
I intend not to
For I live for it!
Soothed, I chose to sit and stare at the stars once more
Knowing that someday
I shall be there, by the side of the power
That allows them to birth!
Sunday, 26 November 2017
Between Santa and I
Dear Santa,
I've been overly good this year
Yes, I've kept myself solidly attached to my duties
I've smiled and been kind
I've swallowed my pride
I've forgiven
I've opened my arms to shelter the needy
Dear Santa
Do I need to show you my conduct report?
Dear human imbibed with poetic imagination
I will surely come around
I will surely give you a magical Christmas
Just remember to let your front door ajar
So that I may just drop by
With what is due to you!
Pray Santa
Tell me, what is it?
The child inhabiting me
The child I still am
Is yearning to know!
Dear human
Do keep it a secret
Come, come closer
I shall tell you
I have for you, Pandora's box
It shall be up to you to choose
Whether you wish to open it or to keep it closed!
I have for you, a hot air balloon
With which you shall have the possibility to fly
All over the world for free
And see if you can do so in less than eighty days
I have for you glittery sparkles of dust
Using which you shall be able to discover other worlds
To recount of these to the rest of humankind
So that they do get imbibed with faith and hope
I have for you, a magic wand
Which you shall use to tame the world
To make it such a one as you deem best
Such a one, cured and breathing!
Dear Santa
Thank you, thank you so much
You have surely listened to the beats of my heart
You have surely glimpsed at the depth of my soul
These are exactly what I need!
I shall keep some biscuits and some coffee for you
Please do know that I shall keep on being good
So that I do get to enjoy more of your amazing gifts
As the years shall go by!
I've been overly good this year
Yes, I've kept myself solidly attached to my duties
I've smiled and been kind
I've swallowed my pride
I've forgiven
I've opened my arms to shelter the needy
Dear Santa
Do I need to show you my conduct report?
Dear human imbibed with poetic imagination
I will surely come around
I will surely give you a magical Christmas
Just remember to let your front door ajar
So that I may just drop by
With what is due to you!
Pray Santa
Tell me, what is it?
The child inhabiting me
The child I still am
Is yearning to know!
Dear human
Do keep it a secret
Come, come closer
I shall tell you
I have for you, Pandora's box
It shall be up to you to choose
Whether you wish to open it or to keep it closed!
I have for you, a hot air balloon
With which you shall have the possibility to fly
All over the world for free
And see if you can do so in less than eighty days
I have for you glittery sparkles of dust
Using which you shall be able to discover other worlds
To recount of these to the rest of humankind
So that they do get imbibed with faith and hope
I have for you, a magic wand
Which you shall use to tame the world
To make it such a one as you deem best
Such a one, cured and breathing!
Dear Santa
Thank you, thank you so much
You have surely listened to the beats of my heart
You have surely glimpsed at the depth of my soul
These are exactly what I need!
I shall keep some biscuits and some coffee for you
Please do know that I shall keep on being good
So that I do get to enjoy more of your amazing gifts
As the years shall go by!
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