One Image, Multitude of Possibilities

And there is a seed under the ground about to sprout

to come to life or remain latent?

And there is a feeling in my heart about to express

to unveil in my eyes or remain inside?

And there is a hesitation in my fingers about to disappear

to hold the air carefree or remain careful?

And there is a shilly-shally in my eyes about to survey intently

to gaze with wide eyes or remain at corners?

And there is a festival inside me about to celebrate

to invoke the goddess or remain waiting?

And there is a lightness in my hair about to settle

to flow with the breeze or remain stationed?

And there is a tradition in my attire about to find fashion

to bring back the old or remain in transition?

And there is ruddiness in my look about to blush

to surrender myself or remain blossomed?

The wall won't stand

This wall is ours. Built on our silence and Standing on our desertion

Stacked one over the other, the bulky rocks of rugged granite

Cemented by pain and touched over by blindness

Tall enough to comfort your back. Long as much as my sight

On your side, the Sea, the sand and the shore

The waves ever so dancing and the breeze ever so musical

On this side, the wet road snaking the wall and showing the way

The green tall trees ever so caring and ever so protective

The wall does its thing, separates our worlds

or, so we think. or, so we plan

who can stop the music of waves from regaling the leaves

who can stop my skin from feeling the sea

Come the shower from the clouds, the mist from the breeze

They all do their part hugging cajoling the wall

See that green mold, the brackish tint on our wall

Count your steps, I count my steps on our different ways

Behind your back and just in my sight, the wall is gone

Where is the wall? its the fallen leaves, the mold and the sand

Imposters in the sky

I stare into the sky from my window in this quiet night

Where are the stars I wonder

The depth of sky still visible without stars

Is it my eyes that can see so deep?

Is it the silence that knows no bounds?

Are the clouds in the sky that give me sense of vision?

Or the clouds in my heart that guide me into the depths?

Stars are absent but imposters yes, they mimic those twinkles

Do I rely on these imposters 

Nay, I see through them

Its the imposters that tell you the depth of sky

Should I make do with this tinsel ?

May be I should, without their help how can you see what’s real

I am still awake

The eclipse is gone, the night has dawned

And in a while, night will also go

but I am still here watching the optics play and rest

Who is heavenly? Who is unwavering?

clearly, its me!

The sun, the earth, the cosmos - you just play your games

It is dark. Who is consuming the darkness?

Its me!

Give me a moment, the darkness will be gone

Will it be gone because I consumed it?

Or may be you gifted me a moment, so it will go

will it be gone because it had to go?

Or may be I have to gift you light, so it will goi

is it the destiny of darkness to die

Or may be its your fate, you can’t hold darkness like I do, so it will go

It is vast, the vacant spaces and free thoughts

Its mine

In a moment, all of it will be occupied

Don’t take my moment or the spaces will be gone

Will it be gone because you occupy the vastness?

Or may be you snatched the moment, so it will go

Will it be gone because it had to go?

Or may be I have to lose my openness, so it will go

Is it the destiny for eyes to be occupied

Or may be its your fate, you can’t keep free spaces, so it will go

Hugging

I stand tall pretending to stand level with you
spreading my wings wishing to take you in my arms
and in one deep breath, i take it all
you, the greeny vast mounts
and your bluey sky tinted by the evening sun
the drizzle, your scent on my skin
and I feel your breath in this breeze
I take it all in one deep breath
and you clasp me all to your bosom
the rocks below my feet have melted
the worry of a lifetime on my head is vanished
my arms stretch cosmically
as you hold me in thrall and I lose myself in you.

What next?

There is no action left. The storm has passed.
There is a deafening silence and heedful ears all around
Soul is pregnant with sentences waiting to flow
The field with muddy brown is yearning for naked feet to kiss
The porous clouds stare wearily as they lose status to peeping Sun
The skin shall feel the elements yet again. Play; yet again
That can’t happen before tears of survival are shed
What is lost to the storm is lost in time but etched on heart
It shall remain heavy till the burden is shed in death
Pretentions are waiting in wings to play viability guides
The guile craft shall not die. The pretentions will again fly
Me too should pretend. How else can I hold on to life?
No, my heart shall stay tender
Land a blow one more yet again
But this heart shall stay tender.
For, what is this breath that fools the air
For, what is this blood spurious in its color.
Unfeigned, these eyes shall look. Unhindered these feet shall move.
For, what is this survival guided by the guiles of the nether world.

words - the magic is not mine

There is a glow on my face and it’s not my joy
I radiate these words, there is no sign of night
The trickery, I don’t glitter my words
These are yours. Own them before its late

There is a prick on my skin and it’s not skin-deep
I bleed these words, there is no sign of clotting
The magic; I don’t bleed my words
These are yours. Would you care to collect?

There is a feeling in my heart and it’s not my feeling
I ooze these words, there is no sign of halt
Witchcraft, I don’t ooze my words
These are yours. You will sense someday

There is a wound on my soul and it’s not healing
I breathe these words, there is no sign of death
Sorcery, these are not my words
These are yours. They will reach you anyway

The books are drowned and it’s not my cyclone
I salvage these words, will your storm pass?
The story, I don’t rescue my words
These are yours. You have to house them from rains

There is a spell on my mind and it’s not my doing
I think these words, the thoughts don’t cease
The intellect, I don’t mouth my words
These are yours. They will cast a spell on the world

A new ravine

A new ravine between where I want to be and where I am 

The more I peep into the ravine, the deeper it comes to be

The walls smooth slippery, basking in the setting sun or is it rising sun

Grass is greener under my feet and its rocky on the other side

Rainbow in the endearing sky behind my back showering me in all its colors

But I keep staring at the rocks on the other side

Birds chirp around me, singing perhaps only for me

And I have my ear to the ground listening to times gone by

The fine drizzle kisses my cheeks and the breeze tousles my hair

As if trying to lift me to the clouds

The fluttering flowers and jostling leaves near my ears

An orchestra perhaps, the setting is a feeling to behold

But I shout out. Nay, I cry to the other side of this ravine

The reply holds me in rapture – just my feelings from the other side

And I think, was it the echo talking back to me

The voice of my feelings or was it rocks mocking my cries

Stay I could on this comfy side of ravine

Pluck I could - the fruits and drink I could from the skies

But this is not where I want to be

This ravine between where I want to be and where I am

There is adrenaline rush in my body for the rocks I see

To leap and reach the other side of ravine

What about the uncaring rocks that I want?

It is the care that does not die. Affection that just grows

When the times were stormy, it is these boulders that held me

The enchanting eyes that melted my rock like heart

The boulders embraced me and saw my heart bare

The warmth of these cold rocks – magic in itself

The warmth is what I long for – I wanted to give back

And as I hugged my dearest rocks to show intensity of my attachment

I tottered; the boulders rolled away

And taunted me, “I deserve more than this”

Roll, I could not. Chase I could and I did

The more I chased, the faster the rocks rolled

Now I learnt the art of rolling to roll with the boulders

Freely falling and playfully dancing

But before I know, this ravine between me and my boulders

This new ravine between where I want to be and where I am.