Hark! The rhythm

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...

Sunday, July 28, 2019

The menacing grey

Intertwined within, 
both the good and the evil,
reside in each one. 
Ah! vague moral hues color
these souls, a menacing grey.


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Saturday, July 27, 2019

The flight of birds

Early dawn.
I hear the singing birds,
gliding, soaring, weaving
through the blue expanse.
And I wonder,
if they can
judge the kilometers they have flown?
Do they know the places like us?
Like Mandi. Hisar. Ludhiana!
Do they see the boundaries we have drawn on maps?
The directions, the longitudes, the latitudes,
do they know about them?
Or is it just a big brown earth for them?
Those primal beings,
are they on a flight of purpose,
or is it just an aimless trifle?
Mesmerizing. Breathtaking. Uplifting. Enlightening.
Small birds. Impressive flights.
Mighty contemplations.


Sunday, July 21, 2019

Forlorn

I stare at the blank black screen,
scroll through notification feeds,
obsessively check the settings for ringer volume,
scan the social media, frequently and regularly
scribble irrelevant notes,
patiently converting them to irrelevant poems.
Not a word. No message. No call. Not yours at least.
And then somewhere between dawn and dusk, I fall asleep.
Only to wake up. With your name on my lips.
I know you won’t be there but still I move over to your side.
Breathe in the scent of your pillow and lull myself to sleep.
Trust me, I have never felt this lonely before.

Daughter of hills

You see,
I was born in hills,
those lofty middle Himalayas
that hold untold sunrises
and that ring with life.
They exist.
And they hold this secret
of existence
in their core.
Beyond all struggle.
Beyond all death.
Beyond all beginnings.
Observing everything,
in its nakedness.
Staying silent.
Persistent.
Absorbent.
Continuous.
Mighty patient.
Impressively calm.
Even in raging chaos.
Savage at times.
Unrestrained and ferocious.
And since I was born in hills,
mayhaps I inherit
the wisdom of mountains,
their priceless blessings,
in my blood and soil.
Yes! I hold the mountains
within me
and the mountains
cradle my spirit.


Saturday, July 20, 2019

Seeking semblance

Ma!
May I lie down
and
rest my tired soul
in your lap.
Here I am,
weary, wobbly,
washed out with fatigue.
Oh! lull me to sleep
so that
the chaos outside
ceases to be.
Will some order,
a bit of sanity,
in my life,
through your prayers.
And cook me a meal
(a great fan of yours)
of strength and love
for I need both
as it is dark outside
and though I can
fight the clouds,
the eclipse,
now that’s something
I can’t fight,
at least not alone.
So ma, help me heal
and
help me rise.
Again.



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Wednesday, July 17, 2019

Test of gold

Broken, they fear death,
not knowing
the power they hold within.
To smile, rather than grimace
in adversity,
that’s the sign of a brave soul.
After all, the beautiful flowers,
bloom in dirt.


Tuesday, July 16, 2019

Journey of life

The journey of life,
an enthralling combination,
of strength and seduction.
The endless periods of development
before the blooming of flowers.
The spectacular window views,
humbling and glorious
winding ones filled with surprises,
set backs and gifts.
Big rocks to climb,
little ones to trip over and
milestones,
to mark where we have been.


Sunday, July 14, 2019

Skinny waist, fat thoughts

Skinny little waist, chiseled face,
taut and toned muscles,
the hourglass shape
that never-ending list
of presumably the perfect figure.
One never really fits in,
does not qualify
on the scales of beauty.
The exquisiteness
of heart and soul,
largely overlooked.
That skin-deep concept
equally cosmeticized.
The various versions of beauty,
the uniqueness of our blemishes,
the imperfections of being human
wilting and withering
in the race of looking beautiful.
Wonderfully made,
inevitably flawed
yet masterpieces,
in their own respects,
every single one,
craving acceptance.
Beautiful, you are.
All of you,
what and who you are.
Just believe and be.



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Tuesday, July 2, 2019

Wildflowers

Unlimited, infinite,
carefree wildflowers,
blooming in garden,
breathtakingly beautiful,
incredibly awesome.
Calm in chaos.