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Wednesday, June 7, 2023

Wind rider

 The blinding flashes of the lightning do not quell me..

The thunderous skies for me are drum-rolls and melody...

I ride over the clouds, rocking and rolling all the way...

The wind rider I am, the wings in my heart hold the sway...


Twisters and terrible tornados have no hold over me...

Storms and gales fill my soul with adventurous glee...

Alone I am enough to conquer and rule the vast sky...

The wind rider I am... In my splendor, undaunted, I fly...


Tuesday, February 22, 2022

A dawn ... a medley ... a view... and a few words...

 The golden rays played a game of hide and seek with the clouds so white…

As they quietly crept along their way on to Gaia enveloped in a dark night…

A sleepy Terra rubbed her eyes, rested, and sated in mirth and glee…

A merrily speckled sky, with bright glimmers and mighty clouds, to see…


She beheld a promise of a glorious sun full of nourishing bright light…

And of nurturing water from the clouds and their thunderous might…

Assuring them of a creation that captures their heavenly essence…

She sprang forth in a colourful medley of green and florescence…

Sunday, June 20, 2021

The eve of the Crone

 On she walked in the dreary realm - feeling death and fear...

watching saddened weary lives, toiling for those they hold dear...

knowing about the morrow - seeing the futuristic bleakness again...

a curse of being a seer - helplessly unable to hinder strife or pain...


Cheery voices she heard about - wafting with sweet fragrant aroma...

sounds of laughter and gaiety - piercing the veil of deathly trauma...

the mirth sparked a strange feeling in the nearly heartless crone...

some blissful freshness amidst agonizing wails in melancholic monotone...


stopping in her tracks suddenly, the Crone veered off her well trodden path...

seeking the source of the glee, that pierced her soul's protective rath...

She saw some young souls huddled around a great cooking hearth...

In a tiny alcove tucked neatly behind a dark and dreary garth... 


The pure young souls were sharing many a bellyful of warm sustenance...

hungry souls were gathering about greedily seeking that ambience...

A wild temptation captured the crone's soul hitherto non-existent

In she walked into that twinkling brightness after a hesitant instant...


From her endless journey she begged off a few stray moments...

to assist and spend with those pure soulful embodiments...

Realising the importance of that instant - beyond all - so precious...

Time stood still, savouring the lingering aroma of the food delicious...


That night, the ageless crone lived a million and more lives...

forming bonds that can't be cut or severed with earthy knives...

she found there some more like her, cloaked in smart disguise...

wizened beings imbibing those precious drops of paradise...


time moved on, ending the fellowship, helplessly unable to  linger...

though crone and the other wizened entities wished it were longer...

hesitant and sad, but aware of the inevitable eventuality...

they parted in the world though linked forever till eternity... 

Tuesday, October 6, 2020

She

She knows not anything beyond the walls holding her...

Sacred walls of subjugation, wrought with crippling fear... 

Bindings invisible and yet strong and constraining...

Locked in drudgery, constantly struggling and straining....


Dread as her master, she is a slave to her own trepidation...

Mute acceptance her stance and quiet subdued affirmation...

Freedom and acceptance a distant pipe dream long forgotten

Solitude the only witness to her poignant saga unwritten....

Monday, July 6, 2020

Shadow by the wings!!


 Work through the concepts... witness the audition…

Stand in the shadows… effect a perfect rendition…

When the final notes of the act the prima donna sings…

…remember… it is time to exit off the wings…

 

… lend the hand where needed… render them pert and ready…

… a living cue card always be… prompt every performer needy…

… a knot, brush, stich or a pin … a helper there where necessary…

… the pat on the back, the invisible hands that hoist or carry…

 

… ere the applause begins…  get set for the next flight…

… a bow in the shadows… beware of the passing limelight…

… do, be done and disappear… never a backward glance…

… melodramatics floods the stage… flee while there’s still a chance…


Monday, June 29, 2020

The elderly highness

He cannot see far ahead, his vision has grown blurry and weak
He tries not to think of the morrow, it seems empty and bleak
Staring into nothingness, he smiles, at a long forgotten heyday
A hazy image of someone jaunty and jubilant all the way

Joints cracking with every move, shuddering visibly at every hobble
hunched and twisted, in a body that once stood tall and able
In the abode which bore witness to the youth, beauty and mirth
His undead cadaver awaits a release from the bonds of the earth...

Saturday, June 27, 2020

A walk to move on

Watching all the birds flying overhead...
The thorn and the rose - crimson red...
The grass green on which I softly tread...
The song deep and yet words unsaid...

Recollecting stories long forgotten and unread...
Life's veils, some to don and some to shed...
Memories of a long forgotten homestead...
Some backward glances ere the on and ahead...