seeking parallels!

the sky is today untamed
behind the clouds lies thunder
thunder that roars like the majestic lion
only it is in the vast wilderness of spaces, flying.
unrefined and running amok
i
t had poured the whole of last night
the rain had lashed furiously at the trees
they had groaned
and I had kept awake
while the mind was reeling
continuously weaving images
of the vast dark greys that hovered
lucidity of my thoughts
submerged within
the sound of falling rain.

now as the hours have spent themselves
staring into the sky
the clouds seem thinner and more veil like
though the roar is still there
only merged with the sound of the jet
That’s slicing through them
The clouds
one sound drowned in another
my mind seeks parallels now

like huge bales of cotton
they have been piled up in the western horizon...
the unseen hand is at it again
letting the sun rain down
its amber like beams this time
droplets of water glitter like rhinestones
on a foliage that’s so precious its like that awesome glittery gown
made from the fine rays of the sun
and the drops of water that remain in the air
the kind that only The Divine can create

the rain fairy has begun to wave her wand
the rainbow is here
so is that warmth!
a smile begins to slowly form...

Mother let me swim

Mother

Mother let me swim within the warm waters of your womb again.
Let me into the dark cavern of love.
Mother I know I must have caused you
much discomfort and much pain
But I came without any plans of my own.
You must have lain endless nights
without winks of sleep
while I slumbered within you, so deep.
You must have patiently held your hips
yet I am sure you had a smile on your lips.
O Mother knowing all this
I still would like to be within within that maternal world of bliss.
”How often, mom, you must have thought “when will be the end of this long wait?”,
mother I got to tell you this
“I too longed to be with you with baited breath.”
And then when you gently delivered me to the world
mamma, I came without the slightest of protests.
You were always concerned
I did not seem like the other infants.
I was your blue -eyed girl with pale brown curls
And soft white skin your child, a part of your kin
I was that little dream that had lain in your eyes
ever since you began to dream your self!

silence sweet and soothing...

Silence beckons me
once again
into her embrace
her warm caressing of my being
her gentle nudges to not think beyond
of what is as of now
no pondering, no lamenting
and no worrying
its all a waste of today
and the minutes of being in the present
Lets leave it to what’s to happen
for soon tomorrow will be here…
and I will know of what to do then.
Like my very best friend she holds me close
while I hear my breath against her chest
and feel the thudding of my heart…
she seeks me out of the mundane chores of the day
and takes me to be in the garden to inhale
the fresh fragrances of the plentiful blossoms that sit upon the stems…
she lends me her ears while I hear
the songs of the birds I adore…
the magpie robins and the tiny sunbirds…
its as though I am been held by the Divine Unknown.
The grass has got greener in the last few days
and the golden gaze of the sun seem less intense now…
in this silence
I can hear the sea too
as her waves come to kiss the shores
Creating that magical ‘shor’
An orchestra is being conducted
I can feel the music reverberating in my heart…
The cicadas, uninvited,
Never give way to the last notes of this symphony…
Silence with her silent steps melts into the dusky evening…
the soothing warm soundlessness bids me adieu

silence is deafening sometimes!

Sound of silence
the silence is deafening sometimes
you know
especially when the crickets relentlessly chirr outside in the tall grasses
and the rain falls intermittently on the rooftop
no conversation
no exchange of any sorts
just an inner dialogue me telling you
how its lonesome without you
words spoken to myself in solitude
words only i can hear
words that wish to convey i wish you were here
with me besides near..
these forlorn late night blues i am unable to any longer bear...
the silence is deafening you know
cos when i speak to you in my mind
no words return with a response back
just a incessant chirring of the crickets
and the relentlessly falling rain
sliding down the terracotta tiles...
the cicadas too shamelessly add to the screaming silence of the night...
making me feel even more lonesome
and desperately wishing
you were besides!

For my son!

For my son!

Sitting by your side sweet child

I watch you sleep

Watch how your chest does rise with every breath you take

Watch how your eye lashes look against your high cheeks

Long and dark

They form a lovely arc…

Its been long since I sat by your side

and realize how much I have missed this by and by …

once every morn I would come and lie with you besides

and wake you for school

kissing your face and gently rubbing your arms…

even in your sleep sweet son

you could easily charm

and disarm me unknowingly of all my little fears…

now when I sit and quietly watch

I sense the flight of the years…

sometimes unseen tears held within

the recesses of the eyes chide me and frighten me…

I know soon there will be a time

when you will grow restless and want to fly…

that moment will come soon

and am not sure if I have readied myself yet…

but sweet child of one thing I am unafraid

a thought that my love for you is deep

residing within my core

my soul will always upon you bestow

its feelings of complete joy of knowing

that you began from within me

and will sail into the tomorrows

always fearless and always sure!….

let the words flow

When can you decide to write a poem, my friend...?
Poems happen on their own...
They are like the rain
The storms or a bright beautiful morn
they can also be like an ache in the heart ,
a dull feeling after parting from one's sweetheart!
They can be the smile on a child's face
or a toothless grin of an aged mom.
They can be like the arms of a lover
or a firm handhold of a friend ...
They just happen on their own .. .
anything written for the sake is just deliberate prose
posing as a poem
Write, my friend, when there's sumthing that touches you deep
something that makes you weep
and you just cant stop the words ...
like i write now
Cause a beautiful thought is making me smile
yet making me sad within
the dam would start to come apart if i tried to hold them in...
Those words that are more than what they mean!
Write then when the moon reminds you of someone near
or when the sky with its infinite blues
helps you get rid of your own blues...