Month: February 2015

WHEN I CALLED………

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I have called out once

In wilderness……..

Profound silence,

Abhorring sounds,

I have searched……

 

Days have passed

Voices in my head……

Thrusting echoes

Lamenting woes…..

So many pastures I have tread.

 

Leaves …..dry and pale,

Wake up and see

Whose feet has shaken their being

Trees would not have them back again……

 

I call out again….

and now the forest frowns,

Did I not know….

That spring has drowned?

 

No, I shall not return,

The falling leaves are

Dear to me……

 

I know that spring 

Has left your abode…….

I have met harsher  winds

That are yet to come your way.

 

 You have an entire world

Rooted deep within

Yet you look for seasons……

 

Wherewith shall I go then

To surmise a world

Dug up as deep……..

Flowered and leaved 

Even if only for spring………

 

 

 

 

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A lost child’s song………

Its late in the night

and all the blossoms have slept

I too wish to be cradled

Curled up, cosy and fed……

 

Its late in the night

and winds have begun to stir

I too wish to whisper

Flow free, go higher, descend lighter…..

 

Its late in the night

The concrete now is calm…….

Let me too be pacified

By the dark quiet balm…..

 

This night too will end

Like others it will give in……

Let me also surrender

To slumber and its whims……

Digging…….

It cannot be helped if words are your only refuge…….I have been lazing around since morning, trying hard to cope with the upheavals within. Just then I am reminded of the new saplings I bought from the nursery yesterday. I venture out in the balcony with my tools…..my gloves and the spade. Initially, I feel like backing out……..no…..this isn’t the right time of the day………I’m too late for the shower. I keep these voices at bay and go on……… Some planters need to be emptied…..there………I can see a plant rotting!!!!! Oh no!…….this is a whole day’s work!!!!

I try to back out yet again……….but my hands do not stop now. There is a feverish pitch……I am digging now with my hands….I need to uproot this one……the soil is contaminated with worms…….how could I not see this earlier???

Deep down its okay. I go on scooping palmful of soil………….Other planters too are taken care of…….the same way. I scoop out soil every time, even out the layers……place the new saplings carefully…….almost kissing them.

I’m overwhelmed….and I resolve to tell my ten year old once she is back from school what exactly the word “overwhelmed”  means………just yesterday I gave a curt reply and told her it means “too happy” ……….curt because she had left a mathematics problem to ask me this!!

I’m overwhelmed, at a little more ease with my voices…..they seem to have settled in the suburbs. Having swept and cleaned, I again and again admire my handiwork; the soul is so deeply enriched. Was that so easy?

All I had needed was scooping out after having dug deep, to make a new beginning even if there was rot.