Category: words in wilderness

Astonish

Astonish
Astonish

Time and again, rummaging through the deepest sore

Yearning for tomorrow, you have destinies galore….

You strive forever, distancing from the crowd

To focus more on the fight, to uncover the shroud.

 

It is here, it is now;

As you witness the surmounting waves

Your one last chance remains……

Just this one ride, this exodus from the past

Astonished you will be

At how much of you sails…..

 

The furnace….

No, it isn’t ours
They told the Goddess….
And thus retraced their steps,
Away from the furnace.

They devoured childhood,
Innocence and depravity.
Their smiles belittled…..
All vicious and hedonist profanity.

Till adulthood crept
With silent fangs….
And hissed away
All cheer and pangs.

Now they did not crave
For trees and blossoms
Or kites galore….

The Goddess ventured
To peep into their souls once more

She offered them derision,
Despise and rebellion.

They said it was theirs
To own, possess…..
To feed the raging fire
To blaze the furnace…..

– Shalini.

March…

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It is March,

The month of her Spring,

When a soothing cold breeze…

Whiffs away the demons within.

 

It is March,

The season of her smile,

When every flower beckons at her with…

A promise divine.

 

It is March,

The return of her being,

When gushing daisies…..

Rustle and bespeak perforce,

Words of true love.

 

It is March,

The echo of her soul,

When valleys smile…

Enamoured by her will,

And demure persistence.

 

— Shalini.

Nothingness

No,

She will not disappear into nothingness…

Her new found glory,

Is here to stay…

No,

She will not just be,

A beautiful rose,

In the pathway around your dwelling…

No,

She will not just be yours,

To fondle and love,

 

She will be the brightest moon

In the dark, night sky

The blazing Sun,

In the cold, winter morning…

 

She will be,

The mast,

The anchor,

The pivot…

 

She will be…

The air that you breathe…….

 

 

A chance encounter……

Upon a chance encounter,

A secret hermitage,

Astounding calm,

Despite the seething rage.

 

She warily looks within,

Like the subtle moon….

And stands besotted

As if in a swoon……

 

For inside the thatch,

She discovers another self–

Bent in prayer

A divine smile,

Cocooned in a shelf.

 

Is this her second being,

Long lost and forlorn….

Is this where she had been

Through trials and storms……

 

The hermitage was hers

And she had never known

Raging battles in the wild,

That is how she had grown.

 

She can sit beside the other self,

And pray a little awhile–

For tempests to surrender

And till the rainbow would smile.

 

Upon a chance encounter

This secret hermitage,

She would return to again

Because she now knows the way

Full well….

Among the wilds and the rain.

 

 

Uniform

Let us, for once

be everything but Uniform….

Let us, for once,

Look into each other’s eyes

and break every norm……

 

I have walked in queues,

And fought in squadrons….

I have withheld all love

Looking around for patrons……

 

Uniform and substantial,

Full of acceptance,

I have denied all caress…..

Looking for substance.

 

Let me for once,

Look into your heart….

Let me not pretend,

Be  unhindered and stark.

 

Let me not be uniform,

Let me step out of line….

Let me look into your eyes,

Deep and sublime.

Uniform

 

 

 

The storm…..

No, not yet.

I shall not reel under the pressure. The winds are cold, they bite into the very entrails……yet I hold on. The mast on my tiny ship seems to bend and stoop…..and I’m angry at it. There are others I have to feed, many who depend on the hope I nourish within. I have to stand tall and I have to stand erect. I have a ship to steer, a mast to hold on to in the storm, a sail to mend every time the storm ravages it.

No, I am not going back from here. To keep intact my sanity, I look up at the sky, then at the few smiling faces at the other end of the ship……….Oh, I’m stronger than them.

I swell with pride, I am their reason to smile.

As for me, I have to hold tight lest the storm gets the better of us. This storm outside is better than the one that rages inside……inside, yes, I dare not look there.

To admit, to confess, to go deep down into my tormented soul needs courage.

Because the concentric layers would unfold a tsunami……..impossible for any enormous and well managed ship to bear.

But here it is my ship I talk about, that has been tossed into the wild wild sea, where fathoms below lies a web of spirits, waiting to gobble us up the moment we sink a little.

Hence I write this while the harsh unruly breeze rummages through my rough hair.Just so that I know later when the storm has died that I had held on firmly, alone and strategically tough.