Category: words in wilderness


via Daily Prompt: Distant

It is a wonder how our lives transform every waking day. The changes are obstructed from our sight and senses.This is a very powerful word and could mean the world to a receptive soul or mean nothing to a carefree spirit. When we walk in the realms of life, its prismatic views and images, we are confronted with a myriad of emotions. Some of these leave an indelible mark, forever etch themselves on our souls.

It is like you leaped into the sea and got so carried over with feverish strokes that you had no time to ponder how far you are from the shore. Only when you pause for breath in between, you realise that the shore is so far away. And you get that sinking feeling. You wonder if you could make it back to the shore with the same rhythm and energy. No, you cannot. You do swim back, full of lethargy and the loss you have been feeling. You return back to a different stretch of the shore and lie down heaving heavily, gasping for breath.

Now, imagine a relationship where you have swum with similar ease and dexterity. You are so much engrossed in going deeper each day that you don’t realise how the crutch has disabled you from walking on your own. Very soon, as the crutch is removed, you feel distant and this word hits you in all magnanimity.

And as you struggle each day to stand on your own, this word becomes so much a part of your system that you inadvertently derive infinite strength from it. This word becomes your elixir and you like a phoenix, emerge from the debris, scarred, renewed…….’distant’.



She is all this,
And she is more

The forest,
That lays bare beneath her feet;
With dense undergrowth
And the clear patch.

She has been the wild creeper
And the nonchalant drooping bough.

The clear path
And the uneven pebbled road.

She has been this forest
Sometimes unyielding,

Do we?

Did the Sun get to know?

When the Sunflower turned away

Even when

It continued to brighten up

Every alley, every day……..


Did the wind get to know,

When the resilient tree stood still

Even when

It blew mighty strong

Through every forest, every hill…….


Did the rain get to know,

How a sparrow was undrenched

Even when

It showered so profund

That every heart was flooded……


Do we,

In all the love we spread…….

Ever ponder,

On what was left undone

Which could have,

Blossomed, drenched or swayed

A thirsty soul yonder……..

It cannot be fathomed,

Through words and smiles….

Just how much love

Under the mask belies……


The dense dense forest

Does not reclaim

The sky’s vast 

and endless fame…..


The tiny tiny bird

That spreads its wings

Does not proclaim

The sky as its dwelling……


Sometimes the love

We hold inside;

Is for that sky

Which we, like birds

Cannot decide,

If it can be our cosy little nest

Or do we

Like dense forests ,

Do not let its pieces

Fall inside………..

The sky or the mist…..


And does her world end

Or does it begin here?

How is she to discern,

If it is the sky

Or the mist

She hides within the urn……


So she walks on-

Careful, not to stumble.


But this time she is sure

That she full well knows her way through

The deepest of the jungle,

Through every single lure…….


Voices, loud and clear

Music from distant shores.

A something stops in the track,

Holds her eye……

Till she turns away-

There are tracks galore……..



And is this the start,

Where all else ends?

And is this the threshold,

Where angels meet fiends?


She questions rapidly…..

And continues her charms-

On all that is denied,

To her tiny palms


Maybe this cloud ;

Is the one, she can

Mount and ride.


Maybe this dewdrop;

She can touch

And bathe awhile.


Maybe this time;

The moon,

Would let her

Be the shine….


Maybe, maybe…..

This one time she could be

The finest morning light…….


When you have mothered,

A miracle inside,

And, like the endless ocean……

Have held depths,

No one could ever surmise……


When you have ceased the rain,

And ripped apart storms…..

And, like the thunder,

Have deafened and rebelled

All that fettered you under……


When you have carved your name

In the wildest of the wilds

And like the lion

Have roamed fearless,

Cared little, of thorns and spikes…..


When you have been sublime

Among the lowliest tribe

And like a fragrant rose

Have enthused the world

While, within, you froze……


When you have been all this

and more,

and yet the grace you become remains,

You are a beautiful woman,

In every speck of your body;

Beauty reigns……



Has He held her?



To dance in the vale beyond,

She had to climb mountains;

To race alongside the west wind,

She had to race in rough terrains…..


They told her it would be an easy ascent,

That He would watch her over;

That if She left it all to Him,

He would certainly help her discover……


She climbs, anyway,

Not knowing where He is,

She runs fast, the path is near,

Not knowing where the end is…….


Has He held her all this while?

Is it just her whim?

She will find her answers soon enough,

When the lights are not so dim…..