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 … Continue reading Uniform
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.
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 had known this all the while,
and wonder never ceased to be,
At how much pleasure
Could be derived
Only through the ‘Imaginary’.
There were footprints she had treasured,
Waves she had surmounted,
To chase the horizon,
Glorified and beckoning………..
And the wonder never ceased to be……..
Just how much pleasure
Could be derived
Only with the ‘Imaginary’
In the recesses of her mind,
In the birdhouses and holes in trees,
She has dwelt among the chirpings,
And flapped wings with
The sky’s travellers….
Yet, her wonder never ceases to be………..
Just how much pleasure
She can always derive,
By falling in love, everyday,
With the ‘Imaginary’
So at times, When the world wasn’t enough….. She flew among the birds in the sky And looked down upon the canopies Wondering why….. It took so long, To only spread her arms, Flap her wings And touch the sky……….
And thus the terrain, enchanted and bewitched……..ended.
She has walked for miles, barefoot, on the hard, wobbly gravel and never felt a pinch of the hurt.
But as the terrain withdraws into a butter-silk meandering path lined by lusty green foliage, every step hurts………
Such is the life we live. When the road ahead is stormy and beset with dire obstacles, a sudden gust of riveting energy enthuses from every pore and fills every molecule. This boundless wave can swing around the deadliest whirlpool and help you swim to the safe shore. But when the storm settles, even a tiny gust of dirt-storm can drop you face down with a thump.
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 … Continue reading She…….