A vocation

An adventure that's you

An anxiety that's you 

A prayer that's you 

Oh my child 

I have taken 

A holiday from life

To hold on / to let go

Every  dawn upon the decision 

I munch  thoughts in tears 

To put behind the dealt derision

That led to the infliction of  fears 

The habits of agitating over the past 

The wont of  bursting in cries

To let go of myself 

To severe the unwanton  ties 

Slowly upon a revelation 

I waft up in an understanding 

There is no letting go 

Atleast  to a certain reasoning 

Upon the  crevices of a wretched soul

The flickering light dawns

It is not me , it is about them

An understanding arrives

I let go of their faults 

Its their's to bear

Till now weighed upon my soul

A regrettable wretched strife 

All animosity disappears

My feelings float a past

In eternities perpetual bliss

Though only for while

Written for

Friday Writings #149: The Joy of Walking Away @ Poets and Storytellers United 

Soothing Balms

Sometimes the snow in a far of land 

Sometimes the rain near me 

Sometimes the dewy morning rays

Amd sometimes the cool evening breeze

Sometimes the starlit night sky  

Sometimes the pale waning  moon

Sometimes the morning mountains 

And sometimes the evening shore

Sometimes reading a book

Sometimes  a poem being read would do

Sometimes a melody

And sometimes writing one too

Sometimes a smile on your face

Sometimes a good word too

Sometimes the kindness in your eyes

And sometimes the awareness of your love too

Friday Writings #147: What soothes you?

@Poets and Storytellers United

Substitutions

Someone's life

Another one's dream

In between an author

Providing substitutions

Friday Writings #146: Substitutions

@Poets and Storytellers United 

Lightly Flavoured Memories

 

What was it 

again my mind strays

Trying to figure

that mysterous ingredient 

with which she cooked 

That which touched my palate

and made the memory 

a long yearning 

To make it again

I still try to figure 

whilst making the same recipe 

a dream to make it right 

What was it .......

there my mind goes astray again

Written for 

Friday Writings #145: Dreams and Memory

 

The difference

Myriad suns have set and risen

The silence follows 

Do I make a difference 

I ask myself 

A myriad moon have risen 

And again my heart dips into the abyss

Could I make a difference 

I ask myself

Relentlessly the ocean hits the shore

The salty wind breezing past into oblivion

Should I try to make a difference 

I ask myself 

With no one near and none to judge me

I cry my lungs out on the mountain top

Whether I make or not a difference 

I tell myself 

Written for 

Friday Writings #144: To speak up or stay silent?

The unsaid

Summer

The flowers exuding musty fragrance 

The head reeling in woody summer breeze

The brows bearing , squinting 

The harsh rays , the body shrivelling 

Before the fireball mellows into beautiful hues

Autumn

The granneries filled wary of days ahead

Beautiful now and stepping down slowly 

Knowing time to blend in soil

Knowing the time coming 

To stay still

Winter

That which is not said

Remain suspended in the mist

Sometimes warmed by the breath 

And then turning into drops 

Falling warmly on the chest

Spring

And when endless waiting 

In eternity ends for a while

The heart of the kernel breaks

Giving away everything that could be held

Knowing everything would return in time

Little things matter, I think so

 

I had lost time and paths 

That could have lead me differently 

Or I think so 

But for now I see the little glistening grass 

And I think beautiful 

I'll begin by noticing them

I have hurt many 

I could have done differently 

Or I think so

But for now a little smile for the one before me

And I think beautiful 

I'll begin by doing so

I have judged many

I could have done differently 

Or I think so  

But now a good word 

And I think beautiful 

I'll begin by doing so

Ive acted foolishly and been embarsssed

I could have done differently 

Or I think so 

But now I accept myself 

And I think beautiful 

I'll begin by doing so 

I have been things a many regretting 

I could have done differently 

Or I think so 

But it could not have been any different

I'll see them someday beautiful 

Starting now by doing so 

Friday Writings #136: “begin by doing small things”

Another dream

Timeless sky

And a lonely me

A scorching sun

In sands of a desert

Endless sea

The waves hovering

But if for company

A star, an oasis, a ship 

A dream true 

It shall be 

ORIGINAL--     When it seems and not

 Melting in the timeless sky 

horizon lonely and shy

Saw nothing

but the leaves fallen dry 

Walking in the scorching sun

passing through the desert land

Saw nothing 

but only the glistening sand

Wading through the water

sinking in the endless sea

Saw nothing

but the waves hovering in glee

Then hopes sprung

of what is seen

and what it seems

And the heart sung

An oasis in the desert

A ship in the sea

A star in the sky

As dreams can be

But certainty a darn thing

when doubts start creeping in

Was that all of dreams

lasting just long as it seems

The star a jinxed one

The oasis an illusion

The ship a shark

Still thoughts in confusion.....

                                                               

Written for Friday, July 12, 2024

Friday Writings #135: Less is More

 Depend only on the divine providence - always.

The I that I think I am 

are my intentions 

The I that you  think I am 

are my reactions

And when I realise

all about this

I AM  lost

 

A wise man once said

" I am not what I think I am , I am not what you think I am, I am what I think you think I am. "

The pause

April you scorch me 

My throat dries up 

Sitting in ac at 17

I still sweat

I think the gas is leaking 

I blame the plumber

The electrician 

The annual maintenence a waste

A pedestal fan directed towards me 

And my colleague who is also 48 

We both blaming everything we 

Can lay eyes on 

Something like a fever yes I agreed 

The others - yeah it's hot 

Getting hotter every year  

Being said every now and then 

But they do look cooler than us 

I call my aunt with doubts 

Yeah dear she says the climacteric often 

causes such havoc , 

Oh this is midlife crisis 

The next day I conveyed the same to my

dear colleague who always concurs to my views 

Haven't we been blaming poor April 

And every other possible 

While the fault lies in our timeline 

We decide upon the making 

Asparagus racemosus supplements 

Into our diet

hope it helps 

Written forFriday Writings #123: April

Impressionable minds

It has  always been her 

I was moulded by her thoughts 

And started life 

dreaming through  her eyes 

How impressionable a mind 

was mine like every  child's 

She showed me stars and

the promises of Christmas night 

she taught me that there was

something good and something not so 

saw her love towards life 

Her appreciation of art 

Her generosity and kindness of heart 

How considerate a human can be

How just a woman can be 

Yet I saw the other side of her too 

How she struggled with her life 

How she fought a futile strife 

For a woman of her strength 

Yet to be but subservient 

For so far a woman shall rise

On my impressionable mind

It has always been her 

Whether for better 

Whether for worse

My beloved and most 

Dearest  mother 

Written for Poets and Storytellers United Friday Writings #116:Lasting  Impressions

 Sometimes there is a deep quiet waiting for words, like waiting for rain in a parched land, like the exhaustion of a tired soul waiting for a gentle breeze to wash away it's pain, sometimes there is an emptiness that can't be explained. 

The Veil

To let go of fear yet still some lingering 

To hope the best even when the tough is not get going 

To want for more and still a guilty trip riding 

To look back and forgive yet somewhere  regretting 

To believe a fuller life than I know of doing 

To give love even when I know not of what I am talking 

To make promises though I keep breaking 

To give vain hope even when  I could never be fulfilling 

To pray for the good of others even as  them I keep hurting 

To be of service yet a return expecting

To be sorry  for all that and again it doing 

Are these the rights in some of the wrongs 

Or the wrongs that could never be right 

To know the answer and yet pretend I didn't know anything