A SALUTATION TO THE GURU.
I was born with eyes.
You gave them a perspective.
A vision of life.
I was born with hands.
You showed, when to extend the palm.
Or form a fist, as per the demand.
I was born with legs.
You acknowledged me with the difference of,
A stride, a sprint and a stand-by.
I was born with a head and a heart.
You taught me to walk the tight rope of balance,
Between the head and the heart.
I was born a body.
Your spanks and sermons,
Showed how to sculpt ‘Me’.
AN ODE TO MY PROCREATOR.
Holding the eraser for assurance.
You extended the pencil to me.
You didn’t dictate the definitions,
But waited patiently for me.
You never erased, instead slashed the mistakes.
“Mistakes showcase your endeavours,
Corrections, your learning ability.”
You would say.
You were my mighty Hero,
Unlike the ones the world described.
Your care didn’t harbour dependency.
As your flaws,
You never camouflaged to hide.
“We are all Humans in the making”.
You would profoundly say.
Your unconditional love.
Your emancipated care,
Helped me become and grow.
My Begetter. My Alma Mater.
To you I owe. To you I bow.
DID YOU ENJOY THE SHOW?
At dawn, the sky was painted with Sun’s soft glow.
Her dreamy eyes watched it with visuals of the future,
Playing before the innocent eyes.
The Sun travelled to the zenith,
Hot, heating and burning bright.
Running and rushing to fulfill her dreams.
With wet temples, feet sore, she lost the pace of time.
The Sun had now descended. It was twilight.
Her creased body noticed the grey sky.
Saddened at this juncture.
Her eyes flooded, longing for the white sky.
Pouring, until the sunlight was nowhere in sight.
Drained. Laid on her back, she heard a voice call.
“So did you enjoy the show?”
Dazed. She retorted, “Show? What show?”
“The Sun’s show! Playing right before your eyes.”
Jolting out of the trance she replied,
“But I was in my show.”
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY.
You aren’t a person or a relation.
You are an Emotion.
A prayer in elation and depression.
Even the healing and strengthening Mantra chants fade.
When one utters the word “Maa”.
The hind head fallen over the back,
The pleading eyes, stared.
The outstretched angular arms,
Called to the wide, hide sky.
Before the towering almighty.
For years, every hour each day.
The lips recited praise-filled hymns,
Begging and trading, filled the prayers.
But the deity stood still and unmoved.
Now the hopes began to shatter.
As the beliefs began to shudder.
Came a sermonic voice from outside.
“Gods listens to all. It’s just a matter of time.”
Hopeful, she resumed counting the rosary beads,
Reciting God’s name time and again.
Unheard yet. Came again an advice.
“May be this isn’t enough? Circle around him on knees,
Not on foot but on the knees!”
The penance, yet ineffective.
The God stood deft and unmoved.
The grey strands now fall over the tired eyes,
The unheard prayers have flipped the pages of time.
Hopeless, broken, slumped in doubt.
Now came a voice from inside.
“Is your path to seeking him, right?”
Awakened!
She yet again, stared at the wide, high sky.
Not to trade, praise or beg.
But to announce,
“She shall seek the God inside.”
DARKNESS.
I am dark.
But I don’t defy light.
I am omnipresent.
But I don’t belittle the finite.
I am dreaded.
But generating fear is not my type.
I am mystic.
But I am not disguised.
I am absolute.
And not an outcome of tries.
I am Darkness and not light!
A note to younger self.
If not now, then when?
I have watched you grow.
I have felt your woes.
I have seen your cries,
And also the dimples on the side.
The challenges you posed,
Also, the ones you didn’t show.
I have witnessed your struggles with shortcomings,
Hidden under the pretense of know-it-all.
The never ending battles of Me vs. World.
Some you won and some you lost.
I have seen your body bloom,
Also, the inner child, who resisted growth.
I have seen your confusions, constant hops,
From left to right and right to wrong.
All in all, I write to the inner child.
A note, to tell.
I have felt and watched you always.
Hence, never feel ignored.
Crevices Of Hopelessness..
The moon stayed.
Stayed for long. Really long.
The tiring wait,
Blurred the vision,
Shrunk the heart.
The weakened winks,
Now breathless, lost hope.
Hope to see the light.
Watch the sunrise.
The moon lingers for a bit more,
But finally the sun arrives.
The sunrays knock at the windows of eyes.
But Alas! The eyelids stay shut.
Not responding to the awaited light.
Why? What happened to the hope filled eyes?
Did the long slumber of wait, push the quest,
Into the deep crevices, away from light?
Poetry is my go to waters. For relaxation. To dive into solace. Unlike the fast paced prose reading, while reading poems, I hold on to the emotion, ponder over the theme and ruminate over the essence.
“Sublimina”, a poetry anthology by Digant M Trivedi was a perfect pick to unwind. The term “Sublimina” is coined by the poet, personifying Sublime. The 127 poems contain various themes of love, life, beauty, death, happiness, punishment and many more. Hence, the variety of poems cater and comply with the varied moods of the reader.
An excerpt from one of my favorite poem, Death of Socrates.
“…..My quest is mine alone.
As time and people have shown.
The only cure for me,
Is to drink and be free……”
Besides the unusual choice of subject, the poems are outstanding in usage of profound words. The impact is immediate. The rhyming scheme, and the use of meters makes them an ideal for recitation. The tales are laced into the poetic fabric beautifully. You may just not want to read them but recite them too. They will delight the ears.
Another interesting poem, “The Horseman” poignantly gives away the message metaphorically, that however far the horseman may ride into the deep woods, his sins shall outrun him. Conveying the sublime message, to resolve issues and not escape them.
I can mention many more as my favorite. The book is filled with such great poems.
For all the bibliophiles and for all in the making, this book is a must read.
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Before a mirror
VANITY – Here you are. Looking like a queen!
MIND – Stunning! And what about the feel like a queen?
EGO – Allow the Romantic prospects to serve you