Thursday 17 March 2011

The Journey

I stare at the crisscross patterns of my shirt…. 
I look into the warp and woof of my sail in the tide of time….
I look deeper and deeper into my own reflection…


Till I see myself in a hundred colours…
I am caught in the mirror maze…
And all my reflections are distorted… 
One is staring at the vast blue ocean,
The other is jumping in the park… laughing 
While one wipes her tears seated on the sullen bed….
The other runs in the forest depths,
One’s swimming with cheerful dolphins…
While the other running away from howls of dark night…


But I cannot see my present self…
I cannot see my stand right now…
I see my aspirations, dreams and past replaying…
I’m wired in an ambiguous mesh….
Of uncertainties, of bleak hopes and blur images …


The world around me spins, 
Faster and faster , in a crazy whirlpool of thoughts….
Till I’m blown to an abrupt end, 
Of stark silence,  
And white space all around
There is nothing but bare whiteness….
No boulder, no rock,
No flower, no trees,
No cry, no laugh….
No start, no end…..
Only a void….


And somehow I see my present state, 
I see my reflection in the static bareness….
I smile at myself….
Close my dreamy eyes…
Drown myself in the ocean I create ….


The rumbling waters enter my ear,
The dolphins cry out their presence, 
The stubby corals tickle my feet….
And I try to enact the sea-lion’s swim…
As I gently swim to the surface and float…
The sun meets the sea… and sea unravels its secret beauty…
The waves form a billions pearls in symphony…
But I cannot walk into the sun…
Though its invitation lures me,
The pearls gently brushing over me ….
I struggle to the shore,
Turn my back and walk into the unknown….
Walk into the deep dark woods….
Walk into uncertainty…


The night sets in….
The dense forest awakens the silent monsters of the day….
The moon shines hesitatingly…
It hides all vision, 
And reveals only a little…
The stars just gleam as false hopes….
The night is long…
Never-ending  and testing…


And my journey wearied….
Yet, I walk…
Walk past all difficulties and miseries and the
Disdainful night….
Trying to reach for the end, 
For I know 
Transience wins over all….
Cold winds will warm again…
Howls of night will turn into chirps of daylight….
Hollowness of dark will be filled by colours of light…


Breaking the barriers and cages of today,
I’ll free myself from the barbered wires of gloom and dismay….
I’ll fly into the vast open skies….
Glide through the rainbow slide….
And awake to a new day……



Sunday 13 March 2011

Withered feathers of sacred shadows.....

In the distant lost islands
Of forbidden speech…


Expressions murmured into lips
Of unspoken truth…


Swept into the strangled warfare
Of thoughts and words…


Human entity camouflaged 
Into its outer realms…


Entangled in conscience…
Bound by the rusted chains of fear
Of humiliation…


Silenced by truth 
Held by strands of realization…


Words no longer remain words…


Distant, dreaded, blackened anonymity 
Confronted…


Dusted tornadoes of past 
Washed by breath 
Of transience…


Expressions take form…
Moments of scattered weariness 
Flow into the waves of intimacy….