Raining Monsoons...!

Glimpses…. A moment in time… a moment in truth
Momentous early showers droplets
Lashing through trees, striking leaflets, slicing through life.
A clump of trees, and a road winding
Eyes tracing droplets, tracing its purity unscathed till it reaches the earth.
Tracing the line of light enlightened like fine drops
Light travels faster… yet not faster than thought
In the flicker of an eyelash
Images rushing through... developed of yesteryears

Metaphors cavalcade at times… sensations gush, emotions surge
Through wringing words.. reigning passions to purge
Like the bursting of a blushing twilight before the monsoon
The collapse of the first drops on parched soil
Thundering forecasts of yesteryears.. lightening nostalgic prospects
All tied together within a single drop… the past, present and future…
Droplets of downpour.. a trickle of desire to torrential deluges!
The growth of birth and the aspirations associated
The love of mist augmenting, dewdrops drizzling, raindrops sliding
Momentous movements of hidden transparency through fragile diaphany to powerful obscurity….
Binding blind to a sense of blindness

The beginning of life falling through pure space.
Is life the descent, impure in its end, work done?
Or an ascent with closure ...
Perception of thought of knowledge of those yesteryears
Leaping back into future. Erasing and rewriting.. me and my self
Living the knowledge of falling in love and rising in person
Riding the crests of adolescence and troughs of maturity
Like monsoonal rains –
Selves waxing and waning through self indulged priorities!

Flow of Life...!

I have often watched the smooth flow of memory
Drifting through the paths of yesteryears
And when it does…

I think of those tomorrows
Which shall come as bright as daylight
Having traveled the dark dreams of the night

It is often that I shall think of today as yesterday,
Cherish those moments and let it linger on for a while
There lies the difference between now and then
NOW I have felt that grip of your palm and the warmth of your embrace
Telling me more than words sought in oral talk
It is THEN that the NOW envelops me and makes me feel the immense loss

Its just a question of time they say
Little knowing that with time the agony grow and with this the suffering too!!
Like the pain felt by the drop of water that runs down the slippery window
In full knowledge that it is slipping by – its own nature causing the nature of the pane

Like that drop of water we learn to flow
With the passage of time we learn to pass on with the longing
Learn to look at our face with the imprint of that which was experienced which hardened us
And softened our tears till there was nothing left in it

Seasons....!

It’s the cycle of nature.... of nurture....
Birth... growth and its future....
Its a similar cycle that happened at the turn of the millennium...
a cycle of search, research....
A cycle that experienced a growth, a maturity, a love and a sense of belonging...
A cycle that started as a need ... grew to a fondness and back to a need...
The needs being different though....
It was the seasons that nurtured this need...

Summer musings... Summer nights... warm and sultry....
a time to stare up at the see-through sky
We have done that often together... longing for openness
seeking the pole star amidst chaos and confusion
Fought and seen stars ...
sought pleasures amongst pressures.... high temperatures and hence low pressures....
Hurt and be hurt, knowingly and unknowingly
Felt the heat of the warm breeze and the tenderness of the need ... a need to conceal the minimum...
Summer was the starter... the pitcher... the drink that set us off...

Rains... Monsoons hit us... with storms
unleashing a wave of emotions... belonging, possession,
It saw the clouds of turbulence...
the pressures of flight and landing
Together we smelt the fragrance of seminal earth ...
There was a blend - Fire, Earth, Water, Air
Heat, Balance, Flow, Flight... we had experienced the need...
the need to empathize.... we had known it all!

Winters.... Autumn... the Fall!
New leaves had come... old ones to leave...
We HAD to turn over a new leaf...
It was the time of seeking warmth in the external...
a time now to slip out and slip in to new attires.
We groped for the known in the dark... knowing the seemingly unknown
We knew what was beneath ... we had seen it all...
we had felt the feel, heard the chord... and seen the sight...
of the need to be THERE... JUST THERE...

Summers vaporized.... Monsoons receded...Winters froze...
Impacting us...
Giving colours to a bond that goes beyond the cycle of nature....
Red to Green and Red... Young to youth through maturity...
Aiding a nurture of relationship.. guided by
a thought that didn’t need thinking... thought by the heart
a feeling felt by the head
a timeless understanding

Summer need of FIRE, Monsoons of EARTH, Autumn of AIR.... flowing with the tide of one need to another...
There is none now... it is salvation...

I now sit back thinking of the now.. Seasoned with maturity...
The NOW "I" as in THEN..
The atom of an eternal lover.... a lover of this relationship...NAMELESS
We have parented a relationship... conceived, labored, delivered and nurtured...
.... Hoping to stay on as this... till Death Do Us Apart!!!!!!!!!!

Look up and feel the surge....

A life of challenges and being challenged
Of highs and lows
Smiles and tears
Of ways, and waywardness
Of frequent visits and visitations….

Me in full Blossom!!!

I wonder how a person feels on blossoming to adulthood
The feeling of something bursting in you
Waiting in eagerness to erupt the passion and give forth something to life

Is this how it feels?
When a certain longing arises…

The feeling of a light colored petal slowly fluttering in the balmy breeze
Waiting for someone to pick up its fragrance?

Slide Along Life!!!

I have seen my years sliding by
Striking the clock with its hands on time
And having seen it have experienced
The happiness and sorrow
That has come and gone with the sheer flow of it…

And often when the flow comes back to me
There is the wonder that comes with it
The wonder of having lasted through the years
Crying, cringing, and smiling

It is the same which makes me hope to
Wake up tomorrow and face the new morning sun
And see its wonders working again…

Mohter & Child :)

I seemed to have missed the beats of time
That strikes the chords of my existence
An existence, which looks with hope
To the poetry in the tiny anklets of my feet

Those tiny bells in which I put a little life
Like a mother smothering it with kisses
And feeding it with the pure drink of my emotions
Where have they left me for?

Have they found a better being?
Or have they grown into a wayward adult
Where have I lost my touch with them?
Why can’t it merge with me and render me richer than ever?

Reams of Dreams!!

Humming through misty moments with songs of sweet nothings
Yet instilling in it an emotion of wonder and joy

What notes break through these closed minds?
When the love for being alone sings in longing hearts

Its then that images of a wonderful togetherness that drifts by
And hand in hand with that image
I trudge along longing for pleasanter days

Dreams and dreams are all that one lives by
What cause and what effect does it sustain itself with?