Origami of Life

Life swirls in the hand
of a child like a pin wheel,
turns and turns in a gyre.
Whirling blades by the motion of wind,
each blade sways me to the future
replaced by another,
pushing the past behind,
twist and turns in vortex of mind.
Destined frail life,
the  tearless dreams,
all scribble , stain, draw with  a nib
dipped in the ink of reality,
to enliven the  pages of our memory.
We crumple and chuck out the bitter behind
or leave the paper dead and  white
in the anticipation of future,
for life to write something sweet and  better.
Origami of life is hard to unfold,
heaps of happiness and mountains of gloom
all loom and swirl with the swirling pin wheel
in the hands of the child.

Roots….

 

 

 

Pristine trap spread gripping network of news ,

swollen, cylindrical, rimmed coiled snakes,

veinlet with tapering ends,

grounded, embedded deep in the underground abyss,

feet balancing , pumping the life source.

Food for air, soul to despair.

Holding soils of immortality.

They have  walked with life

with hands in pocket of time,

witness to all truth and lies,

the marks that time scratched on its old enduring bark

tell the untold stories of earthlings.

Roots from which we all evolve,

spread our branches like a tree,

hold fast to the origin theory.

MEMORY AND I….

 

Combing through the hidden crevices

of my minds’ labyrinth, I pine for a lane forgotten,a souvenir,

engraved by the times’ hand and layered by the dusty mundane life,

a blurry  passage with faded hues and now so pale and rotten,

sits a memory with folded legs.

I hold his hand and manage to pull him out,

and others I wipe out

with a sponge,unchaining them forever.

I close my dreamy eyes and there he lies

tickles me with his smile,

holds hand and we stroll down the  lane,

Memory and I,

lock  parched  hearts and lusterless eyes

in a vain attempt to cling or embrace the past,

caress the world too hazy or sublime.

                 Soon existence nudge and jolts, wake up the nectary eyes,

                 memory kisses adieu, with a promise to meet again in

                 the grotto of time,  by the corner where the walls of my

                 mind meet ,drains the past and bleed.

In your big Cupboard….

I am a little  birdie,

chirpy,weak and helpless as ever

treasured in your big cupboard

possessed by your affection.

I cant  anymore fly

or soar high,

u cut my wings

and here I  lie.

Its all dark and cold here,

I share this space with many neighbours.

You already have forgotten or

don’t like them anymore.

I am your new pet, a favourite one

A new toy to play,

my sweet face amuses you,

a luckier one that makes you gay.

 

I wait whole day

for  you to feed me once and caress me twice.

I will wait in this box

till I breathe no more

to cherish your love once

or may be you care for me twice.

There is no freedom in your big cupboard

I wish none, not even, for what is mine

just for your touch once,

just one touch,

and may be for a while.

 

The walls are tall and the air dry,

I suffocate,

still I wont cry.            

You know how much I love to fly.

I choose to amuse you

till you find another toy

or may be till I die.

I STILL WATCH YOU STANDING HERE!!

Hey, beautiful one!

you stand in silence by thee,

the stones and pebbles, way below awashed by the sea

and silence of the sands,

basking in the love of thee.

Your essence to flavour.

Your fragrance I can savour.

Hey lovely one!

I watch you standing still.

Let the breezy sun toss your lovely hair

and your clothes dance with breeze

Let the nature kiss your nape.

And  I still watch you standing still here.

I see your smile dancing with the music of yore,

eyes wandering nothingness.

Your cheeks not rosy but blush pink with my touch,

as my eyes hold on to you and embrace you so hard,

you melt in coyness and disappear.

And I  wonder , standing still here!!!!

Reality bites!!!

 

Oh! my sweetheart…

I rather hold the hand of reality,

anchor my  thoughts and feelings,

you swam in the lake of dreams

and made me sail on the boat.

I danced well ,  at your dispose

in a trance

swirling mesmerized and tantalized,

heart thumped for a while

and now it lies

you married to verses

so am i

some verses embraced you and  few became mine

the emotions ran then and now they heave

sweat heavily to drop exhausted on the ground

verses same

but loose rhythm and rhyme

it turns my eyes deaf and my ears blind

the chords thin , the melody grins

we rest on opaque, vacuumed walls

the ground beneath our sole hurts and  bites

our feet fixes in the shoe of reality

the dust slowly subsides.

BLACK AND WHITE

 

Heart is heavy and so seem the eyes

Weary ,drowsiness of mundane life

familiarity taking over,

the coloured pictures turning

Black and white.

Lives running

I at snails pace

still reposing

in no hurry

even for a futile attempt.