You may not have had the patience to look within…
You may have overlooked the intricacies…
Even when the skies were crystal clear.
You may have thought looking within was the answer…
You may have spoken to your soul…
Even in the midst of gatherings.
You may have done all it took,
To answer the questions served on your plate…
When all it would have taken,
Was just one glimpse on the outside,
From a different perspective,
By looking beyond…yourself.
By not seeking,
Validation
Approval…
Love.
Often we wonder…
about the misgivings and doubts
Often we look at the clouds and thunder
Looking aside the fireplace and bread
Little do we wonder
About what is there, unasked for…
And what could stay…
Despite the winds that go astray
I hear the shuffling,
The slithering train,
Banter inaudible,
Pages turning,
as if to whisper
To make it known,
to me,
to all..
That oblivion isn’t the cure.
Oft have I tried to understand
That noise is the key,
To unlock some peace.
(Yet the fastener doesn’t open
The lock is of ingenious make,
It refuses to divulge,
The secrets it withholds…)
If noise can unlock
A little peace…
Wonder what too much
Silence could do.
-@ Shalini
Look at you
Had you any inkling, of how original you were
How your curvy tresses, unkempt, were the cascades of Eden
And how you uttered words of supposed cacophony that launched ships
Did you know
That it did not matter how they looked at you
But it does matter how you see yourself
Look at you, rising from the wreckage, embracing storms…
Look at your threshold
At the Aurora you became, and the Sun in his chariot, seeking your aproval…
to ascend.
Just –
Look at you…
Little did we know,
That the green sea was limitless
Before we even set sail.
We were warned about the gales…
The more we were ‘told’
The less we saw;
The more we were ‘shown’
The less we could fathom.
The deep sea had more wonders
And less of dangers
But, before we set sail,
We grew weary of imaginary storms
That brewed in coward minds
And paralysed
The strongest of chimes
The Inchcape Rock, the bell for instance,
Was not defined………..
So when your day arrives,
go floating by the Sun.
Cool it with your unfazed smile.
Tell him to sleep awhile.
For you’ve taken over the dawn,
And the warm Twilight
Is yours to claim…
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Tell the birds –
You can also sing along
And the beaches must know
That you are the one,
Why waves have danced all night…
Go tell the stars,
That they twinkle…
Because you have been all
Ablaze,
Along with the
Morning Sun.
Take for instance,
your life…
beautiful as it is –
It cannot define
What my life “should” be like.
Take for instance,
your tree…
leafy as it is,
It cannot replace
The roses in my terrain.
Take for instance,
the rain in your tracks –
It cannot be similar,
to the hailstorm in my shacks.
So you be you;
And i be me.
Lest it all dissolves,
Into eternity.
When did I say I needed the Sun
It was just a while, that the rays would thaw
Whatever was frozen inside….
Little did I know
That my own blaze
Was enough
To melt glaciers of hurt
And mounds of century old ice.
Sometimes there is no free left turn, and you’re supposed to wait…
Or pay the fine for skipping the light, you needn’t think the way is free…
You may think the turn is harmless, and it is so, till the ticket is issued…
And then,
you become a defaulter
for a day.
My drive to and fro to work day before was pleasant and had me singing aloud. It was because somebody died.
No, I am not insensitive, just that the someone who died is still alive.
Amongst us.
Shaking our senses with melodies that will never die. Lata Mangeshkar left us.
Huge, big, big, loss we say.
But look at the FM channels, they kept playing such heart wrenching beautiful numbers.
I almost cried listening to songs of ‘Rudaali’
“….O more chandramaa…Teri Chaandni ang jalaye
Unchi tor ataari
Maine pankh liye katwaaye….
Dil hum hum kare….
Ghabraaye… ek boond kabhi paani ki
Meri ankhiyon se barsaaye…”
It took a demise to shake things in such a magnanimous way. Why is it so with the world?
That when loss is evident, the gathering starts.
That when distance is clear, we start moving forward.
Why is it, when fire consumes all, a soothing shade lifts the pall…
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