At times….

So at times,

When the world wasn’t enough…..

She flew among the birds in the sky

And looked down upon the canopies

Wondering why…..

It took so long,

To only spread her arms,

Flap her wings

And touch the sky……….

 

 

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Just wondering…..

And thus the terrain, enchanted and bewitched……..ended.

She has walked for miles, barefoot, on the hard, wobbly gravel and never felt a pinch of the hurt.

But as the terrain withdraws into a butter-silk meandering path lined by lusty green foliage, every step hurts………

Such is the life we live. When the road ahead is stormy and beset with dire obstacles, a sudden gust of riveting energy enthuses from every pore and fills every molecule. This boundless wave can swing around the deadliest whirlpool and help you swim to the safe shore. But when the storm settles, even a tiny gust  of dirt-storm can drop you face down with a thump.

She…….

She is all this,
And she is more

The forest,
That lays bare beneath her feet;
With dense undergrowth
And the clear patch.

She has been the wild creeper
And the nonchalant drooping bough.

The clear path
And the uneven pebbled road.

She has been this forest
Sometimes unyielding,
Sometimes….
Untold.

Do we?

Did the Sun get to know?

When the Sunflower turned away

Even when

It continued to brighten up

Every alley, every day……..

 

Did the wind get to know,

When the resilient tree stood still

Even when

It blew mighty strong

Through every forest, every hill…….

 

Did the rain get to know,

How a sparrow was undrenched

Even when

It showered so profund

That every heart was flooded……

 

Do we,

In all the love we spread…….

Ever ponder,

On what was left undone

Which could have,

Blossomed, drenched or swayed

A thirsty soul yonder……..

It cannot be fathomed,

Through words and smiles….

Just how much love

Under the mask belies……

 

The dense dense forest

Does not reclaim

The sky’s vast 

and endless fame…..

 

The tiny tiny bird

That spreads its wings

Does not proclaim

The sky as its dwelling……

 

Sometimes the love

We hold inside;

Is for that sky

Which we, like birds

Cannot decide,

If it can be our cosy little nest

Or do we

Like dense forests ,

Do not let its pieces

Fall inside………..

You….

If you have

The light

That gleams in your eyes

And blinds the Sun

And the amorous moon sighs……..

 

If you can

run the race

And leave……

Leave all gasping

To have a piece of your mind…….

 

Every inch

Of you

Is divine

It truly does not matter

Less or more…..

Every bit of you does shine.

Denial…..

And there he stood,

arched, at the doorway

Wondering whether to enter,

Or to leave

Unobserved……

 

He has thrived

On her smile,

That has nourished

Him deep within,

Taken him…….

Beyond eternity.

 

So he is stranded

Where he is,

Her effervesence

In his soul……..

Entrapped in her loveliness……

 

Night befalls soon

and so he must

Decide soon…..

To stay, or to leave

Or to get stranded

Midway…..

 

His feet are stuck;

Stay he must,

Like every other day,

Spent in anticipating……

Her denial……