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…
She did not know what lay beyond the horizon, yet the journey went on…
She had no idea of the way winds would rummage the leaves, yet she kept meandering through…
She did not wonder how deep the trenches were, yet the castle seemed close somehow…
She did not know who controlled the skies…
Till
The lake mirrored her…
That was when she knew,
And has known it since.
By heart.
A little less sunnier
A little more cloudy
Tha haze today
Undid all till midday
The lesser the eye could fathom
The more the mind could grasp
The lesser my shadow shrank
The taller I became.
Deliberations of the mind
Sometimes do not suffice,
To quench the rampant waters
That fall on stagnant ice.
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If the Hemlock could relieve,
The reverie of a torn mind,
And the green beyond the horizon,
Could flower an arid wild.
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Words, why do they sting
When they were meant to soothe
Why does the mind perceive
That which wasn’t meant to be…
If ever the sky were to say
“Coop inside for I am going to fall.”
If ever the clouds burst
Just when I chartered a path.
If the waves rose higher
Than the tallest mast…
Then
To seek my own riverbank
And to let the sky fall deeper…
And while the clouds roar louder
To seek that forgotten hermitage
And let the waves run asunder…
For what hyperbolic realm,
Can further heighten
That, which is already sublime.
And,
Which destiny can undermine
That, which is already entwined…
If a morning is sunny enough
To not wonder where clouds are…
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If the dew drops still shine
To not wonder why the grass isn’t dry…
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If the cuckoo sings aloft the hill
To not want the nightingale too…
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If a path today is closed
To take the other …
And not deny the novel sight
About to unfold.
Look within,
All answers reside.
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Look outside,
Questions beguile.
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Seek nothing,
And all surround.
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Seek much,
And nothing is found.
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Love madly,
And feel empty inside.
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Love unconditionally,
And fill every crevice,
No matter how wide.
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It is absolutely true, when you surrender in entirety, an unregistered view charters out of nowhere and wholesomeness follows.
@shalini
If I were to tell you
That wings are for free
That skies won’t thunder
And the Sun will not blind your eye
And that a soft breeze is going to pamper
Your heart and your soul
Will you then
Take the flight
And venture against
Gravity,
And all that held you back.
Tell me if wings were free
Would you then take the flight
Would you rise
Would you soar…
All gratitude to Eugenia’s weekly word Prompt Soar.
What is this
That tests my hopes so…
What is this colour in the sky
That repels and is so loud…
What is the rush in the waves
That seems to devour every shore…
What is this…this roar
That silently lurks in every corner…
What is this garden
That doesn’t let the winds in…
What is this speech
That is scared of being mouthed…
If this is what the world is
What then is the release
What is the way out…
What is that door
Beyond the cacophany…
What is that grass
Overly green, like Paradise…
What is this shift
From boredom to ecstasy…
What
What is this world
That lives on in uncertainty.
-Shalini
You may look up the book ‘Messiah’ for my collection of short poems.
https://www.amazon.in/dp/1947697498/ref=cm_sw_r_wa_apa_glt_fabc_DEBD6EFKWMFHY71DGC7X
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