Pregnant

Batting eyelids open up blinking eyes at the battle within
Silent screams sans swords beckon peace
At the hour of dusk
The dusk, often a dawn of novel hopes
Scars unseen pregnant with pacifying potions
Nowhere to seek anymore for an unleash of pain
For fathomless calm they have begotten
And words weaned from speech.
Know not you this womb I behold
Pleasurable pressure or an overwhelm bubble likewise
The walk still is on the trail where I began.

Motivation

With the whisk of winds, flowers they sway
Tense go the tides and waves hit the bay
Soft tendrils spring out of buried carcasses
Ecstasy fringing fragrances born out of burnt ashes
A whiff of breath on the flute
To mellow and to the music, hearts move
Plummeting into life and passion with just a little touch,
Is this motivation or is it just that much?

The (un) known

When the sudden shiver strikes
And tears gush out like a wild flood,
Merciless unknowingly and merges with the drain as I stand beside the river.

Beholding crumbling faith  to hold a failing heart,
Threats of hope arrive in great valour
To bring down the broken?
Or to burn them away?

A tender smile I try as I quiver
Ways have made me wander with you, I said.
Palace or a dead plateau, the magical or the mundane,
You still follow.
Mulling over your might, innocuous yet
I still swim, drowned not, while fighting for whiffs of breath.

Pace of grace you seem to move me in
Despite your soft treachery
Wonder if my wrath is wrapped up in your invisible lap,
Staying yet not slaying.

Kindness flashes like a kaleidoscopic peep
The light that soaks me up yet sucks me in
Delighting at every sting of my own venom?
Pain you maybe but poised I keep
The foe you are and the friend you become.

Dear earth

I closed my eyes to see a world unseen
Paradise it felt or that's how it's always been.
My mouth fell open at the wondrous sight,
When the sun gleamed in all its might.
As my head took a turn
I glanced upon the regal Saturn.
Still a sight with a lot of sand scars,
I am talking about Mars.
Shaken away widely from my focus
Came along the awesomely bright Venus.
Stopping my gaze for something even better with a jitter,
Appeared the enormous Jupiter.
Just as I started feeling in tune,
To add more smiles came along Neptune.
As if it wasn't enough feeling like Columbus,
Beamed the beautiful Uranus.
Oh! What hosts these big things were!
Never was there a moment not to stare.
Happier like never before, I stepped back to see
Something amiss to add to my glee
The charms of sand and snow and the morning glow
The teasing wind and the long nice mile, yes, I know.
My planet, my earth, my home, my mirth.

Effervescence thy name is woman

 It's women's day! Voila! So? Why such a hue and cry about it? Why should you even celebrate? Well, you deserve to celebrate yourself every moment and not just get glorified for a day and be over with it. The mettle you are is nowhere close to anyone's imagination. The multitasker in you flashes in amusing metamorphism that it gets worthier than even the most fabulous animation movie.

Why would you care if someone doesn't care about giving you that well deserved pat on your shoulder? You are the pat that everyone yearns for but shy away from admitting it.

The world is sweetly smitten by your effervescent presence that they freeze and hence fail to acknowledge. Now, isn't that your magic wand? You don't need to turn to those fairy godmothers to reach you to some prince charming. It's time you turn around charms into unfathomable depth that you easily dive into and come out as an epitome of grace.
Weapons are not for you because you are one. You behold entirety with absolute ease and you bow down graciously like a bamboo arches subtly yet never breaks.

 You are not just a creation but a connoisseur of the cosmos. You don't deserve celebration but celebration deserves you. Go girl. Live your life. Your world waits. 

A piece of me, a peaceful me

So, what new stuff am I going to be hauling that nobody else has, with respect to human struggles? Well, it's all about that one missing piece that is conveniently invisible. We all end up braving like hunters amidst dense vegetation that hardly allows a blink of clear sight.
I have so often questioned the universe besides myself about the reasons for the constant emotional pits that I keep tripping into as though it was a habit, until I just decided to stop climbing once. I simply lay there and decided to experience the dark. I seemed to choke in imaginary horror that most often wrenched my heart.
Days passed and I delighted at the fact that I survived but I wanted to feel alive. The pit was still my world. Bathing myself in hymns of divine glory, I didn't scream looking up.
A little glow worm warmly sat on my nose tip and I could see the light show casing something that appeared as an incredible craft to be witnessed soon. So it did and it wasn't a pit anymore but a wonder to look into and many wishfully wanted to glow in the glimpse. When asked about how, I simply responded with my missing piece that sculpted this and what was that anyway?
Well, you need to clearly break to know the missing piece and once you do, you will see your ' peaceful me' .

Jallikattu - the southern punch

The roars on jallikattu have silenced but the tremors are once again shaking the trust of people who held some solace that the sport would be retained and celebrated with the supreme court questioning it once again.

Why does India face such anguish every time? Is this silent strength constantly undergoing different screen tests with opportunities being created for confusion? Earlier it was about people and now it's our cattle.

Portraying the words of the great spiritual master Sadhguru, we celebrate our culture and our cows and bulls are not just agricultural support systems but a farmer's friend in the truest sense, family to make it sound more precise. No other country has shown respect and regards to the cows like India has.

Tamilnadu has been boasting of jallikattu for donkeys years and they have gone to prove the playful spirit they share with these cows that are gifts of livelyhood to them. The youth get to see their valorous side because of them. These cows help the youth retain their vitality and instill a certain strong self discipline in them.

Moreover, this sport has never spoken a history of the animals being tortured or killed and only humans have been victims of mishaps during the play. It's a sorry face for Indians to make when we say that we are the largest exporters of beef.

Why don't we turn all our attention and energies to that rather than aiming at  pinning down or rooting out an age old tradition of people that involves a lot of sentiments and the security of our cattle. We certainly need to sleep on this thought. Our traditions and culture form the raiment of our motherland and we will not let some damn unjustified statement to seize that. It is our responsibility to stand up for jallikattu because it's the question of our motherland's dignity.

Let's direct these screams of plight to the moans and groans of dying cattle at slaughter houses that we seem to be deaf to.

Untouchability

The occasion was a hawan in the brahmin household. Divine fires lit up to warm and soothe heavy hearts. There was a quaint little cry inside a woman who sat at the backyard for those four days far away from the festive noise but battling a numbing one within. Isn't the essence of Hinduism in embracing rather than displacing it with superceding superstitions?

The entire ideology of a system that was adopted to nurture the feminine biology assumed a new unfavourable avatar of the untouchable.

Untouchable enough to restrain onself from the divine's doorstep in a culture that prostrates before the revered feminine.

Spiritual science has it that certain temples aren't sufficiently equipped to counter react the negative energies that a woman might carry during her menstruating days. Thrashing rules rather than following them with a sensibility is the frustrating factor that brings many a woman to rebel against them and they become embodiments of arrogance.

On one hand the world wants logic while on the other it is still unwilling to tear open such cocoons of ignorance. Some day the quaint cry will turn into a roar that could probably scare but that would never bring down the inhuman  ideas of rock rigid and stiff minds that would burn like a fire stick merely at the sight of a welcome change.

I wish this change happens and gives birth to a million kannagis not to burn cities but to burn down the high social ridges in human minds if the intention be to reach human hearts. 

Unsaid expressions

Not every now and then do we end up questioning ourselves about certain situations. Or do we? I have listened to many people talk so deeply about their life experiences and how it altered them. Mostly, they were matters of the heart. Being the sensitive kind, it was pretty easy for me to be part of the situation. My brows have risen trying to reach the point how one specific person could be life altering or personality transformative for another. I could vouch for anything only by experience.

One fine moment, it happened. The brows now lowered down. The sinking and floating, the tearing and the conjoining, the deep and shallow, longing and distancing, the questions, doubts..all of them shoot at once and I didn't know which to face. It's like a pot getting baked. And in a while when you settle, it shows up and they call it love....Life altering...by simply letting be.

Fortunate are souls who delve into such deep connections and luckier are when two hearts strike the same chord. Expressions are withheld many a time just for the simple fact of the other heart's well being. Some mistakes are so honest that they surpass the logic of the world. Silent tears build their reservoirs and the tongue drowns. Expressions go down deep. How long? The grave invites. You either swim or dive into. Whichever way, you will be transformed. That's the subtle strength of a true heart, true love.

Breath taking are those moments of unison that are sensed on a parallel. Everything else becomes secondary. Giving gives a great feeling. Receiving must feel greater, I guess. I feel humbled for being capable enough to give but those few moments some while make me want to know..to feel..to see the other end..receiving..
I don't know.

The leaf boat

I whistle on a gleeful tree
Swaying and giggling, merry as I wish to be.
Visitors, Crow or the cuckoo, squirrel or a sparrow
I am part of this beautiful meadow.

Lightning hits, winds blow, I shiver
The sun's warm stroke, I stop to quiver
Alone not am I as my fellows look around
Painted by moonlight I rest,
amidst silent sound.

On a radiance  sheathed river, I slowly trapeze
Gentle lifts of graceful waves melt me to ease
I row as a mermaid's friend dives, a caterpillar hops on to reach ashore
The little leaf I am and a boat too am I for some mirth more.

String

Beads I gather
Some, old and wise
Like the wood antique, in faded classiness
Some fragile and glossy
Like the bubbles that froth in a brook
under the glazing sun
A few feathered ones that fly with just a silent breath
Some of those chiselled from stones so strong
And some like leaves of peepal withered after a storm
Then there are the cushiony ones
Like the buttons of a flower
Not to fail to name the ones that reflect
Like the marble eyes of a gleeful child
All of them have I
As they all skate down
the string of my life
Bequeath to whom shall I
to adorn this marvel ?
Or will it just grace my stone with my final goodbye?

Invisible

Love shines like a diamond

Just the rock you see

Warmth you embrace

The flaring flame you do not see

Notes of the fine flute float, hypnotising the breeze

The flutist is unseen

The red hat amidst a swarming crowd

Blurs the popping heart of love

Blissfully elegant, the sunflower stands in pride 

in a shying crystal vase

The lights enthrall 

Grace, she is not known
Gold pennies scattered on the floor
It's the bucks that invite you to the door.
Lilies lovingly exuding their fragrance
Engrossed you are in hindering the daylight at your window
The visible strangely invisible.

Wander

It was one of those days when the seconds hand of the disciplined clock seemed bleak as my eyeballs followed its radical movement. Tired eyes tried to sleep while racing thoughts didn't seem to give up. But you know, sometimes the night fairies get tender and you float for a while. So I did.

The morning light welcomed as I embraced with my habitual words of gratitude to the good lord, well sometimes with swollen eyes and a bulged heart. Wondered I, what is it that I need to complain about. We all start celebrating our habits after a certain length of time, complaining for example. My long breath seemed to extend longer till it once again got the rested brain ticking.

My cycle gave me one of those longing looks of desperation to appear presentable and to be pedalled upon. With a shrunk nose, I just stroked its seat and we went out. I just stopped with a jerk seeing little children ROFL on the skating ring. The smiles came out like freed prisoners. A little chit chat and I just saw what they did. To simply be there without any expectation from the moment. Giggling at just the screech of a stupid shoe or at the sight of loose hair looking as though struck by static on a chubby girl's face.

Who needs laughter clubs? One has to just go to parks or grounds with such sweetly silly and blooming buds. The hardest is made to look the simplest in this laboratory of the little tots. Because life as it began for each one of us looks intact here in this wonder world. Keep visiting.

Pebbles

I walk down the curvy road
As I strike upon a bunch of 'you'
The fidgeting fingers of some bright brats
Make you quiver as you keep falling over each other.
Failing faith am I carrying as it falls down with every step
Glances of you I fetch as I traverse every trail
My thoughts like your twin juggling within
Knowing not how to stop
Well, you laugh but they pulsate with noise
My heart has poured it all
With just a few drops stuck on its wall
Wonder when they will fall like 'you', my dear pebbles
Happy and humble
On a dear cold soul.

Time

Fire on the hills
Fire on the pyre
Water like nectar for a parched throat
Floods that wash away many a home
Light that infuses life into the unborn seed
Breath that blows away with a sunstroke
The dance of breeze to soothe singing souls
The wrath of wind to force through warm homes
Facets are these of the valorous time
Merciful and malevolent both the same
Sometimes loving laughter and sometimes a rising roar
Lord, be my might whenever this name of power soars..

Drunk

Deep kohled eyes, cherry red lips,
her heavy head crowned by a feather light satin hat,
She graced her way through a gazing crowd.
Tinkling of tiny wine goblets and the pour of golden whisky into glasses svelte,
unswerved she seemed by the alluring glaze of sinking intoxication.
Rythms of her stilletos patterned the floor
As the guitar wooed her with its glory.
Drunk was she in her own ecstasy
Of a love unknown,
Like a mystery uncared about being unravelled.
The winding ways of fake warmth that burnt many hearts
Seemed shining bright peering at handsome faces
Laughed she like a roar from heaven
Her intoxication that spread like Aladdin's magic carpet
Only fools could see the fun to hop on
And they did so and flew away.
Soon drunk were they too, not of wine,
But of magic..
that is just one of her kind.

What do I write?

I have this queer race of thoughts stumbling upon each other in my crammed head. As though it wasn't enough, the damn heart looks up with dewy eyes and the worked out head is like " what the hell does that mean? "Oh, you would never know", she sighed. One of the racers poked me to pay attention to the finishing line. But you know my thumping friend could get heavier and if I don't pay heed, my grave will be a nice air-conditioned medical room.
It seemed like an endless marathon and for a while I passed on my whistle to my kind companion. Willingly she took over as I slept in delight like melting chocolate in a crazy kid's mouth after winning a great fight.
Little did I know of the carcass I had to witness with magnified eyes after I woke up with a long yawn. The racers were crawling, creeping, screeching,  hooting and it was like I was amidst a carnival with even the traffic police joining the game. I gave one i- will- eat- you-up kind of stare at my damn companion and all she did was flicker her innocence and there I shrank like a flat balloon.
Well, I sighed and sat. There she rose and when I looked up, it was as if I was with wings on wonderland. I turned around to look at her. It was her wink and then the same blink that always makes me say, " now what?"
So, what do I write? Any idea?

Muted

I lie in front of you like a piano
waiting for you to play.
In a crowded room, there are a hundred reasons for you to sway
Svelte and sassy, there are many
I serenely look at all in gay.
Heavenly sounds of warm honeyed throats intoxicate
My humble notes looking to be lifted
As I shine quietly in a corner like someone gifted.
Magic I am if magic you want
Touch me with your heart and smile if you can't.
But never can I make you sit by my side
Only if you place your fingers on me
Will you know what I am made to be
Little do you know that in me you will see
The lamp of your heart
that will never depart.
Unmute me to listen to your symphony
Far away from all the noisy cacophony.

Radiance

The raiment of a thousand lamps
that drapes the street on a dark night.
The dash of a little gold on a canvas grey
The gentle dive of the raging sunray into the ocean deep
The quick snapshots of faces with hope
as the moon captures when you walk amidst towering trees.
The aura of sweeping fire flies in a dark valley
The image of happiness on a loved one's eyes
The warmth of a kiss on a glistening tear
The shine of sweat on a medal adorned winner
The blush of the beautiful at the thump of her happy heart beat
And the gleam of your smile as you screen this
Radiance it is. Radiance you are...

You could hide a drop. How could you hide an ocean? Sometimes all you can do is just give up.
You could walk all the miles alone. You could offer a hand but it is will  that  holds.
You could be whole. How could you present yourself in bits? The blind heart can never see. Bits or whole..how does it matter?