Understand
‘State of mind’ has no governer
No one rules here for long
Administrators try their best
Chaos rule here, decide the rules.
Hear with no prejudice, what the mind says
Prejudged decisions saves not a sail in storm
Mind refuses a moulded image untrue to itself
Never the reflection of self, now marinated in fear.
Quietly it bakes inside the oven, door shut tight
From the scornful gaze, red hot and indifferent
The heart roasted in its thoughts bursts
Floats in air, sticks to a paper; a poem.
Now the hills tremble
I crash down the slopes
My roots writhing in much pain
As the dancing water
Forces itself to freedom
Scatters everything from
-the warm motherly hug of earth.
Rivers take to new destinations
Mud paints the houses anew
In the colour of earth
Her long rejected care;No more redeemed.
Man tries to envelope in the safety
Of his newly made systems.
I drift through his balconies
With a bruised trunk
The towns rip me apart
Roots thrown on the seashore
River’s fury now fizzles
As she cuddles upon the ocean’s bosom.
Sun dries the fractured root; moulds it
Into an artist’s freed vision
Now decorates the hall where experts
Talk on ‘ Monsoon in Climate Change’
Nowhere was a sign!
Was there?
They walked away carefree
Impending danger unattended
Escapes, returns with vengeance.
Glaciers melt
Floods rise silent
Names of cyclones
Names of vessels gone down
Names on tombstones
Clear; in the rains.
Walls painted new
Of community kitchens
Smoke, rises, names of homeless
Mud, rocks, soil
Covered them
Names unknown
Numbers mattered.
Graphs in many colours
World in lines and bars
Screaming the sea arrives
Waves usher salt, more tears
Shores redrawn
Islands counted
Waters tested; calculations made
Loses recorded; percentages varied
World knew itself in
Names and numbers.
A new chewy toy
Pleasant days full of joy
Brushed white coat
Brisk walks along quiet by lanes.
My favourite spot near the bin
A quick pee, more run, then back.
Come Sundays
Grandpa took me to the ground
His old police life.
“Waltz! jump! roll! “
And a feast! juicy bones!
One more day; the maid has not shown up
I am hungry, my kennel smelly.
No one calls aloud “Waltz!”
Master, your newspaper
Shouldn’t I fetch?
A man walked in like a cat
Opened my kennel with a shout
Threw stones at me, it hurt
I wondered why, what for?
My calls for my master
His voice unheard.
With fear I walked off
No one called me back.
Silent was my house
Nowhere was grandpa
I walked, ran, never back.
I stood over the bridge
And looked down
The other dog was shaggy, mangy
It had no bone in its mouth.
One day I will hear my master’s voice
He would call out loud “Waltz”!
I will leap into his arms.
Where angels fear
Their wings to spread
More broken glass
They gently step, toes bleed
Blossoms dare not
Throw open their petals
Lest they surround
Cursed arid graveyards
Not a drop of love left
Dead lies
Culture of a civilization
Relics of a history valiant.
Quiet lay the infants
Cradles rock in rhythm
With each blast in town
Gunshots, familiar lullaby.
Unseen blue sky
Veiled rainbows
Behind black clouds
Stars rimmed with wet black
Never twinkled in dreams.
Where only weapons had voice
Mothers were hushed sobs
Aura around new flowers
Ferns and other things green
A mere glimpse of these
Most fulfillingAcross the window
Mind creates a wide world
Welcomes the beautiful
Everything needs a new look
Stains left by passing timeIdentified, washed clean
Weeds uprooted; scars retained
Droplets of rain try to soothe
Dull! not needed!
Unenthusiastic look of it
Sun chooses some to dry
No turning back
Never nudged by the horizons
To stand up strong
Never met by the moon
Who pretends to sleep
Stars hid among clouds
Battle within goes on
Nothing equates each trial
To any other tribulation
Much remains unknown
About the flowers now wilted
Each story unique
For unique reasons.
Seeps through the fissures
Carved along the shivering high walls
Once confident; moss and dust now owns;
Bonds the disjoints in the blocks
Of determination, that tend to float away
Garners together withered memories of wins
Forgotten triumphs, lost directions.
Myths unfold, well crafted stories erase
Rise Sun like, golden rays radiate
Gulp down the irks, live the true self
Let the world gape in awe.
Warmth repaints the faded colors of inside
Frost thins out, wild glory uncovered
A pebble like, but dazzles
Energy accumulated in each drop
To surge, shine and be strong.
by
Sherin Mary Zacharia
on the picture prompt
for
Above the curves winding up
Where the large trees stop growing
The golden yellow leaves leftunruffled by the wind.
Mist descends while tea is boiling.
Fried, roasted; smells the air
Tangy sauce on olives from oven.
Songs, noise unlimited.
He watched it all
With eyes never met by other eyes.
Nobody saw him ever.
Amidst the dance and music
Men and women did not hearNight’s faint cry for life.
The mud was patted back to sleep
He saw it with his green eyes
And hid in his grey coat
Wearing a mask of silence.
Nobody saw him ever.
Woods, river, fragrant white flowers
The ghats snoredwith the streams, their stories
Washed, the wrong of the knife drowned
Now corrected.
Memories may live or not.
Up like a rod, agreeing,
A grey fur tail moved away.
Mist thickened; wild murmurs not lost
Embers tried to sleep
Smoking, the night waited for the dawn.
A quick dash; into the darknessOf the undergrowth.
Morning wore golden dew drops
On the blades of grass
That hides the night’s secrets
And marks made by muddy paws.
A jeep rumbling uphill
A red light on top
Warming the lazy courtyard
He closed his eyes tight.
He had seen nothing
Nobody saw him ever.
Quiet remain the mountains
Dead, the valleys below
More or less the world is the same.
Stains, marks on the grass
Licked up, erased and dried.
The mystic cat was gone
Leaving short harsh purr,
Covering unfound answers
The buried recent, as always.
inspired by http://www.walkthroughindia.com/…/indias-mysterious…/
A weary longing
For your hands to lift me up.
My weak joints drag me.
Will you remember me in your prayers
before dinner?
My imaginations they call hallucinations
Can you be my voice and allow once
To hydrate my scorched tongue?
When each bud blooms
Honey bees dance, mango smell looms.
When each human smiles
The whole world lights up.
With all doors open
Butterflies glide in, fill every space with
wonder.
A bowl of hot porridge and a pinch of salt
To keep my heart warm, an unknown.
I did not go live nor was my name among
newsmakers
But you know I exist, obscured
Somewhere in the thick dark shadows of
misery.
A stranger on my own turf
Will you pass me a glance mindful?