Winds of change

I gaze at the line left in the road and marvel,
How straight and how even it is!
The footsteps were sure with memory,
The ears acclimatised to eternal calm
I made my way to this forest with no vacillation
My resolution was begotten by the calm tides
Fortune must smile on some of us for the waters to be calm
It barely saves a gaze for most while the chosen relish
It has been a solitary journey and the path straight
I met some friendly creature here and there
Oh I also beheld wrath in its ugliest form
She was borne by futility itself, seething and unforgiving
That is the past now and before me lies this forest
The trees beckon but the darkness enshrouds secrets
I fear not the darkness or its insidious residents,
My fear is but the unevenness of the path ahead.

The eternal swim

She beckons me in her sultry tone

How eloquent she is in her utter silence

When the sun doesn’t take refuge in rest

And has illuminated my world for some days

She shows up with her promise of eternal devotion

How do I see her? How do I hear her?

Oh! Don’t be uncouth and suspecting dear reader

For in the brightest day I behold the silhouette

Of a tender plant growing in the corner

Its leaves jutting out in perfect symmetry

Wherever I look, the corner of my eye summons

For there lies the tender stem and striking leaf

“Conquer it,” they tell me as if they know the battles I must fight

Little do they know, the charms of my temptress

I look back, I reflect and have a fleeting desire for change

And then it comes like a river bearing the rubble of darkness

And I am swept away again

Crossroads

I face today the end of a dusty road that splits in ten
My walk was long but spent in idle thought
I came here with baggage of uncertainty
The litter I left on the path was my resolution
Time spent on roads not chosen is strange
Fog clouds judgement, even if the berries are sweet
We start the road guided by our hunger and lust
At the end we know not what satiety is
Shall I be generous and advise the reader?
Perhaps I have very little to say save what has been said already
The mirror of retrospection bears clear lessons
But walk is not so rustic or effortless
So I must take my leave with these words
Enjoy the berries but don't let the fog cloud your mind

Leaves of yesterday

I wander in the quiet night with my trusted companion

Solitude, she is with me again

We discourse on matters perplexing my rabid mind

The quest for my core that yields not

For we look back together and smile in unison

As joy of years past lends us a fresh whiff

We look ahead and merely raise our eyebrows

The road onward is dark and laden with imagined bumps

Trees on either side lean in somber prostration

Before the first step, we picture their branches touching us

The little leaves and stems caress the shoulder

They hurt less than we had imagined them to

Such scars they leave in my soul today

When I look back at their instructive touch

If only I had been more exploratory and reached out

The fruits would have been mine still

The age of season

Looking back, the higher road is difficult only when you start
What joy it is, looking back with a content heart
I serve the solace of my soul that evaded me so
Feeling the ocean kiss my feet as I am lost in thought

Those who seemed sensitive and devoid of patience
Now it is they who kindle my tolerance
I wince at a remark here and there
But what follows is a smile at my own folly

The little ones are impatient too, and obstinate in their wishes
I have learnt patience from this buoyant lot
Not easy, dealing with the whims of children
For they cast a spell with their charming looks

And the greying folk too demand a calm mind
They ask for a thing and then they ask again
The hand reaches for the forehead in a moment of despair
It is stilled by a deliberate spasm of the knowing heart

Oh the joy of looking back and smiling
Enjoying a jest at one's own account
So sweet is the taste of this unfolding of our senses
That is bred during the journey from cradle to grey

Leaving blues

The fog seems too thick, the night too dark
It seems even the dogs are lonely, just hear them bark
I promise no more explanations, no extended chat
Feel free to anoint me idiot with a tap of this bat

Baby, stay tonight and we'll have a little wine
Don't you rush into the decision that you ain't mine
I'll chase you till you tire of being tired of me
You're hooked to me forever, that's what you'll see

I spoke with your friends that speak ill of me
Bad advice, baby and it'll bring you no glee
So late in the night and seems you just wanna fly
I will be on your tail like a crazy spy

Baby, stay tonight and we'll have a little wine
Don't you rush into the decision that you ain't mine
I'll chase you till you tire of being tired of me
You're hooked to me forever, that's what you'll see

Take me with you if you are hell bent on going
Without you, what do you expect me to be doing?
I lie here with the pencil and my guitar
Words coming to me from a lonely place afar

Baby, stay tonight and we'll have a little wine
Don't you rush into the decision that you ain't mine
I'll chase you till you tire of being tired of me
You're hooked to me forever, that's what you'll see

Here, hold on to the letter, the sum of my love
Turn before you sit in the car and take a peak above
You may change your mind when you see me blue
Of my insanity, my darling you have no clue

Baby, stay tonight and we'll have a little wine
Don't you rush into the decision that you ain't mine
I'll chase you till you tire of being tired of me
You're hooked to me forever, that's what you'll see

Our Flames

This pursuit is made out to be thorny and hard

It needs dedication and a closed heart
While the passion lies dying somewhere in the dark
Unfound, unloved, relinquished until the last breath
Fleeting moments rekindle the lost spirit, the unrequited love
The warm hand is now resting in an unkind glove

Go for gold and abandon your inner self

The dying flame is now on its last breath
Your passion never left but hides in fear
Of all that you now hold dear

Doors kept opening and shutting with a soft thud

The unspoken truth bobs gently in your blood
They call it success, a product of hard work and focus
When all it is made of is a resounding escape
Deep in the ashes of your core burns a weak ember
Its dying light changing hues from yellow to pitch black

Go for gold and abandon your inner self

The dying flame is now on its last breath
Your passion never left but hides in fear
Of all that you now hold dear

Oh to find that feeling again, the essence of my inner being

The allure that took me has seized me too hard