I want to be a Mountain. Allowing that river to flow through me And those plants to grow on me. I want to be the highest yet grounded. So stern that no force living can move me. I want to be so vast That any man who chooses to Cross me Thinks twice Blinks thrice. I want to proudly wear my Steepness like a crown one adorns when they reach the summit. And just once in a while I will let you walk All over me Grow on me Feed off me. Let you kiss me- Like the spread of sun light. I too will allow you to be intoxicated by my beauty. Let you feel like you own me you conquered me. I will sit still as you pass through me and pass you will until gone assured that you have learned of my curves and ups and down. And pass you will until gone for no one ever stayed too long. Unless, buried. I will sit still I will stand tall until the next traveller comes along.
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Mountain
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A shadow engulfs
My heart
When i remember
The sunshine
My lover wasAnd like a little girl
Off i went
Running in the parkMother said,
Come back, before it gets dark.But I was gone too far.
I was helpless.
For one doesn’t
Escape the sunlight.
One can only surrender
And so I did,
I ceded.Threw in the towel,
And lay down on it.Soaking in the golden sun
With every inch of me
Drowsed by the fondness
Of the tempest heart,
Raging to be devoured.I don’t know
how long
I lay there
I wish it were a lifetime
Because when I woke up
It was dark, and
Winter had arrivedAnd now,
the night doesn’t end.
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Cotton Candies In the Sky
Cotton candies in the sky
Have been luring me
For a while
Whenever I look up
They are looking back at me
White, yellow, pink.
So devoted,
Damn, so divine.
Cotton candies in the sky
Have been enticing me
To come closer to them.
To get a taste.
To dare and come find them
And right there it is
So I decide to follow
I mean, how could I not?
I see a mountain
that my eyes know for real
is kissing the
Spiralling golden sea
moving silently
above my head.
The mountain is steep.
Yet I begin
to ascend.
Certain that the climb will be worth my while.
As I reach closer
I see it becoming slated
Readying itself
To greet me
To meet me
seductively draping itself
in a net of lights
Burning to unite.
Demanding me
to move faster
So I let it own me
like I never belonged
anywhere else.
And I rise
like a high tide.
Only to find out
It was all a tease
A ruse
Laid down very well to show me
what I can have
And what I cannot.
Cotton candies in the sky
Concealing a world
That some arrogant men
claim they know about
through ‘theories’
only wildly imagined,
Challenging their egos
Cotton candies in the sky
Changing everyday
Shifting and drifting
Shapeless yet constant
Hiding secrets I cannot see.
I will never see.
Till I cross over to the other side.
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That first sip
That first sip of morning coffee
The music that trickles down my ears to my soul
The mirths of laughter
that make my body come alive from merely existing
That book on the bookshelf
The warmth of happiness
that spreads across my chest
like sun
on a winter morning
when my dog runs in circles
chasing his tail
just as I do
time to time
A call from a friend
lost in the race against time
A poem
transforming a lonely night into
a gathering so magical
that now I don’t want to shut my eyes
Watch my mother
adjust her bindi
in the mirror and
tuck that loose strand of hair
behind her ear
because she knows it’s time
and dad’s about to come home
A gesture of kindness
from the one I thought needed saving
A gesture of love
I thought had no feelings
Make me wanna keep coming back
From the precipice
to witness the colours of life
and to laugh
with him, with her, with them
laugh so much that
now I want to cry
Because once I believed
very firmly
I’d never laugh
this much.
again,
or ever.
What else could I ask for?
What else is there to live for?
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Why Me?
I don’t go to a temple often
Neither do I go to a
A mosque or
A church
or anywhere else
Get the drift, right?
But yesterday I went
To a temple
Not too far
But the one in my home;
It was awkward
I have to say
The face off
With Him
Like meeting an
Old lover.
So I cut straight to the chase
And asked –
Why me?
I stood still and
Waited for an answer
Minutes passed
But nothing happened
No one spoke
None of the statues moved
But a tear did trickle down
My cheek
And I collapsed
On my knees.
Ok. I am on my knees.
Now, tell me.
Answer me.
Why me?
First, I howled
Then I pleaded
In a mumble
That barely escaped my throat
I submitted in a barely audible Why me?
I waited for a sign.
The hibiscus or the marigold
To fall on my feet
Or a cosmic intervention. Anything.
For I am stranded
in a vast
pitch-dark-room.
But, nothing happens.
So, I wanted to unhinge the temple,
slam it on the floor.
Watch Their smiling faces shatter
Into tiny little pieces
Perhaps then they will talk.
But they were quiet
As a stone could be.
And I collapsed further
My warm cheek pressed
against the cold floor
I need an answer.
See. You got me.
You got me on my all fours
for never bowing
before You the
Omnipotent
Omnipresent.
Now
Tell me-
Why me?
I did everything by the book.
I followed protocol.
I need an answer.
A reason to go on.
I laid there for a while
Made myself
Comfortable.
Maybe His holy Highness
Is busy
I laid there for
I don’t know how long
Like a wounded animal
Only wanting to be relieved of
her misery.
Wondering why people
Are so scared of death after all.
As I studied the scratches on my floor
I realised
Perhaps
The silence is the answer.
The quietude
The still flowers
The motionless figurines
Because you see
I had never raised
this question earlier
Never had I wondered Why me?
When self absorbed
I had strutted around
Like an
Entitled
Little
Snob.
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Ashes
I walk through ashes Left behind From the fire that consumed my dreams. The ones I concocted As a little girl Sprawled on the grass Under a tree beneath the sky Of chocolate houses And unicorns Swaying with the swings thinking- monsters are four legged And fairies have wings. The dreams Uninhibited Vast Lark, Open. Quite a fire it was Ignited by a spark Of doubt. I walk through ashes That fly From the fire that emblazoned my reveries The ones I concocted Sitting in the classrooms Bedrooms, parks and places Comprehending the quagmires of the system And their measures of artistry Knowledge Decorum and Duties Via books and lengthy monologues Telling me about the foundations And a way of life. Quite a furnace it was Ignited by incongruity Of the preacher that practiced Hypocrisy and atrocities. I walk through ashes Left behind From the fire Which consumed my dreams From when I was younger And walked with a Cloak of invincibility That years Will bring clarity Less, if not much Half, if not full And a Change shall commence Sooner or later For They must see their oversight, their error. The dreams of walking alone For those who seek love are weak and imbecile And friendships don’t fray Just as flowers don’t wither, That honesty must win hard work must pay. Radiant it was The pyre of My visions and dreams Or lies force fed to me In legacy. And then the world tells me They think I have changed In ways they don’t recognize Of course! Of course, They do not recognize The immolation, the devouring Of my dreams, in the fire That raged within me An inferno in my core That singed my soul Time after time They tell me I am not the same But they do see a Flicker of light in my eyes And a fleck of ember When i speak at times. Caught off guard I don’t know what to say. I lean forward Closer to their ear Unsure how else to cover I clear my throat And I tell them- Likewise.
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