#35 - The meeting of two worlds

(prompt: last line of your previous poem - first line of this one)

Under the canopy of forest skies

In a web that binds them all

The creatures live in quiet regard

For lives around big and small.

Here the survival of the fittest applies 

So do the laws of synergy 

Each creature playing their unique part 

In sync with the earth's energy.

Many lessons we could learn from there
If only one truly cares
But all we seem to do is encroach
Our home taking precedence over theirs 

I wonder if the creatures look beyond their land 

Wonderingly at our grey cityscapes.

As much as we look at their green lush worlds 

Longing for a quick escape.

#27 Random musings #3

The waves they fall and rise

Again and again 

In a weary rhythmic pace

Like a hopeful young man 

Working with the Dumbbells 

In the silence of his room

To have those strong arms 

That can bear the weight of his life.  

How else can the seashore

Carry all the weight of 

The dreams

The despair

The hopes

The fears

The love

The heartbreak

The laughs

The tears 

Of hundreds who come there

Alone or with their beloved

Whispering confessions  

Each evening 

Watching the sun disappear

into the sea

Taking with it all the was meant to be

And leaving in the deepening shadows 

The promise of a fresh start. 

(Prompt : dumbbell, seashore, hope)

#13 Ode to Something I love

She stretches her branches at the eve of spring
Like a quiet, magnificent queen
Holding up garlands of delicate lavender blossoms
An unlikely hue in scanty canopies of green.
Almost as if to tempt the season of love
To stay a little longer in these loveless concrete jungles.

Otherwise she stays discreet through the year,

One among many in the harem of urban trees.
But proudly claims her spot in the sun,
gently dropping her blossoms in the mild summer breeze
Offering her welcoming shade to passersby
To salvage their dreams melting in the ruthless cityscape.

Oh magnificent jacaranda standing tall!

Not only are you the beacon of new beginnings
But that gorgeous carpet you spread on our drab streets
Lays there patiently, marking
The melancholic celebration of endings too.

#8 Sunrise

They say that before the dawn

Is the darkest hour.

Is that why Nature in Her infinite wisdom

Splashes the most vibrant hues

Unabashed, unbridled across the skies

To mark the sunrise?

The way the crimson, the orange, the teeny sliver of violet

Swirl in perfect harmony over the grey canvas

So that we may remember

as we start the day,

That there is hope

And beauty

And infinite possibilities,

Despite the darkness and the unknown fears

that the night drew over us.

I must confess -

there aren’t many sunrises

that I have borne witness to.

But each time I have

The sunrise soars over me to remind me,

That there is glory in starting all over again,

And that as a child of that same wise nature,  

that brings this gift of dawn to me,

I too have the perfection and beauty of the morning sky

despite the shadows I cast.

Today I wish ...

Today  I wish ...

Today I wish to bind myself to the earth

Though I see the unending free skies stretching overhead.

Today I wish my hair strikes roots in the ground

Though the winds strain to caress it.

Today I wish my feet get swallowed by the wet mud

Though the dew kissed grass offer comforting solidness.

And though the thoughts scamper like restless squirrels on the branches,

Today I wish to be like a tree, grounded, rooted, patient,

Quietly swaying to the rhythms of the seasons

(Poem inspired by the magnificent Mahogany outside my apartment)