The days are getting shorter and the nights chillier…
Summer has packed its bags, gone until next summer
New sem memories brings the Fall zephyr…
Reminding Time is at work turning Natures wheel
Get up, get up, time to put your shoulder to wheel
Its a new set and a new script to reveal!
Poetry
I struggle…
It is when one is in despair and depression that there is struggle, and danger of falling in a deep dark pit that is very difficult to come out of. Or there is possibility of light, albeit a flicker, at the end of the tunnel, should one take those heavy first steps. A poem written several years back still gives me hope to go on. To keep running…
See my other entry for Danger is here.
I struggle to go on with no light in sight
Like a runner out-of-breath and hope, halfway
Books, nor the Scripture, seems to come to my rescue
My knock on the Heavens doors falls on deaf ears!
I struggle to go on with no light in sight..
I come to you who is busy in a world not mine
Cant you tell in my indifferent pretense?
Read my eyes honey, I am breaking down!
I struggle to go on, but give up the fight
Where do I go and what do I do!
None but me knows my suffering the best
Almost dead, and without hope, I come back to me
I don’t struggle anymore, I just give in, hopeless
Thats when is born pure strength, a twin to my suffering
That takes me in its arms and wipes my tears
Whence did That come, who art Thou?
I catch some breath and start running again…
Loneliness and Freedom…
THE day dulls down, and the Sun deserts the skies
The cars speed homeward, the birds fly to their kin
Outside my window, the world’s hustle bustle dies
A loud eeriness I hear, deep down within!
THE poignant breeze blows, fans my latent desolation
A lonely me or a lonely planet, or crowded lonely objects about me I glance
Beyond problems or triumphs, lull or commotion
Its but me, just me, and the uproar of silence !
THE sky floods with twilight, I transcend to a world far far away
I dare to go beyond to see, is this where the warm Light dwells?
I shed all that’s gross as I uplift, and let the rest in me stay
Lo! Freedom infinite! With teardrops, my gratitude makes its way!
I smile…
Flowers in my room bring warmth and color
The wind plays music whisking the wind chime
The delightful daffodils and tulips tender
Tell me now its my time!
Bless those barren dim days
And cold nights with hope none
‘Coz in a different light I notice the rays
Brighter so now, like a just-arrived sun!
Smile smile, life is beautiful
Just blissful, peaceful and content be
Turn inwards to a huge world within
And you’ll smile to whatever you see!
Riding on the waves…
Now up and surging high as if I will embrace the sky
Now thrashing the shores bursting into a thousand dream-splinters
Disconcerted, I gallop on the emotion waves… why?
Frantically in bewilderment groping
Yet forging ahead clutching my instinct for a straw
See no more but a speck of light, fleeting
Enough of the riding, to be tranquil I long
Not to identify with the momentary waves living and dying
But with the unwavering ocean that begets them, serene yet strong…
Madame Zenista 