Still Waters Run Deep....

What is this- on my neck? Ugly, and heavy- string of beads It reeks of resentment- And Drips with disillusionment Unnoticed, these bitter beads have started to adorn me. Is this the price I’m paying, for chasing the blameless pearls?

The cocoon dangles calmly- Silent, amid much din Vile, with a strange beauty Concealing power within. All larvae are not alike- They build cocoons or chrysalis, to be the moth or butterfly, post their metamorphosis. Life is a cocoon, An unseen fight, yet, a boon. Would every being achieve The freedom it seeks? Or Would it die, struggling as it lived, bleeding. Did someone sweep it, reckless, down the drain, or Coax it out too soon? Was it a tortured transformation, or just a quirk of fate? From life it gets a sweet release. Yet The larva never saw what could have been. Written in March, 2016

Written in January, 2016.  The rainbow slowly emerged- Arousing joy that was fragile or apathy for it ’ s magic As I watched from behind the cloud. I turned to the copper Star, That was to the rain a shroud, to the sky, a warm kiss encaged in this kaleidoscopic abyss. Like an ocean there was a sound, ‘ twas fast cars, journey bound, And a little sprinkler moved, Adding to this palette a groove. I turned back to the rainbow, To see   the celestial link, and frown in disguise    the glowing colours, and translucent side the pretty fable, and compelling lie. I wept with the dying crescent, I pleaded for the happy veil, I beseeched the fog to go, Yet all that did was the rainbow.

He stood at the precipice, With unblinking vacant eyes, The water shimmering far below, His face had the eerie calmness Of having weathered a storm. "Don't jump", Startled, he looked at me, And for a moment those eyes, Had a strange wonder. Then vacant again and the lips firm, "You don't understand", said he     "Please, talk to me", I implored He opened his mouth with soundless words. "Just pause…Nothing is ever lost. It will surely pass. Just come back to this side, and we'll talk"       He gave a sudden smile that lit up his eyes "Thank you" he said as he extended his hand, And asked if I knew the story of Pandora's box "Yes", I said with relief, his hand in mine Tugging at him to climb back, He looked me straight in the eye and said, "But, what if there's no hope in the end…?" And in the blink of an eternal moment, He let go and leaped - ...

Frightened she came crying into the world, Bringing smiles all around She'd  come a long way, Ventured through the dark To find her home She journeyed through life with a quest, To find a place to belong She searched far and wide, Ventured through the dark To search for her home Every place held valleys of promise, Boldly, she faced the unknown, With hope ever present in her heart, But was met with a cold glare, from everywhere, “ This isn ’ t your home, you must search some more ” And as she kept walking, time went on, Finding her on a lonely moment, Teary, and begging for a sense of the Grand Plan The elusive home that she failed to understand. Was it a place of no fear? Was it a person, an emotion, a creation or an action? Drained, she looked up to see the vision, “ It just is. you- you are ” , It said gently to her. Nature doesn ’ t figure it out, but flows. She looked with tired eyes, willing to surrender. ...

There's a wish I have to be in a far-off time for a while, Just for a day, to take flights of fancy and believe it all to be real There's a wish I have to be naive once more Just for a day, to see the world with wide-eyed wonder There's a wish I have to be free from society, Just for a day, to see everything without labels or reality There's a wish I have to detach from my mind Just for a day, to see myself without limits or fear Just for a day, just once I wish I could escape to innocence

The flickering glow of fire.. Transient- it enslaves us, as the surreal fantasy of permanence, makes a tantalising appearance. But like embers sleeping into darkness, Or footprints merging into the sea, every moment flees into the everlasting void But would the tree be a tree if it had only the disappearing leaves? Would we have the need to belong, to enshrine every memory, if we didn't wish for immortality? Is it even possible to see, without the shackles of illusion, at the only eternally beautiful moment- present, free yet ephemeral