Peace —
A feeling
A state of being
Of being in the present
With a deep sense of calm
That comes from — knowing
Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 9:43 AM UTC
There she stood
Tall and assured
Charming but not boastful --
An energizing silence
A magnetic pull, all-knowing
Drawing me closer --
A scar I notice
A defect somewhat
An impurity they say --
She cares not to hide it
She basks in it
Pride in memory --
I come to hold her in esteem
Sets her apart
A quiet confidence --
A connection inimitable
I fondly remember
And she revels in remembrance --
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 1:34 PM UTC
You often spoke of frameworks as guiding principles at all phases of life.
You spoke of structures, you spoke of lines..
Lines that when crossed with mischief, called for admonishment.
Lines you drew on our exercise books to ensure homework was complete.
Lines you made so clear guarding your babies from outside harm.
Lines that parallel the lives of all mothers.
Today as I look at you, I see those lines etched deep in tireless perseverance; a reminder of your experiences.
Those lines as you age ever so gracefully, are exactly what makes you all the more so beautiful.
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 1:55 PM UTC
Comfort is nice but mundane bores
I must explore the wonders of sea
My thoughts take wings, zest soars
I set sail on my journey with glee
A crushing wave, a sudden slip
Yanking my board from under my feet
Hither tither I scramble for a grip
Boy this feels, anything but sweet
Not what I thought - no easy play
Things just aren't going my way
I look for reason, reason flees
Reason tells me meaning you’ll see
Tired of evil, tired of this ploy
I loosen my grip, I free control
In this moment, I now enjoy
The ebb and flow of the larger whole
A storm revisits, I know the drill
I'm tossed again in life's caprice
I align my will with divine will
And now I sail the winds with ease
May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 1:39 AM UTC
the pangs dig deep
its been harder to sleep
this hunger we fight
with all our might
gone are our meals
but not our will
each breath we take
a vision we create
this fight's not done
for the power of one
the givers will give
the believers will live
the meals will arrive
and again we'll thrive
to faith we succumb
with prayer in this slum
for when faith is lost
the fight is lost
and when love is lost
all is lost
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 3:31 AM UTC
The whistle sounded, the train chugged
The journey began as many unplugged
Fates were rested on solid tracks
Scraps of iron responsible for their backs
Compartmentalised boxes carried varying stories
Some call it a divide, others settle for categories
Some boxes resplendent with ornaments and gilding
Others modest with unembellished finishings
Whatever the setting, the views didn't discriminate
One only had to look out if one had to rejuvenate
The landscapes never spoke, but the passengers listened
As if nature's lyrics were intently written
Each swayed by the drama of their lives
On a journey assumed with predestined stops
No one saw an impending halt
On unfinished tracks and an unexpected drop
If unspoken words were to be exchanged,
What would they have been
If unasked questions were to be answered,
Would they have freed one from within
Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 9:53 PM UTC
Blue ink was no friend
Blue ink was the most boring plan
For the trees and hills Suzy ran
When Mama came with a stick in her hand
For months and years Suzy despaired
This forced acquaintance she wished to be spared
This Hulk of a character Mama'd personify
This waste of time, she knew not why
I just wanna be free, Suzy lamented
An uproarious laughter, with which she was greeted
Why do you act all so tormented, said this voice
Without blue ink, you will be mistreated
How do you carve a path of your own
How do you enforce a right you wouldn't have known
How do you right a wrong you don't condone
How do you condone life when left alone
To the books and pages Suzy ran
Devouring much material in the given span
In a solid colour, she saw a world of wonder
In its simple strokes, there was no more to be coaxed
In happiness and despair, Suzy was elevated
In health and sickness, she knew to be liberated
In company and solitude, Suzy was educated
In wealth and poverty, she knew she had profited
Blue ink had granted her the highest of privileges
For to live well, is to live with choice
A coveted privilege, with which we rejoice
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 10:17 AM UTC
The moon has its ways of inspiring awe,
Taking on different forms, challenging static notions of identity—
And when it chooses to shine bright, it affirms it has never been any less a whole—
May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 10:47 AM UTC
And if stories are what our lives are
To live is to dance to the narrator’s tune
Some stories go hand in hand
Some stories go thither in pursuit of another
Sometimes we narrate our chapters
Sometimes our chapters narrate themselves
In stories we seek reason
In reason we seek conclusion
But if the narrator’s narration does not make sense
The actors cope thru a different lens
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 10:55 AM UTC
There are many of us
Yet few like us
Different tho we might be
Least we know our difference together
I felt alone
And you extended your solace
A comforting refuge
In fight and in counsel
Now my days fall silent
And I seek your voice
Have you indulging my quirks
Or chiding my folly
Try as I might
To fill this void
Words are spoken
Yet silence persists
Wherever you are
I miss you my friend
Wherever you are
You are but far
Apr 13, 2019
Apr 13, 2019 at 7:02 AM UTC