"inertias" poems
A beauty touched! A yellow leaf!
Which shines and stares from midnight beams,
That topples waves with every motion
In yellow glaze and bright commotion!
Not distraught by distant wind,
The yellow park leaflet rides,
Among the arch, among the brim
Abound a wood— stood sitting high:
And branches tight, which sit them fair—
Not caught up by their troubles them—
Swallowed by some ancient air,
And there I stood, beauty'd in:
Felt it did, in inertias touch,
Oh gentle leaf in gentle cusp,
You kiss despite a wind-eye breeze—
You sit and yet you give enough
A night wood, beauty-yellow tree.
Nov 20, 2021
Nov 20, 2021 at 6:44 PM UTC
Fallen leaves
A withered oak leaf often weeps in...
Not for separation from the tree so much
As for the change in the eyes of the master
The leaf cared, nourished & pampered, till yesterday
Subject to trample and strangle of today
Not that its beauty has faded
Nor because its elegance has receded.
"Hey the withered, trampled and strangled!!"
Mocked the majestic oak each day at the fallen leaves
"I am the Victor, the master of the day
And you the silent onlooker....."
The fallen leaves wept in silence
Till the day when wind flew them to distant land
They declared " You are mistaken dear friend...
You have no clue as to what I can be"
I can make my footprints over the clouds
I can borrow the bird's wings to touch the sky
I can steal colours from rainbow for myself
I can reach the rain drops to sip water for myself
And when I die I can help another tree grow.
And You- my friend are merely a tree, a thirsty oak
Bound by myriad inertias of life
While I am a dream, I live for a dream
And can die for one...
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 8:56 AM UTC
The Fears that keep me awake overnight
The Inertias that want me to stay still, always
The Dilemmas that make me a prisoner of indecision
The Hitches that say "Oh!! How can you do that"
The Inhibitions that pull me backwards
The Fallacies that prove me wrong, always...
I shall win you all with my ink...
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 2:13 PM UTC