Poetry

Elements

 

Water I am

In my gushing praise

In the love that pours

In the patter of my hugs

My laughs that rain.

Earth I am

Layers revealed as you dig deep

In the solid support I provide

A base that holds all of you together

As I muddy around and you grow into a tree !

Air I am

In the breeze of thrill I bring

The air of courage I breathe into you

As the wind of my prowess roars

And the puffs of my gentility kiss.

Fire I am

In the rage that rises when you’re wronged

The willpower to make mansions material

In my boiling passion

And in my scent that incenses.

Sky I am

In the expanse my soul traverses

An umbrella over your being

As I watch over protectively

Absolute, omnipresent, manifest.

Water you become

In the joy that bubbles in you

Trickles of togetherness drenching us

In the flush of your excitement

As we rinse our days away.

Earth you become

When you hold me, even when I erode you

As you let me sprout

In the happy sandcastles of our dreams

As we conjoin and sustain life.

Air you become

In the storm we rake together

Then survive through the gale

In the companionship we inhale

As the windmills of days spin away.

Fire you become

As I burn your desires

Add fuel to the flame

As we’re roasted in a continuum

Our hearts set aflame.

Sky you become

In the fears that we set free

As we’re both dawn and dusk, day and night,

An abode encouraging flight,

Invincible in our celestial sphere.

 

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SENSES

 

Your music overthrows me –

Potent notes dangling in the grateful air,

I inhale your melody

That dances around despite its melancholy,

The same breath unites us

In one wavelength,

The beats you kick away

engulf me in a rhythm;

I see your unassailable call

To the valley of elation

I jump on, eager,

The taste of the song lingers still

I savour the sounds.

 

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Little Gusts of Wind

   

A little gust of wind scampers around –

Tousling the trees

Nudging the leaves

tickling the grass

Shooing the clouds above.

A little gust of wind scampers around –

shoving the mountains

whistling at the sky

tripping on the seas

puncturing ripples in them.

A little gust of wind scampers around

teasing my hair

ruffling my clothes.

In all its banter

it stops for a second,

Stirring my soul

Waking something deep within.

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Myriad Musings

Too much to take

You craved for cake the other day. I proudly served you a piece with brownie, brioche and all that I bake.

Oh ! Remember the day you whispered about a dream ? A dream on the lake wrapped under a starry night. We set sail in seas with blessed breeze, safe under the cozy cover of the moonbeams.

You beseeched me to take a wary step into the dark corners of my being and tap a little secret for the night. It instead became a night of secrets as I let you wander all over, showing you my tunnels with the same welcome with which I display my bridges. Elated you were about the unforeseen fortune !

When you felt threatened in the least, I ran to be the army you needed. It was the engulfing embrace you noticed and cherished, but you missed the fierce spear I had sharpened to sear your ghosts.

I was the safety blanket which you wore like a cloak of invincibility, until you wanted a new colour. You see, I was neon orange and you couldn’t handle the force of me. You wanted sober. Faded. So you could feel like the saviour.

By then, you’d explored my islands, plateaus and valleys and you wanted to go to a different country. Where there would be more slush and less sand, so you feel like the better man. Alas, I realised beauty can induce fear only when you were taken aback by my equally agreeable hills and dales.

So, I got you tickets to a faraway dream and waved farewell when your flight soared high. I found it strange that the reason you flew without me was I “gave you too much”. Little did you realise that it wasn’t the strokes of the painting that were too loud but the interpreter’s eyes that were sore.

Soon, you may tire of the treasures the other nations bear and all you would want will be to come back home. You’d point out your wounds the size of my mole and I’d be reminded of the monsters under your bed. So you’ll ask for a bandaid and I’ll throw in a brownie, a blanket and a blissful lullaby. As I sing you to sleep, make your choice.

For I’m in or out, you’ll never find me lingering by the door. I don’t dole out my affections in portions and titbits. If you’re asking from me, you’re always asking for more.

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Life lessons, Myriad Musings, Poetry

Imprint

Thrill of the chase ?

This ain’t no race !

Irrespective of time and space,

My presence, you can never erase.

Find me flowering,

In the lush gardens of my praise,

the freshness of the evening breeze

and the sweet scent of the petals

I leave in my wake.

Find me jubilant,

In the hugs that reach the heart,

the courage you’ve to restart

and the triumphant punches

you throw in the buoyant air.

Find me dancing

Across the moles on your countenance,

In smiles left on crooked teeth

of strangers you please.

Find me wanting

When you settle for less,

Then crumble in distress,

As my voice in the backdrop reproaches

that you indeed deserve the best.

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