Calm, poised, and unperturbed Alone but not lonely, it rides the tides Greenish yellow with serrated edges Light and weightless, it bounces along Savours everything that comes its way Dances through the turbulent hill stream Drifts across the glassy placid lake Sways in the graceful murmuring river Doused by water, sparkling and murky Not sodden nor shaken, it glistens and shines Tumbles into the vast limitless ocean Rises and falls, plays with the waves Infinite happiness and boundless joy Home at last, it smiles in peace Doors have opened, time has come It wilts, it fades, it withers away!
Category: Poetry Moments
Rambling Mind & Office Meetings
There are these office meetings where you have nothing much to do, many of you would surely know what I am talking about. You suppress your yawns that invariably appear as your eyes water, you fidget with your pen/pencil, or doddle away on a paper pretending that it’s your way of concentrating.
And, if you have ever been part of such meetings virtually, you know how that feels like. It only gets worse. Though you may argue that it is perhaps better as nobody’s watching and you are free to yawn or do whatever you wish. But remember, you are in isolation, limited by your laptop screen. Boredom strikes, your mind wanders, and if your name is suddenly called out when you aren’t paying attention, well then……embarrassing it is…
Now, if you happen to be in India working with a global team, it’s as torturous as it can be as most of these meetings will happen late in the evenings. A good lullaby to your half-asleep self.
Last week, during one such boring office meeting, I opened a Word doc and started scribbling. I didn’t pay much attention to what I was writing as half my mind was listening to the meeting conversations. I read what I had written later and it was yet another dark poem. Not again – I told myself. Why does this happen? I am not particularly unhappy or depressed. Rather, I’d like to believe that I am a very positive person. Sometimes, my enthusiasm about certain things in life drives my family and friends up the wall. Hence, strange that these poems become dark.
Here’s what I had written:
Rambling Mind
Into the never-ending dark abyss
The mind twists and turns
Worries and doubts and uncertainties abound
I had shut the gates, didn’t I?
Creepy creatures that they are
Ugly monsters that dwell in the dark
The mind, restless and edgy
One tiny slim ray of light, powerful and strong
Shimmers, gleams, and pierces through
They melt and dissolve, those creatures of the dark
The light was here, right here, just yesterday
I had seen it, didn’t I?
Vanished today, out of sight
The bright and powerful light, could it still be here?
Stuck with the nasty and the noxious
The mind that sometimes refuses to try!
Malicious Thoughts
Dark clouds spread across the sky
All romantic and gay, you’d think
Gloom and grey was all that was there
The mind strides into a world of its own
Spiraling thoughts jumble up from nowhere
Like wisps of curling strands of smoke
Rising from recesses deep within
Awakening from their silent slumbers
Creeping up, their wretched ugly heads
Thoughts that I struggle to leave behind
Wickedly they smile, mock my being
With renewed strength and new-found vigor
My strong self looks away, makes no eye contact
Their presence overpowers, grips me tight
I fall prey for the thousandth time
To their malicious intents and roughish ways
Alas, the dark clouds that filled the sky!
Etched
Life was peaceful
Running at its own pace
Riding the waves of the good
And the not so good
Drawing comfort from the equilibrium
I had found my own happy home
With checks and balances in place
Like a painting carefully laid out
Carpeting the cold tiled floor
Along came a ray of sunlight
Bursting the painting with joy unknown
Every colour sprinkled alive
Sparkling bright in their own glorious ways
Just then the season changed
Drops of rain dribbled from nowhere
The colours ran into each other
Helter skelter, here and there
Streamed onto the cold tiled floor
The painting could hold no longer
Remnants of the jubilant colours
But refuse to fade away….
