Going Solo

I see, 
sea around
Calm to clouds
Water they share
Rains spoke not a word.
Trees fresh green watch
Droplets through spread feathers, black
White dome, a standstill globe
I take control from atop
Rains spoke not word.
Illusions of power and strength
I sense from where I sit tall and proud
That's the universe of acceptance
A little ruffle is simply harmless
I see!

A crow that I am
Free I feel as I fly and perch...
Only a few worried glances at times;
At times, my curiosity gets misrepresented
Irrational as it may sound,
Wonder aloud "why me"often;
Why judge me by tales of good and evil?
Only a few loving eyes glance,
No, they look at me, and I speak,
"Like you, I search my reality."

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About…

About page of infinitesimal pauses,

Temporal;

Absolute change in existence, adjourned

Sine die.

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For Her

She and I didn’t share the same nature of job.

I’ve known her but for some time now.

She and I never spoke anything

Except exchanged “Thank you”  

For the cup of tea she served me at work.

Today, unlike other days

She and I got into the lift together and were alone.

I smiled and fiddled with my phone

And she searched in her bag for chocolates

“You know, I work for myself and my past is not painful.”

“Happy Women’s Day, madam.”

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Privacy

privacy

Hiding behind the scene,

She hoped to remain unseen;

“Private I am and share not my mind.”

Her performance a dream;

Applause heard among scream;

“Private I am and save me my name.”

Who she is, mattered everywhere.

Who she truly is, mattered to none;

“My privacy is precious and I trade not.”

And thoughts conflicted

Between real and realm

In her sacred private space.

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via Daily Prompt: Privacy

Yet, I am not different

Apparently, there’s nothing common

In two people’s lives,

Till situation wipes space and time;

Opportune to movement

I’m here and so are you;

  When was the last, where time raced

With little reflection?

Boundaries apart

Preciousness of life

Yet to be realised….

Waiting and waning

“Will I see another New Year?”

Child asked Santa;

Trust never failed.

I continue to read,

Hoping for many

A life of dignity

And some food to eat.

Wonder, if they still know

The taste of potatoes and beans.

There’s nothing common

Yet, I am not different.

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On That Day

on-that-day

I didn’t wish to be there

On that day.

But somehow I am here

As of today.

The clouds told the sea;

The wind told the palms.

But the carpet grass rejoiced,

As the shadow stayed poised.

Have I known you, ever?

Every day, newer?

Roots shallow or deep, I gather

We live in today, together.

Said the greens to the woods

As air, water and light witnessed.

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Wandering

image

Miles and miles lay the road
And either side the stretch of land;
Cloudy sky raced along endlessly.

            Sheep and horses graced oblivious while
            The motorists aware of speed limits monitored;
             Little baby slept peacefully.

                       The hills and valley watched distantly
                      And  different time zones mattered not much;
                       Grass grazed the wilderness.
  
                                 But the Universe heard the same song
                                 Every soul rendered in the hours of strange unions
                                 Loving their existence in the distinct frames of life.

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