When Mind Resonates

Pestilential is the moods; Swinging from exuberant ecstasy- Going all high and touching  The fragrant Kamini bloomed, spreading The unearthly scent, inviting Vivacious moment of romance in air! Just to swing back, shattered Like the bloom of Kamini - Transforming into fallen petals… And the night and milky way being the spectators! Swollen eyes and shattered bundle of memories… Scattered like the broken pieces of mirrors; The colourful mirrors that make Moroccan lamps… Even shattered, it carries the elegance And stays in poise and pride; Probably hiding the pearls of tears Pulled back at the corner of eyes… Still giving a subtle smile; With a glitter near the lashes; Reminding the winking stars... Again to swing all up  And kiss the Kamini, nibbling the fragrance; And to be lost in the moment of night… Clinging on to the wild rope hanging from The banyan; king of the grove- Not to fall down, even swung back.

  Night brings back the nightmares, Unspoken and hidden fears Resurface and put on the frightening mask- It's painted in fierce blend of white, red and green...  The braveness held all through the day Slips off, to scream silently At the middle of the night! Eyes wide-open, I recollect the beautiful  Moments in past, yes, the memories Cherished and tagged with a note of gratitude… And there stands the gulmohar in full bloom, The fallen petals damp in summer rain! And me as a kid picking the red petals; Then me leaning on to him And whispering the secret reverie... And me sobbing quietly, shedding the vehement emotions, A teardrop rolled down my cheeks, How I wish to be near the gulmohar Asking for solace, and a firefly liting my way As I walk towards him this night! And I felt myself being like the baffled king Singing hallelujah as sung by Cohen! I wish again for a serenade, Filling warmth within while watching the stars Glittering in the night sky, And me falling back t...

  It was sunny evening- The shore was desolate, The waves lashed in composed elegance Quiet in some thought, Moving with the currents. Afar the shadows of boats moved at horizon Chasing the destinations. Aphids in betallions marched In a chaotic discipline to fullfill some mission! The rocks grew green beard And watched the busy aphids… The skeleton of a squid washed to the shore, I imagined the size while it was alive. The sun didn't feel hot as the breeze was cool The water gave chills… Love was efferevessing and spilling Merging in the nature… Passing moments are then just memories, Some to fade and some to be cherished… The subtle line of affection and insatiation wiggles. The wave still rushed to the shore in calmness, Caressing the shore and acknowledging  The magic of filling calmness in the roaring self; The arms of the waves and the bosom of shore Sooth each other to the beauty of life… Merging, but never becoming one; But inseparable!

  Standing giant and alone- Was the 'kanikonna'- the golden laburnum… All around was just the over crowded shrubs. Behind stood the elegant home- All worn out, expressing a golden past; Quiet, in the midst of the echoes of the birds… The giant laburnum, stood as if still in the lost past, As if he was regurgitating the wonderful moments in past, When it bloomed and kids raced for the golden blooms; There were giggling and shouts of joy… Now no one is in here… The grandma was the last to touch tender  And tell to bloom well for next Vishu… Now no one comes around; The old laburnum stood watching the flowing river In deep silence, meditating the past; And a kingfisher did make a move To make the 'grandpa' smile with his somersault. I think he did smile as his branches swayed Acknowledging the gesture… And I walked past, leaving him back In his past and loneliness.

  The darkness faded filling in the sun, The dawn getting clearer, The birds squeaking and squealing, The plants and trees half asleep, And the touch-me-not reluctant Even to squint at me! I thought of disturbing her, Then changed my mind; Remembered my brother irritating me On Saturday mornings, When I was cosily inside the duvet; And finally retreating happily saying: " You can't wake who pretend to sleep" Under my duvet I would imagine his Smug smile of triumph… The day was getting awake, And the pavement was carpeted with ilanji flowers; I kneeled and picked two! I had that stupid grin, I could sense  Eyes falling on me with a lunomanometer Measuring the extent of lunaticity… Carrying the grin I walked past, Watching the humming bird Sitting on a bunch of Ashoka flowers Where it was minisculed,  The shiny shade of blue glimmering, As he hopped from flower to flower... And my nose flared up at the enticing fragrance; I glanced around and spotted, The mighty chembakam, ...

And they tell the tales of me being bold; Facing life with a triumphant smile. Counting on the moments: Instead of falling apart, shattered Just like a lantern glass,  Calmly breathing with a solemn smile… Yes,they see all that- I can not deny that, that's not me 'Cz I am that, but more of me is within... Sobbing in the closets, Dampening my pillows, Trying hard to hold back tears- In the midst of pandemonium! I remember reading somewhere- That you can pretend to be brave, That no one will know that you aren't… And rare few who know the inner me, Wonder what's wrong with people- Who 'flatter' me for being brave… I am both, but the real me is within! And if you have seen me  Afraid, shattered and broken, Then are among the rare, Elite and dear, whom I trust blindly.

One day I spoke to my Senior colleague  He said with lots of pain, "I am afraid, I have a daughter, The world is not good to daughters…" Afraid fathers! Afraid mothers ! Afraid women! I want to shout that we are barbaric still; The history being repeated in different forms, Always zeroing down to the flesh of woman! Every conflict and every war had  Stories of silent and helpless sobs of women! In the midst of this I remember a day… When I realised of the human hearts That still beat within the goodness of men, Who still stand with women  And stay as feminist: As someone said, Rajaram Mohan Roy is the greatest feminist ever, Or Jesus who made the men leave their  Stones and fled reading the letters written on sand… That day, I was around eighteen, Travelling in a bus, on the way to an exam, The bus was packed, and me in the midst of men… And a man in his middle age, Stood behind me, which was beyond uncomfortable. No space to move and no arguments to raise! I was thi...

                                                     Though darkness is referred To wrong and away from goodness, Many a times, I feel differently. Darkness was always my friend I felt secure in darkness As my tears go unseen... And I stay within me, Look into myself; And I accept my insecurities, Gather the strength to confront The world full of lights: Of sun and of the luminous lamps… I have always told sun That I love him crimson red at dusk, Again, unable to watch him bright. True, it's my insecurities… Let me be here in the soothing darkness. It's not darkness but corrupted minds That ruin the beauty of darkness. Night is more beautiful than day; The real you revealed in darkness… Darkness, I love you; Maybe because you know me more!

                                  Sunshine was seeping in Through the dense foliage… I sat leaning to a huge trunk- Making me an inconspicuous being. Hiding myself from sunrays And watching the withered fallen leaves… I whimpered softly, not knowing- For what, for whom and why… I always enjoyed being myself  And enjoyed my own company, The bliss of solitude overwhelmed then- That was being a child… Talking to the mango trees, The berries and the passion fruits! The creeper jasmine and the wild rose Which bloomed in bunches just for me! And now, I'm in search of my solitude- And what I find is loneliness… I sobbed again, and a pink flower fell From the foliage, and I picked, And my nose flared with the fragrance! And it started drizzling, I felt being belonged And it poured, petrichor made the moment  A treat for the olfaction! My tears washed in the rain, Finding myself smiling, that stupid gr...