When Mind Resonates

"And we die as no one to each other, Though we say, this sky may move But our lives and love never end! Yes, no one gets born or die as anyone's": The grass blade put it emphatically The damn truth glaring, in a melancholic sob... In response, damselfly vowed to the grass blade Of being there forever, As it rains and it is dry... A dew fell from the tapered end of grass blade, As if she was overjoyed at the subtle Expressions of damselfly… The blue tail wiggled in promise And the multi-mirrored eyes proclaimed The 'together forever' message, As it glittered in the sun. The grass blade swayed shy in the breeze. The moments are life, Life itself a string of moments; The moments shared,  In black, white and grey, And in the brightest of colours… As of peacock feather, the sakuras, The aurora's… Life! The moments, then memories!

  I stood amid that vast dry land, Nothing to be seen than an array Of silver pampas grass- Swaying in the breeze, As if dancing to a melancholic tune... I lay on that dried grass; Watching the blue sky, Welcoming twilight; Whimpering in silence as darkness fell, With an ache deep in heart For the lost moments that never happened. Yes, dreams are only dreams... A host of fireflies lit the night, Lost dreams and me watching them, Giggling through the dark… The pampas grass being lit up Like a Christmas night by the lightful flies, Still swaying in melancholy;  And me, lost!

  I walked, listening to the silent music Emerging from my soul, The soul with broken strings, Like Beethoven listening to his masterpiece; I listened to it, nothing heard! I know the music of discordance is played But I'm deaf to listen… Irony of life!  When emotions rage and go unheard And dilemma brims and spills… Searching shoulder for solace! Either you shrink to nothingness Or you emerge from within and spread. I shrunk into my shell, Silent, unheard and unsaid. I saw the river emerging  And embracing the land in this early morning tides… Spilling emotions and love! The Kingfisher sat, turning away In deep contemplation, his brown head turned left Sitting on the broken tree trunk. He too is like me, I felt; Shrinking rather than emerging! I walked past him, Trying to listen to the discordant music Flowing from my soul...

Pleasant night was falling in, Me and you in the cosy blanket Sitting on this wooden cross bar of this small canoe, Welcoming winter to life… The canoe swayed with the waves  As the tide was rising up in river… There were clouds dark, conspiring a pour! The prayers and chants reverberating  In the waters of Ganges… My earthen oil lamps, burning As if its oil is my soul,  Adorscism of our spirit into the lamps; To be set in sail to light the dark waters… For togetherness, for love and for eternity; Giving warmth to the winter night, Proclaiming the unsaid dreams And the untold moments of grace… The boundaries unseen stab love! But love is to resurrect and to be spread- From the spirit adorced into these lamps, Floating away to the destiny, To be exorced and to be imbibed Into lives like a fragrant petrichor; Subtle, unseen but existing in every breath!

  And I was quiet, Silence was disturbing me Which was never so before. I used to love silence,  But this silence is thick, It is heavy and dense… And it's dark and not the darkness With whom I am friend with; This darkness has fangs Probably poison is dripping from it… I walked ahead, it was difficult to breathe, And I found a slight dispersion of light faraway, I do wonder of it to be just my imagination! And I walked with heavy steps, It felt like, though I walked, I was not moving The light seemed at infinity… And suddenly I realised, Of touching a door, I pushed it open… The light I saw was through a tiny crack... It was light of lanterns, Decorating a beautiful pavement; Either side in an elegant silent light, Liting up the pavement scattered With the bougainville flowers In purple and white… If I were not in the heavy silent darkness, Never would I have appreciated- This beautiful silent light. I know, I should never stop seeking. Seek, even sometimes you don't know wha...

  He was sitting on the huge coconut leaf, One of the higher ones, who was still As if in some meditation, not bothered to move… As if the day is yet to begin, And he was silent, submerged in some deep thought Analysing the life and the perspectives; How the world seem when he flies higher than the clouds, And how it looks while he sits on this coconut leaf, Watching the flowing river, Remembering the moments when he  Swiftly flew to gulp the silly fishes… The view of the world changes and widens  As you fly higher and higher, The world becomes smaller and smaller You know it in a larger canvas; But you lose the minute detailing Where the planktons exchange secrets to euglena! And the kingfisher silent after a squabble  With the woodpecker, who didn't even know It was a squabble but a healthy debate On the beaks they have! Busy in his work… And the Robin chirpping under the shades  Of cinnamon tree, thinking of the hay To make the nest… The pleasure of flying hi...

  I stood at the empty road, Holding your hands, Playfully pushing you with my elbow, Giggling childishly, lost in the moment... And watched the light poured From the street light standing high! And my eyes got stuck at the flies Fluttering around, as if in search  Of the meaning of life, in the darkness! Like Diogenes, wandering holding the lamp In the darkness of daylight In search of the honest man! And me realising that the moment I'm in is just to fade, And will be past and just memories… Me capturing the reality  And the flies still searching… And your hand holding mine. I brushed away the thoughts, Just to be in 'now'.

  One day you'll ask me ‘why u left?’ and ‘ I was only three when u left!’ That ‘I was barely three when you left,’ and ‘don't you know how i felt’! I chose to wear those boots long ago, Which i am sure you will forgo! For I wont be with you when you want To be home often, which I can’t. But kid,  I only dream of you and ya’ mom, and the time we're together home. I  see little dolls scattered in the house, The teddy, barbie and the mickey mouse. The swings you sat in the middle of the park, I see them clearly when i lie in the dark. Those tiny suits and shoes you wore, Wish I was with you for one day more. But now I shall wear the boots to march again, for another war is yet to begin! I want you know- it is for you, it is for you and only you! Written by- Ravi Anand (My pal)

  Fragrance of lotus! Peculiar from the rest; Flowers of kamini and devil's tree are seductive, Roses and Jasmines are romantic, Lotus, lotus remains divine… It's not of lust, not of wordly love; But of agapé, the unconditional love… Blossoming and awaiting the moon; And the moon forgets the fragrance… And fades away from promises Obscure goes the nights without moonlight, And the moon eclipses,  As if hidden in the oblivion… Still lotus awaits in silence; But agapé brims and spills; In the silence of the soul. Fragrance finally to be lost one day, When withered into nothingness, Lost moments and memories… Lost you and lost me! What stays is agapé and the fragrant soul!