When Mind Resonates

I walked through the desolate road,  Either sides guarded by trees,  The breeze brushed me lightly; Tickling my senses and waking  Me to a new world to see...  I walked, and the breeze transformed Into a strong heavy wind.  The trees swayed,  A tree bearing dried leaves; Went bare in moments,  I watched dumbfounded,  And the yellow flowers from golden laburnum,  Flew in air, creating a marvellous moment…  I gaped in awe!  Ecstasy filling in, and me enjoying the moment,  And suddenly, it poured,  Drenching me in the warmth of love…  I smiled, my stupid grin!  Love, ecstasy and me; I wished if you were there,  To share this moment with me.  I fell flat down in the meadow In some childish fervour!  Midst of the purple and white wild flowers,  Getting drenched with them.  Ecstasy, stupidity, rain and me... 

It was misty,  I was standing in the midst of woods,  It was winterish autumn!  The leaves were yellow and falling As if it was pouring!  The dry leaves rattled under my feet,  I was cold, freezing in a white tunic,  I was searching for something,  Maybe someone…  I saw a shadow of someone  Receding behind the huge tree,  And walking away into the mist,  And vanished… For whom and for what I left my cloak?  To be frozen in this winterish autumn!  Hails fell generously, I need warmth.  The bush that was on fire without burning,  I wished for that, though I was not in that divine plan…  At the far end, a lantern was lit with  The yellow flame flickering through the mist,  I walked towards it,  Unknowns await, and uncertainty rules life!  Unless you understand the origin of tornados From the patterns of butterfly flutter. 

The world revolves around you As you perceive it…  I, me, my, mine, rings; And you find yourself in a glass cubicle,  Afraid of the glass shattered By the hurtful words, or looks!  And you stay away, aloof…  Let go, no one is yours,  Or ever will be, or ever was!  It's safer out in the wilderness, In the woods, the butterflies Drawing patterns as they Seek nectar from flower to flower; And the squealing squirrels  Stealing a glance and hurry away…  You find yourself forgetting 'you' ; You, safe in the bosom of the nature,  I try not to acknowledge my nightmares; And the lost unlived moments…  Sadly to fall into the same pit again!  I still can crawl out, and embrace The gulmohar who knows how, what and why!  Though I should bitterly accept him of never being mine…  It's tempting to make people and things mine; Though it never is, still the urge prevails. Detachment remains as dilemma… 

I love the dark nights When it thunders and rains,  When the wind blows heavily And my curtains sway…  I find me being resonated,  When I sob calmly,  Then violently into my pillow; My sobs absorbed into the- Vehement rainy air…  I sob on the past,  On the unmade memories,  That's lost to be never recovered!  For the instances never to be lived In any future moments…  For the triviality of life,  For the moments of ignorance!  And the rain curtails…  I remember the firefly,  The messenger of rain; I smile to myself through my sobs; Everything shall pass,  The nothingness too…  Sobbing for the emptiness!  Unlived moments buried- Deep under heavy chilling snow! Never to be discovered. 

I wandered through the yard,  Aimlessly, mindlessly…  The caper flowers fell shattered,  And the elegant flowers of cannonball- Filling in the fragrance of the deity…  Dilemma of seeking more,  And receiving less, re-equated!  Wondering to accept life To be sweet or bitter!  The emotional being buried within me,  Woke up and my eyes filled up,  And a purple-black indian blackberry; Fell into my palm; as if answering me!  Life is neither sweet nor bitter,  But both blend-in uniquely…  It's still palatable in a marvellous different way!  I sat under the grandpa banyan,  Savouring the sweet-bitter fruit.  I do like the purpleness left on my tongue,  But the fear of bitterness and disownment- Does loom over in the mental depths,  The wind blew, dried leaves flew,  I smiled relishing the beautiful moment.  The sunrays in shiny golden seeped in Through the canopy shy… I want for more, should I pick ...