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She told the sky

Be with me, will you

she told the sky and he smiled

she asked for a moment

And he turned around

Out against the raging storms

the rising oceans

the smouldering clouds

her heart waned and waxed

in love and pain and hurt

in moments of gloom

he sometimes became a twinkling star

yet so far so far so far

she feared the heart that yearned so much

the tongue that spelt

the thoughts that felt

deep imprints on the soul

but the voice,ah, the voice

like none she found

called out in dreams

and lonely nights

bewildering and soothing all at once

fearful of showing

and tearing to break

the dreams strecth asking for courage

travelling on sighs the tears swell

the spirit though looked on and laughed

as if she were a stranger far

so gathering cold spread from

outside in or inside out

thus, she thought and held silence!

Ps: thoughts that rise

Hear my song

Would you hear my song

sung in my native tongue

sweeter than honey

would you know of my pain

when my home was wrecked

by machines that ran amok

would you stop to think

what you have done to me

my home of children five

our need for food, sleep and shelter too

if only, dear love, you had come

to see me as your own

you would have known

how precarious the trees

are as my haven

how insufficient the berries

that grow for us and you

how little of our thirst

is ever quenched

how our existence is a mere blotch

but first, love, you will have

to own yourself and yours’

maybe then you will start to think of me

till such time I am doomed

and so are my kind.

Ps: What a tailed friend said!

Chaotic Winter Dreams

Dont ask me of the ways

or waywardness of the mind

nor of the sudden surges of emotion

that create runaway commotions

and rock the heart of its seat

hither tither everywhere

nor of the calm that sometimes possess

and emanate from the deep soul

crafting a carefree bubble as it were

and holds a pain and a smile alike

kissing it all azure love

in winters when the hearts grow warm in hope

dreams float in distant entranced thoughts

a shoulder perhaps hopes to hold a hermit

and grow together in dreams and do’s

dreams maythen grow roots in fantasies

and find ways to travel to realities

coz tomorrows come and paint pictures that

hold a hand, lend a hope, watch a smile and watch it again

Sky Madness

‘You must be mad’, said the sky

‘to cling to me like a child

to yearn for attention

and ask for affection

remember life is a lone toil

get on, get moving’

‘but, but’, she tried to express

‘I have always been strong

stood straight and leaned on self

sometimes to have a hand to hold

or a ear to hear

or a friend to share a smile

or just to laugh out loud

is just rightful wishing, hmm?’

‘Perhaps’ he nodded a bit annoyed

‘the stars are many

my vision unlimited

my journey is to the unknown

time is too precious

if at the turn of the horizon yonder

where the blue skies meet the rainbows

where thunders gather their light and fire

where the sun comes to fill his quota of light

there the stars dance till it is night

if we meet there we will see

till then, ciao, until we meet again’

and she was glum and a bit lost.

Faraway, faraway

faraway, farway

I hear a song

sung for me

I hear the tune

I note the swing

in the wind

and the dancing leaves

the sky so far

the clouds now so dark

and then so light, now finely sit

around a hope and fan it true

in the heart there grows a dream

that reaches the eyes and sheds in tears

grows in sighs and forlorn smiles

then looks ahead at the western sky

glimmering sun setting far takes with him

the shreds of pain, the shards of shame

and leaves behind a blushing hue

of a faraway song,

of a faraway song

sung for me against the western sky!

PS: a song break- why holidays are good!

Lost sky

Come this way I told the sky

I spread my skirt and made some space

among the clouds I searched for him

and the sky said he had lost his way

between the azure, the dark purple ones and the light

blues of the fluffy candies of the heaven

‘I have lost my way with too many goodies

I know not which one to choose’

funny, said I, if only you knew the worth

you would pick the right one up

‘but you see’, said the sky half laughing

‘last time I chose I was slapped twice!’

What the tree said!

Coz you can’t see our tears

don’t think that we don’t cry

coz you won’t know the colour of our blood

don’t assume that we don’t bleed

coz you see us rooted and incapable of escape

don’t believe that we succumb

the lives that we bear

the hopes that we spread

the stories that we have heard

and choose not to tell

are not yoursto know

who ever built to perish!

only men will know!

not every scream is loud

nor is every pain palpable

not every drop of blood is red

nor is every silence an acceptance

whoever built to perish!

only the men will know!

Then the oracles shall speak!

Then the heavens shall tear!

PS: Development at Tumkur road

Just go girl!

Of many things that is difficult, is the ability to be with oneself. Really, to be able to accept who you are, how you are is a very difficult task.

For years I have known myself to struggle with self acceptance, I have sought validation from others, sometimes from work, at times from colleagues and often from my parents and always from my daughter.

The details of why this acceptance was difficult are not one but too many. Yet, there has always forever been a need to be heard and understood. If not understood but atleast to be heard, ‘hear me’, hear me out’ my soul seemed to cry out.

And then came writing and with it a huge sense of validation. A feeling of being heard and understood, maybe maybe not, but definitely the thirsty sharer in me, found a space, and a positive one at that.

Some time in 2014, I came to realise how all human experiences are more or less similar, though the timelines and the intensity may differ and that there is essentially no shame in sharing, that was partly because of ISABS and many other such experiences that I came to be part of. And that helped and stayed with me.

So, it is not difficult then to share, but to be understood is a different ball game altogether, but that is ok, I guess. Whoever felt understood totally, in life. When understanding self takes a whole life time, how can one expect others to make sense of who you are.

In all this introspection and the need to be heard, I decided to take myself out, yes, after quite sometime, I went out with myself. I was at leisure, I was the observer and the observed. I found it fascinating how the act of stepping out itself seemed to energize me.

Suddenly I was lighter and the world merrier and azure indeed!

Yes, I felt assured too, reassured of my time on the planet and maybe a small part of the ‘why’.

Sometimes, just sometimes then

go sit with yourself with a mug of coffee

spreading its aroma in the room and filling

your nostrils with an other worldliness

sometimes, just sometimes, go take yourself out

dress up and put on that dash of a lipstick

and admire yourself, feel beautiful

go saunter in the malls, stand and watch

its ok to do that alone, you are aware of it

for the onlookers you are just having a ball

so just have a heluva time with yourself

sit down at the restraunt and watch

and smile sometimes at random strangers

and be surprised when they smile back

the world is not all that bad or brooding nor dull

be your own good company, remember to love yourself

before you find someone to love you as your own.

Go pick up a cycle, barge into a dance class, enter a pub

do whatever that your heart calls for.

Cluck your heels, show your skirts short, long whatever

put on that pant, and that top and don’t be shy of showing

some skin, its ok, coz you know what Maya Angelou said

Coz in yourself, in your own true self, you are phenomenal too

go embrace yourself and put out a pic, don’t be afraid of judgement

after much living, what is with so much thinking

if in 50’s you are as you were in 20’s then what for

were the life changing experiences for you

what did you unravel, what layers did you shed

look yourself in the eye and the world looks up to you

Just go girl! Just go!

ആകാശവും ഭൂമിയും

ആകാശിത്തിന്റെ നീണ്ട കരങ്ങൾ
തന്നിലേക്ക് നീളുന്നത്
ഭൂമി ഒരു കൗതുകത്തോടെ നോക്കി കണ്ടു
തിരക്കാണെന്നു പറഞ്ഞിട്ട്

അതപ്പോൾ ഇതിപ്പോൾ
എന്ന് ആകാശം

ഒന്നും പറയാനില്ലെന്ന്‌
അവൾ പുഞ്ചിരിച്ചു

രഹസ്യങ്ങൾ ചോർത്താൻ എന്ന
വ്യാജേന കാറ്റു
ഒന്ന്‌ ആഞ്ഞു വീശി

Skylogues

I am cannot possibly be just yours, said Sky, walking tall, his back upright and his voice tender even in pride.

You see, thousands prostrate in front of me, the clouds dance around me, the breeze blows for me, the oceans rise and fall for me often the earth sends me her ardent yearnings for love. Every life form blushes in deep love for me and rejoices in my presence.

A thousand souls look to me, many more worship me, others soak in my light and grow warm and glow,you must understand I am rather busy, in the real sense!

Besides to me you are one among the all, the multitudes, yes, I know you, see you, hear you even and you should be grateful for what I do for you.

Remember I sustain you, it is not the other way around. So stop this clinging and this unnecessary cringing and this over the top sentimentality. I got to run my course. I do. Millenia has watched me do the same. She knows, the universe, she knows it all. Ask her if you don’t believe me.

In all these years of shining, I have met many souls, beautiful like yourself, they come and go, like flowers in the garden, I watch them all. I love them all.

Allow me the pleasure to shine on all. I sustain lives many more than you can ever count but I know you, I hear you, and I even see you.

Rejoice in my presence, go celebrate the warmth of my love and feel one among others, all others, know that you are special, like others.

I know what you think, of what you doubt, but doubt not, my beloved, my love is true and it is pure but just that it is for all, yes, for all.

I give in surplus, I don’t know to hold back and I give everything my form, my breath, my length, my colours, myself, all of my thoughts, my dreams, so you see me and sometimes do try and hear me.

Yes, giving has exhausted me at times, pinched me to the core, yet, the universe knows, she knows it all, I have never stopped and I shall never ever do that.

Come, smile, let’s walk together till your journey’s end. Stay with me. Find me in your eyes, in your breath, in your dreams and your thoughts, after all you will come back to me and I shall embrace you again.

Again, doubt not, I know you, I hear you and of course, I see you.

I do.