In the bylanes of living
you will run into souls
that are fond of hanging
out with you for a step or two
hold the second, join the ride
smile a bit, break a bit and move on
coz the journey of life is all about movement
don’t be stubborn to cling or hold or whimper of neglect
just smile and know that all is good always coz even without your consent life goes on.
വഴികൾ പലതും അങ്ങനെയാണ്
ഇന്ന് വരും നാളെ വരും എന്ന് ഓർത്തു
വഴിയാത്രക്കാരെ കാത്തിരിക്കുകയാണവർ
നടന്നു വരാൻ ധൈര്യം വേണം എന്ന് ഒരു വഴി മൊഴിഞ്ഞു
അല്ല അത്ര എളുപ്പമല്ല എന്നെ മനസ്സിലാക്കുവാൻ
ഈ വഴിവന്നവർ കുഴങ്ങിയത് തന്നെ
വഴികൾ ഒരു പുച്ഛച്ചിരി ചിരിച്ചു കുലുങ്ങി നിവർന്നു
പല വഴികളും പല തരമാണല്ലോ, യാത്രക്കാരെ പോലെ തന്നെ
ഞങ്ങൾക്കുമുണ്ട് സ്വന്തമായ ചില ഇഷ്ടങ്ങളും അനിഷ്ടങ്ങളും
പലപ്പോഴും ആളുകളെ തങ്ങളിലേക്ക് നയിക്കുന്നതും
തിരിച്ചു പിന്മാറാൻ പ്രേരിപ്പിക്കുന്നതും ഞങ്ങൾ തന്നെ ആണ്
വഴിമുത്തച്ഛൻ ഒരു നെടുവീർപ്പോടെ ചേർത്ത് ചൊല്ലി
എനിക്കിഷ്ടം ഇത്തിരി പുഞ്ചിരിയും ഒത്തിരി കളിയുമുള്ള
യാത്രക്കാരാണ്, ഒരു കൊച്ചു വഴി തന്ടെ ആഗ്രഹം അറിയിച്ചു
ഗാംഭീര്യമാണ് എന്റെ ശൈലി, ചിന്തിക്കാനും പഠിക്കുവാനും ആഗ്രഹിക്കുന്നവർക്ക് ഞാൻ എന്നും സ്വന്തമാണു, മറ്റൊരാൾ പറഞ്ഞു.
സരളമാണ് എന്റെ താല്പര്യങ്ങൾ സരളതയാണ് എന്റെ മന്ത്രം
ജീവിതത്തെ സരസമായി കാണാന് കഴിവുള്ളവർക്ക് ഇങ്ങോട്ടു വരാം
കർമമാണ് നിങ്ങളുടെ ശൈലി എങ്കിൽ ഒട്ടും ആലോചിക്കേണ്ട
ഇങ്ങോട്ടു വന്നോളൂ കൂടെ ഞാനുണ്ടാവും എന്ന്നും എപ്പോഴും
എങ്ങൊട്ടും പോകാനില്ലാതെ വഴിയോരങ്ങിൽ പാർപ്പുറപ്പിച്ച മരങ്ങൾ
വഴികളുടെ ഈ ആത്മഗതം ഒരു നേരമ്പോക്കായി മാത്രം കണ്ടു
കാലങ്ങൾ മാറിയിട്ടും മാറാത്ത മനുഷ്യ സ്വപ്നങ്ങളും
മനുഷ്യന് മാത്രം സഹജമായ സംശയങ്ങളെയും കുറിച്ച് അവർ മറ്റാരേക്കാളും ബോധവാന്മാരായിരുന്നു.
It is the silence of the souls that speak
volumes of life, love and living
those in-between spaces amidst the rush of words
the endless explanations of what was not there
and will never be
that which seeks to be heard and understood and held gently
when the hills call and the mountains nod
against the cold howling of winds by the lake
rushing past thundering doors leaving sometimes pain
sometimes hope and a will to survive
a blue sky looks down in benevolence sharing
some soul smiles and some more soul love
an azure hope sprouts thriving on dreams, fantasies
and fantastic fallacies of love, joy and pleasure of living
oscillating between hope of heart and fear of truth
yet the heart, ah the heart looks for a solid ground to hold
to anchor to thrive
weary of soul search and lost dreams.
This be life. This be living.
He spread his golden wings for me to tread
lifting me on to clouds he let me fly
In his eternal wisdom he whispered love
Between the greys he hid the blues
waiting for me to find them out
Each time I tried to hold and pick myself
the sky sent his gentle smiles
and gushed in joy.
If this be love, so be it.
PS: Warm embrace, the evening sky
How often have we met
at the crossroads of living
love, you have been always charging
against goals that seem to be shifting
the lamp posts have stood the test of time
so have I
standing still amidst the entrancing
dance of time
it is unusual then that we have never met
the sky has often send his directives
the sun has often glared and frowned
sent me into shelters for brief moments
but the heart, the heart
knowing how it is hopelessly lost in hope
looks around, it does, it does
faraway sirens scream, shuffling feet
muffled voices, silences that speak
here I look for love in the sunset
How often has the universe spoken to you
in soft deep murmurings
How often have you been so moved to tears
at her choice of messengers
How often has she held your hand and
guided you on to your path
How often has her visions been your force
egging you on meet life on its edge
How often have you closed your eyes
and trusted her infinite repertoire of experience
if yes, take this moment into your palms
go take the leap, Go, get moving.
Beneath the yam tree
sat the yam man
quaking in sorrow
his body shaking
in convulsive spasms
his heart crying out for love
deep love that heals
that holds a hope of a life
an escape from the words of hate
hurled like stones against a tin roof
crashing loudly against the solace of the self
the yam tree smiled bending down whispered
of how she stood against the tall banyans, the coconuts
but always held her own against the blue sky and the storms
a green leaf bent and whispered softly into his ears
‘anchor in self, be thy own lover and gently sway in the breeze of life’
a waft of heavenly iridiscence brushed against his nostrils
‘he hugged the tree trunk, ‘honey, I …… ‘
Some days are long agonizing
dipped in pain
twisting the innards
into grotesque patterns
deep wails of sorrow
despite knowledge
and time that soothes
somedays are meant to be spent in tears
sad reflections of the loss of a happy person
and his care and love that left one dazed
then the vacuum all the more painful
but that is life. So be it.
It’s sometime since the sky spoke
I ask of him his whereabouts
Being reluctant to speak
he mumbled
‘its in rains that I am most busy’
there is life to bloom
ponds to fill and pain to erase
I have to watch the raindrops
as sometimes she, the earth
is too fragile to hold my love
she never sheds a tear or lets out a murmur
her quickening breath or her sweating forehead
is my cue to hold, release and let go at times
besides, there are her children who look to me
in hope , despair sometimes in love or in prayer
I am here, there and everywhere
and its best that you walk to me
than I come to you
besides who knows what you can hold?’
He laughed loudly.
I am thinking of energies that flow in and out, when people meet, converse, interact, engage. Some energies sync or synergize and some dont, relationships, friendships must be those energies which seem to draw on eachother and grow. So they flourish and grow over a period of time despite barriers, despite obstacles of any kind.
Yet we all try to connect to one another because our lives sort of force us to reach out and seek energies that help us to grow and bond.
So it is with my dear friend Soniya. I think of our friendship which has grown over many decades and how when we speak to eachother we overcome barriers of time, geography and we connect always as two girls who met in school and still meet. When I meet or talk to Soniya, Sofiya, Deepak, Aditi,Sheena, Sudha, Anwar, Naveen, Suvedi, Unni, Maya, BP……the connect is so quick and so instant that we just get into the groove without waiting for formalities. I am sure we all have such buddies who we treasure as they bring a smile to our faces no matter what.
Sometimes in our spirits’ desire to connect and grow we keep reaching out to souls but we may also sense a barrier or two in doing the same. These barriers could be ego ,some small misunderstandings, difference of opinion, differences in lifestyles.
What do we do in such cases? We just have to go with the flow and like water that hits an obstacle, change our course and continue to flow.
If that is the case then what are rejections, unrequited love,broken relationships, broken friendships and so on, they are nothing but small obstacles in our paths to sustain our spirit’s desire to connect and grow like roots do perhaps.
I remember someone speaking about being like water, ‘water indeed, with deep rooted memories, yet an ability to change course and a flexibility to change shape even!’
So is it that the ebb and flow of energies is what sustains our life?
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