Waldstrassse (forest road)

Waldstrassse (forest  road)

The forest blessing me with its canopy and cool shade .

The varied greens sometimes dark and at times fade  .

The calmness all prevailing rubs off to me a bit in this wild beat.. .

Earlier it was only dust ,grime and heat .

The road less taken .

Runs along with the well trod one and soothes nerves that are shaken  .

The two  roads coexist in this calm .

So near yet  so far with a unique charm .

The forest well entrenched in me .

I now take a bow and go back to the oft trodden road  with glee .

There is the cool shade always to come back to and Change the roads for a while .

Where there is simplicity and no guile

  

Wall-all virtual

 

Wall

There is a wall

Between all of us

Today

The wall of an unreal communication

Of virtual messages

And virtual wishes

Of long messages

Short of feelings

Bereft of the long chats

And hearty laughs

Of new ideas

And new ways

That come from the real world

Where there are no walls or doors

Only the openness  of the sea

And the vastness of the sky

But the unreal itself

Has become the real

And the wall has become

The norm

DESTINATION

 

A new poem on the infinite possibilities and positivity in life despite the challenges

                                                            Destination 

The destination is not very far.                  

but the roads are many . 

The eternal question in this situation  .

 Follow logic or follow intuition . 

Follow guidance or gut feel . 

It’s a mind drill ...                          

Finally the varied ingredients come together                                                          t

To create the divine success recipe .                         

One way or the other

(.footnote -needless to say it’s driven by efforts ,hardwork ,positivity and smartness with divine help peppered in between )

A tree that blossoms come what way..

Abnormal

 

Abnormal

Abnormal is the new normal

Where the taken for granted routine life

Of yesteryears

Was thrown out of the window without any warning

Or caution

No fancy disclaimers or messages

Just a whirlwind  of a tornado

That brought  with it an abnormal wave

Bravely christened the new normal

 

Holi and More.....

 

Everyday Holi

I gaze at my thoughts

And I wonder

The shades and colors

In which I play

Daily

Its holi -the festival of colors everyday for me

 

Vision

I see through the frosted glass

Of my myopic vision

And I only see the stationery bus parked

On the street nonchalantly

I don’t see the vast expanse of the busy road

That is lying still in the heart of the night

Only to wake to the hustle and bustle of the busy morn

 

Flow

The loss and fear

The hope and trust

All part of the game

To live and die

To win and lose

To go with the everyday flow

 

Stumbling

I stumbled upon my thoughts

My dark thoughts

The inner recesses of the mind

Still covered in sooth

Of the embers burning from the past

The sooth is well entrenched

Only the gush of purity

From the tears and toil

Will wipe away this sooth forever

 

Feelings

The twitching of  feelings

In the mind’s eye

The gush of uncontrollable emotions

Intense and somber

Like the twitching of the eye

Can happen anytime

The flood is overwhelming

Sending a pain in the heart

Numbness in the mind

Stiffness in the body

And causing death of  the soul

 

  

Crowd

The crowd of thoughts

The crazy feelings

The mechanical actions

Devoid of the natural sounds and senses

The buzz of the vehicles

The clamour of voices

Like a thoughtless babble

All adding to the crowd outside

And crowd in the mind

 

 

 

 

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Parts of Me

 

A Part of Me

A part of me breaks daily

To be mended again

Some parts remain that way

To be mended some other day

Or perhaps stay like that forever

This breaking and mending journey is endless

As old as time and life itself

You could make it  a piece of art or a fine mess

 

Horizons

The futility of efforts

When the circle of toil

Seems endless

The sudden splurge of activities

The grime , the sweat and dirt

And no horizon on sight anywhere

The game between the attainable horizon and the shifting sands of time

Continue

Till the grime and toil meet with these very sands

And create a beautiful pearl

Or the perfect sunrise on the horizon

So toil you must though worry and fret

May be your inconstant companions

 

 

Life Battle

The intense soul searching

The positive shift

The draining out of all weeds and unwanted thoughts

Does take a toll

On the mind , body , soul

But continue you must

Even as the clarion call for the life battle is on

To breathe , smile and have some fun

In between the quivers and cannons

 

Change

Perspectives change

As situations change

With the ticking of Time

Fortunes , success and meaning

All acquire different hues

Where the newness merges with the old

The old becomes new

And Time just ticks away quietly

Dream Poems

 

Dream

It’s a dream

That falls

As you sleep

Like a tear drop

Very casual and unplanned

Hints at the possibilities

That were and could be!!

 

On Life

The casual fling

That is life

Or the lingering romance

With life

That is life

The ups and downs

The highs and lows

All indicating that the relationship

Whether it is fleeting or permanent

Is what you decide

Is still on