the knot

fogged mind knotting to oblivion,
wrapped in clutter of solitary solace.
scarred yet wanting to climb,
streaming past the bleeding shards.
bend,stand still-
climb the hill,watch the flow.
grip and glide, catch the glint,
feel the breeze,let go- fly.
fight your confinement,
unravel,unlearn.
unknot the fogged mind,
until you find release.

celebration

lets color this tremulous day,
with splashes of beat and blare.
watch the pounding of the brave,
the roar of sanity.
blaze past beauty and the beast,
parade till dizzy with feeling.
lets celebrate today with utmost pride,
with joy and care and shiny eyes..

vapory essence

Dreamily watched,
bells peal.
white skies and buckets of lavender,
descend from the sky.
specks of laughter,
sparkling gratitude.
mist,rain and memories,
vapory essence.

rofung khola

Jagged peaks, chiseled tunes,
Rough, wild the waters tumble.
Tormenting the boulders,
Singeing the leaves,
Of the cardamom.
A spray of mist,
Milky white froth,
Rumble and tumble.
Warbling a guttural song,
Rofung khola throatily sings,
To the delight of the uttis ko trees,
Lined gracefully along the banks.
A contradiction of force,
Of rhythm and grace.

The little girl

Did I tell you about the little girl who slept through summer?
When the daisies were in bloom and the ducks glided through?
As eavesdropping eels lurked beneath their webbed feet,
And the pukekoe stomped through the marshes...
Besieged with guilt and shyness,
The little girl simply turned the other way and slept.
The routine continued till a window was cleared,
And bare trees and moaning branches confronted,
The little girl who had woken up from her slumber.
The pukekoe had disappeared past the marsh,
Ducks did not splash in the water,
Eels had been smoked and served in dinner plates,
Eeriness shrouded the wintry day.
When the girl woke up and espied,
The grayness of the day,
Thinking that nothing had been lost,
Went back to sleep again!

TINY THOUGHTS......

I watched the ocean floor ribbed,
Firm and breathlessly gray.
Beneath my feet they held their sway,
As little waves circled and kissed my toes.
I listened to the mirth and glee,
In the voices that life offered me.
The slight accent of the cliff,
Echoing the sound of the sea brazen wind.
As I watched and listened,
Tiny thoughts bombed in my mind.
Freeing my attired thoughts,
Giving me the freedom to choose.
Between thoughts of beauty and forlorn,
To encompass me within the womb.
The daring had begun,
In the mind.