Poems Archive for Contemplative:

Restoration

Not a jigsaw ….merely
a cluster of frayed bits
aping autumn leaves weaning
Off me ..mild havoc wreaked
by life’s incessant pushing

My white gloves
tint rosily as I gently lift
these bloody bits broken
off of me..gaping holes
Swiss cheese(ing) me

You say why bother
You are fine as is..doing
okay but my finicky Virgo-ness
will only be happy by whole
restoration


Healing
is an ongoing process
As I lick my wounds
sorely missing
dear departed

image : Freda Kahlo

cicada’s cry

In the cicada’s cry
No sign can foretell
How soon it must die.
— Matsuo Bash?

walking on pavements
head usually looks down
more than upwards ..mindful
about stepping on life underfoot
tis so easy to snuff out life
yet impossible
to resurrect taken……
..
albeit heavy in weight, feet tread
daintily on cobblestones ..as earth
too can get bruised when stomped
upon… thus I live and shut eyes
at day’s passing … perchance
to dream of gentler normal life
where “word” held sway
and lies were just that never
alternate facts ..am simple minded
that way

as is…

words elude as mind stays on overdrive
yesterday caregiver queried in my mother tongue
about the health of close kin… I replied: nowadays
they mainly reside under my skin
..
daily i scratch scabs
of grieving heart’s skin
and they pop up for heart to hearts
like so many jacks-in-boxes
well past over the hill
i constantly work overtime
to time still .. in mind, body, will
willfully….excercises in futility
….
the cross I carry was
put together by me
myself i did it all being
friend, foe to self
not into recriminations
i do turns in imperceptible
degrees, results thereof
being equally negligible
..
beguiling self came as inherent software
and my virus afflicted soul thrashing in rusty
body – still continues warbling in fits starts
patiently waiting for dying of light
..
I’ve no desire
to build
any Rome
not ever
I simply
stay resigned
waiting for my beloved
to come get me

numbskull

times
have turned
my heart
into a numbskull
with gaping holes
for chambers
oozing grief
and despair
in slipshod
patterns
..
My head
the escape artist
strolls in green
pastures hanging
loose away from customary
thinker pose as it simply
hurts too much
as palms involuntarily
nudge each other
in mute queries
..
grabbing
my magic wand
in left hand
microscope
in right
I seek
hope’s needle
in apathy’s
mounting
haystacks
..
something
glimmers
through the straws
coming in view
hastily I take a look
to recoil in horror
as myriads
of vacant
eyeballs impale
mine back

Art: Chitra Ganesh

Distant Silhouettes

Journeys made
Some by free will
Few involuntarily
~

Picture book Prague
Hurled me backwards
Tilted to fairytale magic
~

At the banks
Of holy river Ganges
Spirit down cast, buoyed
~

Ashes immersion
God speed farewells
life’s finale
~

Ancient cities’ souks
Cobblestoned streets
Marching time, stilled
~

Single universal heart
Strongly beating in tandem
With waves, sands falling
~

Distant silhouettes stationary
Nature’s frozen music is that
Perfect journey undertaken within
~

Acceptance for what is, is unquestionably…..
~

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