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Palm prints

Firmly believing in living
Largely with what’s in hand
I no longer knit brows
browse in real earnest
At own palm prints
foretelling what may
Or mayn’t come
sweating
on it
Instead
I rub palms
gleefully
rejoicing
Each living moment
as I am
a human BEing
hence
I am relearning
the art of
simply BEing
in the
moment
as is
joyously

Painting : -Jupiter in Virgo is by Rene Magritte

pre-dawn

woke up with morning ragas
emanating from the backyard..
…..
cloudy eyes from yesterday’s
maudlin thoughts have finally
dissipated …
…..there is something
so pure about beautifully enunciated
“chants” as they awaken the kundalini
of my somnambulant consciousness
…..
washed down by first piping cup of morning
tea as I plan a busy day with much to do
without too much ado about “nothings”

…when body wants to cave in..I prod
it mercilessly as I cannot afford to
be a basket case ever… there’s lively
embers still left in this feisty do or die spirit

..

heartbeat


up in dead of night
i hear the fast thud
of our home’s heartbeat

walls titter coming alive
argumentatively comparing
their framed fripperies

stairs
creak and moan
for attention
..
then as my heartbeat
fills my throat i hear soft
footfalls descending…..

our evenly pulsing
walls made vibrant and
alive by us during daytime
..
come night fall
turn mysterious
gripped by shadows

I hear their heartbeat
loudly thumping
under cover of night
..
stillness of my “me” time
is thus rent by staccato
pounding of my own heartbeat

woe is me !

.

out of sync mind
wants body to chew
overly much….as only thing
intact is my pearly white set
resulting in much to do
in pains and aches
in hitherto newer spots
“morosely” in intermittent
dots and dashes
..
why can’t
my monkey
mind behave
as it behooves folks
my age with beastly
bodies proverbially flinging
wrenches in my harebrained
capers as planned and ruefully
executed …
..
energies spent.. life partner
lies supine trying to regain
usual bounce and smile
…beset with guilt I query
why is it you get more tired
when accompanying me as you
walked miles yesterday returning
home with wall to wall smiles?
..
he replied: you see
interminable steps do me in.. ..
walking for me is a breeze..even
better after couple of drinks
only slopes and steps
make me wheeze
now truly repentant
i slink away without
a peep
..

serrated night

“I love the silent hour of night,
For blissful dreams may then arise,
Revealing to my charmed sight
What may not bless my waking eyes.” ~ Anne Brontë
..
 
this
unripe
Fall’s
serrated night
tossing turning
seated
sprawled
fetal ….
restlessly
stationary….
unkempt
thoughts
make
full fledged
tangential
moves
in remainder(ed)
night
Straddling
dawn’s
first
light
 ..

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