A Leap of Faith

Undulating  paths

led me to  walls

again and again

but I being me

drove into darkness

blinded by light

holding the steering wheel

feeling the wind against my ears

a race here, a gap there

then solitude and peace

the testosterone driven part in me

loves the drive

the other warns, cautions.

Cooking up strangely tasty

cookies and cakes that are also healthy

I wondered who in me loved cooking

or was it who I cooked for that I loved

or was it cooking that I adored.

Then when I jump the gun

rush to conclude a deal or  a feel for real

I wonder who in me  is so impulsive

or is it being intuitive?

The universe conspires

giving me joy and love of being

gratitude fills my heart.

You are lazy!

You are lazy, he said

and I was stunned!

I just could have walked away

or slapped him tight

or pulled up his collars

or glare at him through and through

but I did not,I sat heavy,stuck to my chair

This is new, I thought!

I have been told before

you are not smart

you don’t look good

you are not sophisticated

you are not mature

you are not quick on your feet

you are too simple

you have no attention to details

you are selfish( I had a huge problem with that!)

you are old, you are going bald

you are fat,not fair enough

you smile too much

you are pimply and dimply

you are materialistic

you are not practical

you are silly, not corporate enough

not adult enough, not woman enough

oh yes, been there, done that!

too long to care any more

but This was new!

Did you say, I am lazy?

I turned to him,a few seconds later yelling

you buffoon, you criminal, you disgusting human being

(Why insult animals?!!!)

Then there was silence and much peace. Almost.

 

 

 

The Men in Uniform

When they were struck

these men were not in their uniforms

sleeping in their banyans and pajamas

yearning for a touch

thinking of a child back home

lost in love of the loving

they were at their vulnerable best

these men,now,out of uniform.

The other,who vandalized their lives

were also men in uniform

brain washed, tutored to kill

for a war that is not theirs

men with dreams in their eyes,

a promise in their hearts

yearning to go back across the border to peace, to love.

They killed each other, men in uniform

camouflaging their loving hearts with a harshness

that is not theirs, nor the victory,neither the loss

nor this war they wage against their own loving hearts

killing it with a misguided hatred and the hope of an unseen promised land.

Dear sons of soil, this side and that,stay and flourish.

Let the border remain, just that, a border.

Wasn’t it Frost who said,”Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down.”
Let’s not grow walls
let’s grow peace,prosperity and some common sense!

 

 

 

 

Stop by, will you?

Stop by will you, she asked

the sun ignored moving on

Stop by will you, she asked

the breeze smiled and sauntered on

Stop by will you, she begged

the rainbow dropped a tear and disappeared

Stop by  will you please, now falling on her knees

she said, eyes glittering in tears.

When a little bird rising from her heart

kissed her on the cheeks

dusted the tears of her eyes

gently reminded

why look for others when I stay within?

Smiles rained, happiness showered, soulful bliss she was drenched in !

 

Boarding Now!

At the boarding station

she was alone

the breeze,the leaf and the bird

kept her company.

Then there was

this drumming in her heart

a humming in her ears.

Lisping a tune to herself

she stood waiting.

Will this be one journey,she wondered

or one of many to come?

Will there one destination, she thought

or  many that were unknown?

Will she meet her companion, she wanted to know

or will he be the one or one of many to come?

Knowing life’s uneasy ways she

was sure of not asking for much.

It was enough to be,just be

the journey would happen in spite of herself.

 

 

കഥ

അവൾ പറഞ്ഞതു മാത്രമല്ല കഥ

അവൾ പറയാത്തതുമല്ല

വാക്കുക്കൾക്കിടയിൽ

നെടുവീർപ്പിടുന്ന ചിന്തകൾ

അഥവാ

സ്വപ്‌നങ്ങൾ നെയ്യുന്ന

ജീവിതത്തിന്റെ നീണ്ട യാത്രയാണോ അത്

പറയാൻ അവൾ നിന്നില്ല

ചോദിയ്ക്കാൻ ഞാനും

Inadequacy of farewells

If I were to say farewell

to the seconds , minutes , hours, days and years

that slip through the fingers of my hand

I would make it a ritual.

If I were to bind me to memories

of the seconds, minutes, hours, days and years

that march ahead relentlessly,

I would need quite some RAM in my head

If I were to make my life worthwhile

all I need is a pat, a smile and a cheer!