to me… ??!! it leads one to a search….
a destination-less wandering and musing but
a focused exploration that is not rigid, tied,
inflexible…where one has a lot of breathing
space…from earth to the sky and beyond…
is one who questions, discovers, and continues
to look for its own definitions and then decry
those definitions to let things be as they
are and not label them.
meanings in words that are shambles of alphabets,
and in sounds impregnated with deep echoes
the about to burst soap bubbles, and questions
its wings of desire for learning and takes
all flights of fancy…to distant lands
and civilizations gone…
the cold sadness trickle along its arms and
freeze at its fingertips and ponders impermanence.
laughter in forsaken ruins of a fort, an age-old
mosque…the basketball court at the corner
of the road and the lamppost thereby.
the dark sighs of the roaring waves when the
clouds hide the amorous sliver of the moon
on sound-less nights.
out the ancient tunes that large Oak trees
and Banyans sang before their tiny leaves
departed for the final journey every autumn.
the delicate fragrance from the decorated
wings of a colourful butterfly after it has
just spent a cozy evening with her favorite
bud- about to blossom.
to me is the possibility of everything far,
distant, unreachable, intangible, cosmic and
at the same time, our very own… the
flame that burns deep inside our hearts…
spreading like gold dust on our eyelashes…
melting at our fingertips and erupting like
a love song …that magical thing….
that races to touch the far ends of the scattering
light waves and yet it ignites the very source
to me is a dream of possibilities, juggling
out its way through the reality of illusions
in its essence is that, which one labours
diligently to define, buttressing with poetry
and picture and in all this sincere effort,