PATTERNS OF COMPLETENESS

In a humdrum world

of human noises

we tango

A Give and Take

A Throw and Catch

A Yes and No

A This and That.

Moving apart

To come together.

The Sun, Moon, and Stars

Are some tunes

We dance to.

Falling is not a pain.

Bruises are not some hurts.

Thoughts and actions but

experiences.

Sometimes,

compatibility is a silence

and aloneness is a together.

Parting then too

is a stitch 

in the pattern of completeness

and letting go remains

another way to hold.

STILL RAINING...

I can hear the pitter-patter over the tiles 

of the small room that houses 

the watchman's meager belongings

the plop as a drop fell off my window pane

the gurgling through the pipes overflowing

someone is walking with gumboots

one step at a time

through the water pool that's accumulated

outside my front door

and I can gauge the amount of water 

by the sound of water between each step

how long it has rained 

by when the chorus of mating frogs begins

Ah, on this dark night

Rain my sole companion

curled up in bed

and from within the comfort of my blankets

I hear the pitter-patter, plops and drops

as it rains all night.

RAPE

You were disbelieving, 
were you not?
In your innocence
You never imagined
Such things could happen
They weren't real.
Those near and dear to you
Were neither so near
Nor so dear.
Your screams echoed through empty skies
Birds flew away.
The wind blew hard
And branches swayed
Mother Earth smothered your terrified cries
Your body you realize
Is not a temple
Because there is no God.
Lowered to a commodity
Your body is not your own
One last thought remains
Mother, where are you?
The red rivulet
From your nostril
Declares
Nothing remains.

SOFT WHISPERS

As I lie down on the grass,
And the scented breeze goes on its spree,
As I doze amidst these flowers,
Who is it whispers to me?

As I, on this noon day tide,
Seek the cool shade of a tree,
In this stillness far and wide,
Who is it whispers to me?

Far away in the deep blue sky,
The white puffs travel all so free,
And I lie and close my eyes,
Yet who is it whispers to me?

Then on a moonlit night so bright,
Softly lighting on the lee,
Gently mocking my daily fight,
Who is it whispers to me?

I shut my eyes and ears so tight,
And then I think that I am free,
Yet He who loves me day and night,
He it is whispers to me.

When too busy to stop and think,
When I from my tasks do shirk and shrink,
Dear God, give me that I hear your voice,
Amidst this world's chaotic noise.

And always guided to Eternal Peace

By the soft whispering breeze. 

KODAI POEM

Mona,

how did you know 

there was still life 

beneath the ashes?

my dark grey skies

are sleepless nights - 

the many that have passed

a guarantee that life is short,

is meaningless

unless I gave it meaning.

somedays i could put my feet 

on the ground

and write on a blank paper

somedays, i just stare at a wall badly in need of paint.

this one time, you said

and i decided, this one time

i shall let that unruly child out again

who had been taught so well by life not to laugh.

this one time

i shall forget lessons of a lifetime

and let that Goblin peep...

she danced!

she sang!

she pranced!

she wanted to dig a potato?

she wanted to throw a fish into the lake?

she wore crazy tourist hat and glasses?

The Gamin is now back in the box

but I can feel her presence in me

In the form of two devilishly bright eyes

grinning and shining in the dark....  

DOWN MY LANE

Down my lane

there are no strings

there are no 'musts'

it's your space

to be who you are - 

uncompromising

and uncompromised,

you breathe deeply

taking in freedom

with every breath.

Down my lane

there is secularism

where your chants and mantras

sit amicably by my rosaries

and I will not judge you

for  who you are

but seek to understand

what is it you need

what is it you're trying to say

'cause down my lane

is a life 

where there is only you

and your dreams.

PERFECT BLEND

my eyes meet yours 

in a perfect fit

my breathing in 

your breathing out

balanced in your warmth

my cold

my convexes

to your concaves

our four feet in one direction

synchronized disagreements

our smiles stretch

and go full circles

my entangled curls

around your face

and I wonder

where do you begin

and I end?