July 31st, 2010 · poetry
The parched earth seeks solace
From the dry wind and burning sun
You can feel the heat on your face
And thirst plagues all, bar none.
And then the rains come over
First mild showers and then downpours
Relief for the sower and the office goer
The greenery shows, the monsoon’s set in its course
And then it refuses to stop
Swinging to the other extreme
Rain, from the hit, it’s turned flop
All the lakes and rivers now full to the brim.
And with most things we wish for and want
We’re never prepared to receive
Consider the giver’s largesse a taunt
And we’re always ready to grieve.
Written on a boring rainy afternoon.
As always, a hat-tip to Compulsive Writer for the push.
Image courtesy Paavani.
Tags:gratitude·rain·wishes
July 14th, 2010 · poetry
Hoping for unbroken silence,
you tip-toe into the night
But that is not to last,
As the cat gives you a fright
The dogs start barking
And on comes the light
There’s no escaping questions
However hard you might
The best options that are
Answer, fight or flight
But it could all have been
Avoided, this folly of the night.
Written to while away time while not really sleepy
Tags:follies·night
July 14th, 2010 · poetry
Pushed to write by Compulsive Writer. Thanks.
I looked at you
And you were busy,
Many pots to make,
They were turning out
just right, you said,
But your eyes,
They gave you away.
Ever the perfectionist,
Forever absorbed,
To hide that sadness.
You said you were happy
But your eyes,
They gave you away.
You seemed hesitant
To ask for help, as always,
You needed support,
I could see, for
Your eyes,
They gave you away
Always on the move,
Looking for that place
Where you’d find peace
The search unsuccesful,
Your eyes,
They gave you away
Always absorbed in
The cares of others
Never a moment for
Yourself, you attract
The helpless, your eyes
They give you away.
Tags:emotions·eyes
June 8th, 2010 · poetry
Man, he furrows my body
Lays one grain at a time
And soon the land
Is ripe with grain
How beautiful it looks
So many it feeds
These scars are fleeting
But I treasure these scars
Man, he rends my body
With claws of steel
He can’t hear my screams
Painful it is, still.
It marks a path
To his own destruction
These bare hills and land
I do not treasure.
Tags:"I treasure these scars"·earth·scars·trigger