Somewhere the expressions
Should find a vent;
The deep yearnings that
Lay underneath
...
The Twigs are dry
And have fallen
The dead Leaves abound;
High up on a remote branch
...
The soft touch of petal
Which felt so pristine
Now alludes my life
Lost in oblivion
...
Sifting through the Blues and Greens
And the Reds of life
I struggle to bring a dash of those colours
Which create a perfect Rainbow;
...
The ominous boundaries
That we continue to create today
Leave us irreparably divided.
The pains of seclusion
...
While the leaves fall
Tormented by the onset
Of the chill
Falling prey
...
The Black and White
And the Greys
Which abound in the nature
That surrounds me now
...
Like a stream of smoke
Rising from
A snowclad hut
On a cold n white
...
At Sea
Somewhere the expressions
Should find a vent;
The deep yearnings that
Lay underneath
Buried under sediments of Corpses
Of suppressed emotions fossilized in time.
The Core
Perhaps
Is still alive.
Who looks deep
Or cares to dig;
The tides around you
Keep
The humdrum of survival
On.
The Sun and the Stars above you
Hold at bay the lure
Of diving deep
For the real Pearl
In the Oyster
Which perhaps now rests pretty
In the core
Resigned to its fate
Of getting fossilized
One day.
But what about the occasional Bubbles
Which seep out once a while
Emanating from the Core
To find their way
Through the sediments
Collecting a few more of their kind along
As they rise.
The Waves and the Sun
And the Stars
How much ever their interplay
Can’t stop the Bubbles
Escaping the discerning eye.
As the turbulence gets more rough
Do I just take the deep dive
To get to the Core
And perhaps get fossilized
With the Pearl
In the Oyster!