Trek

Trek

It is the highest peak,

And from where I stand

I can see a long way around

And feel the clouds

Go through my finger tips

I look at the sky, Eye to eye

Hey, it’s no conquest, so he smiles

As if we are old pals.

And I touch the mountain king

Like a father he had lifted

Me high on his hands,

As he puts me down to sleep,

The wind swings my tent,

Whistling a lullaby in my mind.

In this trek, I found a family and friend

And as I climb down

My brother trees show the direction

Along with gentle parting hugs

And a sister stream

Follows me along,

But now I have to move ahead

And build a nest,

To share those peaks

Of love, in flat lands.

Rail-ride

Rail-ride

My train of thoughts move

Against the winds of force

Balanced on tiny tracks.

A lovingly crafted fence

Wave’s goodbye

A dark tunnel approaches inside,

Pressure increases,

As a recollection occurred…

While watching the world go by

I had spied a flower

In a rock spawn land,

And a question arouse,

Will she be there, when I return?

But do we ever return...

Isn’t it every time

An onward journey?

a 3 month old dog

took me some time to think this one out... to decide whether to write about it or not..  finally its here.
around end of March a doberman puppy was born... i hardly came in contact with it till first week of june.  but then, somehow we kept meeting and we became friends.

maybe not friends..  a dog doesn't get friendly, it somehow connects with your soul straight away.  anyway, this dog would follow me around a lot; learned to push the door to my room open and started owning a corner.  if i whistled in a certain way, it would come running and jump at me.  she was the greatest of playmates, even though very unpredictable and hyperactive.

it started to stay nights at my room.  follow me around even at office and sleep under my chair.  dragged a tee-shirt of mine on her own and used it as a rag to practice chewing and to lie down as well.  i even began to plan its next meal and would go on morning walks through jungles and would worry about how to teach it to hunt etc. 

Everyone in the community felt like they owned this puppy.  So she was named being named many times, but finally she seemed have become Chimi, which i guess is a popular name in Andhra Pradesh, but some called her Jimmy... anyway, everyone felt the one most suitable name will finally emerge soon.

teaching her to push the door open to my room seemed easy trick, but proved to be tough.  i guess dogs dont understand the engineering behind how a door works; so finally when she learned to do it, i was beaming like a proud parent!. 

but last Saturday, it ran under a vehicle, and died on the spot.  strangely i could remain calm and accept it as it is.  some of my grief i burned by digging a pit for burial.  but somehow that was it, there was no major grief response.  maybe true friendship or soul connections do that... where letting go comes naturally.  

Disorder X

I heard that she has come

Here in this gathering,

I do not look,

Do not trust my eyes anymore,

I see her everywhere.

On a slow fire

I constantly simmer,

Can’t seem to get

Enough time to even think,

Even though I just do that all day.

Where wave after wave rolls in,

To retreat,

And like the sea,

I also don’t seem to get tired, bored,

To imagine and re-imagine

When the contact happens,

And it swings between

Acceptance or rejection,

But either way I am swinging… 

Days pass, where I pretend

To be physically present

Except my eyes,

They want to go inside,

Be with those thoughts

In that dark cave 

Which doesn’t seem to have

The desire to push them out

Back to the edge of existence,

To gather light rays to be illuminated,

Her thoughts are enough….

I stop playing

In the middle of a computer game,

Give up reading a book

In the middle of a page..

Every song I hear

Seems to be talking about her,

Goofy grins in my face appears out of nowhere,

My friends are getting scared

Of my (empty) stares,

Even jokes and pranks

Seem too loud to me now. 

It is a disease... man, its disorder X.

Specks of dirt

Now I am free again,

To die,

In the jungles of reason

I have found a new toy.

One rare day, I witnessed along with

Shy morning sunlight beam

A dew drop’s fall

From the tip of a leaf to the ground

Rolling over

It created riot of colors,

Till got swallowed by the earth

And I recorded a memory

To roll around,

Even though when I stood up to leave

All that remained was

A speck on the dirt.

It took a few days to sink in,

That if you look from

Far enough above,

We all are just specks of dirt,

Even the galaxy can become a dot.

Enlightened with joy,

I carved a saying

‘If you can’t laugh at yourself,

Then count the stars’.

With a smile, proud and tall

I walked away,

One in a 5 billion human toy

Moving in a sphere of clay.

The feel

Seen her a few times and

Today talked, and

I am crushed.

When the heart sinks

It takes more time

To imprint.

And mysterious eyes,

Hypnotize, and I turn,

Every time she leaves.

And I know, she’s the

Bestest, beautifullest

In the worldest…

And I surge ahead,

Dance with imagination, Fly…

Don’t read, just feel.