Coloured world

You believed my say of  a 

Black and white world  'ere you

Colour came with you

Disbelieved when

you saw some summers.

I still say I didn't lie.

Your endless stories

made me part of  your life

Your silence kept me out.

you are wiser now.

You have stepped off the nest
my world is missing some colours now

Steep Path

Much sought by all

the one tusked perches atop the rock

Huffing and panting I trudge uphill

Finite or infinite the steps

Seem infinite for me at fifty five

One foot up and the other foot too up

I stop to breathe normal

I contemplate which is easier

To the top or beat retreat

The old lady back so bent

Smiles at me and skips along

Two steps at once

Ashamed I follow but one step at a time

Drenched in sweat

I reach the abode

The black granite looks at me

Benevolently unsmiling

The granite is washed

Milk , honey, turmeric water

Flow down the monolith

Rivulets trickle down my spine

They itch their way down

The faithful accord decibel offerings

My ear drums vibrate

Why do we wake sleeping gods?

I descend back to earth

Each step less painful

The young man slides down the banister 

I resist temptation and stay sane

on terra firma  I thank the obstacle remover.

Shiv Bhajan at an Airport

Soothing are Shiva chants after
Working long hours
Sitting at the terminal
Wishing the delays to end

In another God's country
Shiva has a forbidden entry
Shrouded in secrecy
enveloped by technology

Soft are the waves
Of melody from the Ganges
I don't mind the delays
Blissfully aware of the peace

I look at the hustle
I see the old couple yawn in chorus
I sense the young man's urge to fly
I enjoy the child's cheer at the delay

My wings clipped for the day
The loud voice wakes the sleepy
Only to be told of further delay
The heads shake and eyelids heavy

Shiva's salutations in my ear
I think of Shiva's temper
The third eye giving out ire
My helpless state in blog I share .

Silent Willow

Music from the willow
fluently driven
from the barren middle
to the corners of the green.

The shuffle at the crease
the craning of the neck
the gratitude to heaven
the willow raised in salute.

As the chant forms a melody
sea of humanity rises in unison
hearts swell with pride
we thank the music.

In the longer whites
or the shorter blues
even in the casual shorts
the music plays soothing tunes.

The willow now falls silent
and we scratch history
to relive those memories
and search the horizon for new music.

Shell don

your slow plodding
measured steps
your unhurried pace
Your ability to withdraw
to your shell
your home
how convenient
you backpack your home
ceaseless pacing
in your confined abode
a lettuce fills you
and keeps you going
your trot a paradox
of your trait
your aping ventures
bring you back to earth
on your shell
as you reach and claw for the sky.

Epitaph

Your endless pursuits

Confined to the glass walls

The water so cold

Your red colour called gold.

Your piscean gulps

Mistaken for sounds

While we taught you tricks

Your fins wave in protest.

Your feed so rationed

Your sleep monitored

Lights kept you awake

And fresh water drowned you. 

All the same

Another journey

Another day

Another experience

Another scene

Is it another

I wonder

It is all the same

Deja vu