QUILL QUEST

Saturday, October 27, 2018

Purgation

To the pyre of acceptance

as the flames of realization

allure the illusions to immerse,

the rusted bones of vanity
shed the tired flesh of expectations.

As the senses witness the numbness,

free of feelings, thoughts so meaningless...

the stage that was once set for life's drama,

burns to purge the soul of being and not being,

submerges it in the depths of peace, so fathomless.

Thursday, October 26, 2017

Komorebi

At the dusk of life,

down the damp lanes of expectations that converge,

I cleanse my senses in the komorebi,

while memories play hide n' seek.

As the rays intensify,

purgation of senses make memories even vivid,

And I slip into permanent slumber,

to conceal them and relive in the afterlife.

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

The Sand House

They who search for nest,

rest not a moment in life.

And they who discern illusions,

build sand houses.

I built mine at the bay,

big but simple

with pillars of realization

and no doors windows of expectations.

The soul lived in it,

with fun and free air,

no fear for perils as they seem already familiar;

Lifetime spent worthwhile.

And then the waves had to arrive.

Nature as it rules with no exceptions,

washes off each grain to its core,

for peace to prevail above all.

Saturday, April 22, 2017

The Soulmate

After a quest for food,

to my nest I return...

"12:30!!...

You are late tonight sweetheart, my wait was long.

Come on, slide into the blanket,

we'll dream...rest you forget"

As I close my lashes

and try to captive sleep within,

the jealous soul mate kisses on my eyes

and wakes me up again.

"Let not just the Day see you,

I long to be with you more;

open your eyes for me dear,

the sun any time shall encroach".

"See with your open eyes

the road ahead and one behind,

you will find me fight for you

with the Day robbing your peace of mind".

"I give you my dark blood,

soak it with your thoughts

as you dream more to frame your future."

"I am your only mate...till death,

Your Soul Mate,

I am your Night."

Being Introspective

The greatest success is,

you learn to remain silent

when you want to shout aloud and say.

The apparent calmness may create tempest within.

Once the weathered feelings settle feathers,

you realize that storms come and go;

all that remains is a learning - The survival of the fittest.

Then you fit yourself within your own self.

As I Define It

Optimism: Glass is half full

Pessimism: Glass is half empty

Spiritualism: Glass is half filled with water and half with air... Eternally satisfied

Strategic Opportunism: Keep on fighting... I shall drink the water and you will be left with a glass full of air.

Seeing Through Thoughts

Nature Nurtures

Remembering an Old Friend

How easily I got busy

to forget small things that were dear to me

when the mind & heart were innocent!!!

I slipped my hands off

from those who held us together as a ring of roses...

those days we sang ringa ringa roses.

I became indifferent to the sound of rain

dripping from the window pane,

which used to turn me euphoric at nights.

I stopped gazing at the clouds

which gave me my creativity

of forming everything from nothing.

I became deaf to the hawker who sold cotton candy,

I used to appease my taste buds free of cost...

later in the day, getting sweet scolding from dad for buying them on credit.

I no more walk down the street in a cold new year's dawn,

face covered with mother's hand woven muffler,

to drop a hand-painted greeting card at a friend's door.

I no more wait for anybody to drop one at my door either...

I see now, an old friend

still waiting at my door,

giving a hope that "There is time, Come Back"...

It seems my friend waited quite long,

with rusted hands wide open

gone too weak and now hanging at the mercy of wind...

My Mail Box

Saturday, March 19, 2016

A Perpetual Life

It never started, it never ended...

It shall never start, it shall never end...

It is a big circle within even bigger circles of parallel time-zones

I stand at one point on each circumference...

Happenings just meet me and pass by

again and again on one,

But they seem so new to the other I on the other circles.