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.

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.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

The Kid in ME..Plays Still...

As I do it for ME

Triumphing over all odds,

Making the way clear,

I am the Warrior Lady..

I gallop miles

With the sword of determination and the shield of wisdom,

I conquer the moments and

Treasure them to memories for millennium.

And then comes my way a countryside so serene.

I pull the leash hard on time and

Get down often

To feel the dew on grass barefoot.

As I walk by the river and look into,

I see ME as someone stranger

She

Nostalgic

As I walked on the pavement...View fog-laden,

I could see a glimpse of the future.

As the glass doors spread arms to hug,

I stumbled and fell to set the pride low

and found humility there below.

As the day marked the start of a journey

I remember it with each of its moments as

blessed, enriched, and glorious.

On the completion of 3 successful years in my Company.

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

A Matter of Few Minutes in Days in Millennium...

Short-lived as life,

the inert Wishes of frenzy mind...

The Chances in life,

as the fireflies enlivening the stage for a Wish to play...

The Faith on those flirty chances,

making the Plot twisted to length and endlessly stretched...

And You just realize...

You lived a Millennium which was a matter of few Minutes.

Irony

Where I wish to give,

deny they to take...

Where I don't wish to give,

they expect.

I, still, am full

for I could not give at times,

I did not give at times.

Some Time With The Timeless...On My Birthday

The dark sky blanketed the painfully tired sun of my day...
Suddenly broke into a crimson morn,
before I could scan the horizon to get over the confusion.

Sitting hesitant on the dividing line with wide-eyed innocence...
I questioned every happening
in the infernal darkness of being.

Murky, cold and still as dead
the stars stared speechless failing to quench my insatiable search.

A star broke off, burdened by my enraged quest

What you call Timeless is your pride, your insolent soul force...
But that too is in Time".

One more year added to bear few more memories,
All I would lose to time with time, few I would preserve with pride...

A distant tree coughed and groaned...
Disturbed by the phone calls I got.
I answered to few timeless friends,
only wishing not to break others' peaceful silence.

And then
I fell down to a timeless sleep....

The Woman Who Wished For The Waves To Stay...

Diya...(The Earthen Lamp)

Sleepless are the Stars, So I am

It's just that

They share Brightness, I hide my Gloom

They have a moon, I already have a Black Hole Soul.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Happenings

Whatever happens, happens for good...

A city happens, history happens,

Leaves and flowers happen.

The inebriated earth holds all happenings,

as it were, on a stage in display.

If you bump into a tree

they will call you blind, for,

blindness too happens like death

like the noontide in the black sea.

What is freedom then?

Is it another happening in this

world stage of eternal becoming?

Do I have no choice in anything?

Have I too happened without the freewill of my Maker

The Direction

Hold firm O Man,

the oar of morals,

as you sail through life.

As the tempest of trouble approaches,

fear not and anchor your mind,

to your faith on God.

The waves of emotion will soon settle

and you will find direction

that approaches to a peaceful destination...

(a successful end of life).

Monday, February 13, 2012

Rotting

Plugged and placed to beautify

In a vase golden lined,

For few days, For few eyes.

The water half full, Betraying...

Giving hope to buds

who still wait to bloom.

Pleasure seeking eyes

raping her innocence,

vermiculating on petals each time.

Stands tall the Flower,

Still smiling wide for

the ROTTING beneath to hide.