Wabi-Sabi

  I have grown up in your garden, proud where I still walk around. You gave me a nudge, I learnt to trudge. The seeds of time kept sprouting into flowers. Clutching your hand I awaited the showers. Umpteen curious questions of mine answered on a long winter stroll. Our season has lasted through spring, winter and fall. Here I am as you made me. I rejoice as I hold your hand and yet fly free.

I have never sat down with a pen in my hand to scribble down the most happiest moments of my life. The ones that I would cherish and remember fondly. Maybe because I felt that if I would do that then the story of joy will remain bound to a particular incident that lingers in  my memory.  But today when I was told to scribble it down, it gave me immense happiness as I walked down the memory lane of nostalgia. The first thing that comes to my mind is my countless evening walks with my father, as a child and even now, though less frequently than before. Amidst the myriad hues of nature, holding his hand firmly gave me immense comfort and strength to move on with my head held high as long as I intend to embark upon the path of righteousness. I miss talking to him about everything under the sun, spotting constellations, pointing out the moon that played peek-a-boo from behind the tall eucalyptus trees near our house and asking him umpteen number of questions. I am not able to...

Walls closing in. Breath colliding with the obstructions. In the web of chaos words as spiders crawl over my skin. no room for me in the classroom of deceptions. incoherent with the coherence that the prudent preach. Abstinent I might appear in the euphoria. I learn my own lessons, as they pretend to teach. I search for traces of air to survive as I breathe in the claustrophobia.

The myriad of ripples reaches out to the shore. the pebble thrown carelessly drowns in the depth ofthe seabed. Before I could reach out, the hesitant hands are drawn back. I throw another pebble in  the blue, instead. A tune lingers on the lips of the sea. The pebbles lie underneath as words unsaid. The delicate skin trembles as I sit back in awe. As my heart compels me to taste the moment, the ripples surrender themselves to the exuberant bedspread.

The shining bright sphere of light over there, a four letter word spells out nine letter happiness for me. A wish hanging right there, a joy promises to come back to me. The moonlight caresse me every night, whispers to me wat I love to hear; even the darkest of nights has the potential of beauty. Before the moonlight escapes, I just bask in the calm solitude suspended in the air. I embrace the uncertainity of the day once again I am free.

Took a sharp turn on the hairpin bend. Rain hit my face as never before when I let go of fear in the end. Chased the ruthless raucous wind. No qualms to challenge, no inclination to defend. When rules keep no promises who am I to pretend. Why play safe when the titles are sold before the dead end. Took a sharp turn on the hairpin bend. Winning did not matter anymore when I challenged myself, rather than a foe or friend. 

I pray to save all that remains. To save the dignity in the maze  of games. the candor left scant, from yet another tyrant. I earnestly wish for a dream to dream. Call me a dreamer that is all you can do. That is how you have always been. But you cannot steal what I believe. you point your fingers at others when you please. But, practise to preach what you mean. One day I hope your hands would be clean.