Wings of Fancy

How do you lock down;
Batten down the hatches
On the craft at
Stormy seas?

Churning waves of disquiet.

The other kind of quiet
Is merely a cue,
A prelude, if you wish,
To the Overture of the
Tumult.

That’s when you escape.
Release the catch.
That kept you in place.

Fly. Erupt maybe.
But yes, lose yourself
Like never before.

That’s the only way
You keep you.

23 April, 2021, Day#23 of #napowrimo 2021

I wrote this one on 29th March. Little did I realise that I would feel this, on the day I’m sharing it on the blog. The tumult. The escape. The storm within.

My country is going through collective trauma. Those who still can feel and see are, that is. The pandemic is a never ending trauma. Lives taken, through disastrous management of resources and poor leadership in a situation where personal gains of the leadership far outweighs its inherently unassailable responsibility to its peoples.

Failure is writ large on them.

It is the ones who still have a conscience, that work, selflessly, relentlessly, unconditionally towards healing and solace. Gazillion amount of gratitude to them doesn’t cover it. This includes overworked health care workers, those at crematoriums, the volunteers working at their devices on gathering, verifying data, and disseminating information on resources, every person who will rage against this dying night…

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

You are my water colour wheel of hope.

Thank you Swati for the session today and Elsa for this gift

Naina also made one ❤

Voices

A soft voice within:

I’m here. Always will be.
Please believe. I love you.
Because you are enough.
As you are…

Silence answers her.

The Impostor’s back, you see.

22 April, 2021 Day#22 of #napowrimo 2021 is pretty much forced. Because, duh, impostor rules the day 😀

Sigh. A simple one today!

Unhinged

(Alternatively titled Uh-oh 😬)

Undaunted, she ploughs.

Unbeatable, seemingly;

Yet, unabashed ambiguity maybe, yet

(Unanimous view? Hell yeah, no maybe about it!)

Unflagging, spirits.

Understanding the unadulterated

Unreal, unsullied 😂 nonsense-

Unflappable too, her demeanour-

Un-enamoured of uncomprehending looks 😎

Utilising every stray thought

(Unfortunate to pass this way 😋)

Unveiling it in never an ultra crisp way

Understatements, she makes

Upbeat always…

Underlining it ‘verse’ – HAH!!!

Unstoppable (she wishes, this month 😛)

Ushus 🙈😀😂

21 April, 2021, Day#21 of #Napowrimo 2021 is a repost from 3 years ago titled Uh-oh- The details are given below 🙏😎👇)

The mandala, or what passes for it 😬 is new and a bit unhinged maybe, but apt! Special shout-out to those who figure out what it could be 🤩)

(First posted on this blog, on 23 April, 2018, for Day#21 of #NaPoWriMo 🙂 Self-aggrandizement it’s Zenith 😎😂)

Trés Charmant

The shy smile
Eyes not quite
Meeting yours
Soft spoken
And a wisdom,
Other-worldly,
That shows itself
In her deep gaze
Her words
Her stories
Her infinite imagination.

I’ve wondered, over the years,
What it must feel like
To be as filled
With stories, as she is.

The quietest of writers
(Loudest of thoughts though ❣️)
Gifted yarn weaver
Magic in the warp, weft and weave;
Her mind, her soul,
Must be a kaleidoscope-
Each shift of perception
A wondrous narrative;
Each strand of thought
Yet one more possibility;
Each shift, maybe poignant
Maybe delightful…

Whatever it be,
What it always is
To me,
Is a revelation,
Shared in all humility.
Grace.
Benediction.
Is a revelation,
Of the iceberg’s tip
One that will meld,
And melt.
And stain the vast ocean,
Indelibly.
When she warms to the words.

She has, she’s made
Me pause, hold my breath
Fascinated by the magic
She casts, absorbed as I read,
Felt in the goosebumps
That last, and reflect in reminiscence.

She’s a universe.
A galaxy, if you will.
A constellation fashioned at her whim,
In the stardust of her quill,
In the quantum of creativity
That will always amaze.

Please know, M
For me, you’re already perfect
May it come to be
That you know it too!

Happy birthday, dearest Malavika!
Wishing you pixie dust and the warm glow of never fading embers of love!

20 April, 2021, Day#20 of #Napowrimo, celebrating a dear one, someone who was in my class, in 6th, and who’s now someone I’d be proud to know as a peer. Someone whose writing will never ever stop making me feel proud, whose innate honesty and questing heart and mind will always have my respect! She blogs here – LINK.

May that smile never fade! (This one’s really rare, no?) 🤩

New Beginnings

Now that’s tautology
If you know
What I mean.

A beginning is
New, ain’t it?

A fresh start.
Even if it’s a journey
Made before.

(Like the New year
A birthday
An anniversary?)

The players
The components
The frame,
Unchanged, maybe?

But Time
And Space
And persons
Notions
Emotions
They acquire
A sheen.
A dimension.

That shifts,
Ever so subtly,
The direction,
The very centre
Of gravity.

So here we are
Symbolically, a witness to
Colour, profusion, joy
Harvesting memories,
To sow a glade.
Solitude’s bower.

A new year.
It’s upon us.

This space, this verse
Wishes each of you
Beautiful new beginnings
Golden harvests, Peace, Prosperity!

We remember with gratitude
Dr BR Ambedkar,
Hoping he never pales
Into whitewashed history…

Wishes to Elsie Teacher
In Heaven’s fold.
Oh! How dearly we hold you
In our hearts!

Harvests and sowing
Is what today’s about!
Here’s wishing
That our farmers
On the frontline
May be blessed
To go back to
What they’re meant…

May we all be blessed
This Day.

14 April, 2021 Vishu, Elsie Teacher’s Birthday (LINK), Dr. B.R. Ambedkar’s birthday, Harvest festivals and Day#14 of #Napowrimo 2021 🤩

Vishu aashamsagal ❤️

Today’s Art… A burgeoning mandala!