A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)


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In Retrospect

Wallowing in time…
That brings back breaths
Of aeons past-
You prompt. You jolt.
I realize. And regret.
At the brilliant needlepoint
Of pain, accrued, in blue,
Sometimes red.
Bled cold with each pin-prick
In crafting this
Unforgiving image of my undoing,

If only there was time
To go back, before
Meeting unnamed destinies-
Time to undo that intricate
Weave, and weft, and warp
Of pain-
Undo, thread by painful
Thread, all my inconsistenties
My selfishnesses, thrust upon you-

A reprieve- at least, this day
I glimpse anew, that design
Of regret-
Knowing, absorbing,
Seeking and receiving
Your forgiveness.

Framed in acceptance,
Kept aside, with quietude-
Only to peek, when again
I may falter…
To guide, when I may lose
Myself, yet again,
Subjugated by insidious
Webs of duties that tie me down.

To seek strength, knowing
That I shall not, again,
Craft, of myself, another such
Mosaic of regret and pain.

25 September, 2011

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The Coming Together

From a speck where it all started
Blossoming – an amalgam of a spectrum
Exploding into existence,
Then shrinking into familiarity
The colours vivid, the emotions livid,
What’s within, and what’s without
All there, and none at all!

Contradictions abound.
I am you, and you Me!
I soak in that Wonder-
That we have enriched
Each other- through the
Memories our cells carry
Back to the womb of Creation!

Her Thought! Are we That?
From the maturity of perfection in creation
Do we degenerate into the immaturity of a life?

Each cell we posses, not ours
Each person, Her own, hers alone?
Of isolation, of belonging
Of coming together, in That Heaven
Parts of whole, whence we came
To where we

Never can return?

8 July, 2010

Edited to add 🙂
After re reading Siddharth’s comment, I came back to a few posts I had here, much earlier 🙂 Just to share an uncanny (maybe not so much, after all… 🙂 cell memory :D!)
Malaise

Evolving

Homing In


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New Perspectives

Like inky nights
diluted with
pearly moonlight…

Like dry riverbeds
inundated with
rushing waters…

Like sudden stillness
invaded with
thunderous gales…

Or poignant silences
gentled with
murmurs and smiles…

And lack-lustre eyes
moistened with
tears of feeling…

Maybe there’s hope for us-
New perspectives
Untold and untried..

Normalcy now,
would be
an achievement.

2 April, ’91

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A re post, to strive and find a muse again:)


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Formless


He came with the dawn,
Early morning mist-
A hazy form:
vague nothingness,
slowly taking shape!

My long night was
nearing light-
I knew, the sun
was just behind him.

Trapped in my darkness
I could do nothing,
but wait…
Endlessly, it seemed.

I wondered.
Did he know?
Was that why he came?

And I waited.

Wondering
why, suddenly, the steps
seemed unsure
faltering-

And the mist grew thick!

Still trapped in
my darkness
I knew
I would have to burn-
so that he could see light,
and part the mist again.

Only, I hope, he will forgive me
for being formless,
when he finally gets here.

5 June, ’07