The sun melts into the horizon Amalgam of light and darkness Where the lines are blurred Between paradise and hell Consumed by the ocean Glitter hues of golden days Now wrapped in tempests Bellowing over troubled waters Such is life – Moments of delight Washed away by turbulent tides
I have a corner seat in my office where I can lift the blinds from the tall glass window and glance outside. When I am writing and can’t find the right word or tone, or even mood, I just gaze outside or stand next to the glass trying to capture inspiration from a tiny piece of concrete- ensnared Universe.
When I lifted the blinds this morning, I saw a yellow butterfly in a small manicured green patch. Throughout the day I shivered in the office air conditioning while admiring the blue sky and the cotton candy clouds, imagining it to be a pleasant winter morning. The truth is after a week of regular Monsoon rainfall, the sun was back with vengeance. The washed sunlight was extremely harsh outside. I felt sad for the yellow helmet-clad cleaning and construction guys. Somehow, their work never seems to end.
The sun beat down upon them as they shoveled through their assigned chores. I wonder if they saw the butterfly, or the sky, or the white cloud drifting by. All I could do was sigh, return to my desk to work, and pay my taxes so that the world still goes around, and there is always a patch of grass that needs to be manicured. Such is life!
If I could count The delicate lines Offshoots and roots Hidden in my palms; Marking the map Of my destiny I may comprehend, The forks and breaks That twist of my fate Conspiring to create Hard wins and fails In this medley of life On a rollercoaster ride
With eyes like diamonds And a sprinkling of gold dust Adorning her eyelids A dance of jeweled splendor A tango, a salsa, not a misstep A gaze to mesmerize into The vortex of a constellation Where each star conveys Of my destiny interlocked With hers, captivated, plundered The allure of her iridescence Dense yet brittle, all at once
I tore the sky apart To capture the stars In my calloused palms They lost their shimmer Lay in silence Without a glimmer No joy, no shine, no sparks Far away from home In a place so forlorn, Against their will Without a wish Even stars became stones