The pieces
Lay scattered
When they don’t fit
I realize
Their sharp corners
And
The hollowness within
Why are the pieces scattered
Shouldn’t they be complete
There is that one piece
That fell off the table
Long ago
The hollowness within
A resounding echo
Of the emptiness..
Your eyes filled with a million dreams
Tears that roll down your little cheeks
A scary dream about me shatters you
Lying down on my lap
Is your happy moment
When you are happy you have to share it
With me
When you are disturbed
Telling me reassure you
This trust you have in me
That I am there for you
How did you learn this my little one
Was it when I held you
As you took your first steps
Or when I fed you as your little tummy growled
Was it when I held you
Each time you fell ill
Or did it form deep within
Even before I held you
This trust is the strongest of the strong
That I strive everyday
My little one
To hold onto
With my every being.
At the end of the year
The doors are closing in
There is that little gap
Which will close soon
I need to
Pick my arms and legs
Lift my head
Look forward
And run
Before it closes
Yes
The finger refuses to move
What is this weight
Gluing me to the ground
I want to get up
I want to run
It’s in the mind
It’s all in the mind
Maybe there is no door
Maybe nothing is closing in
It’s probably my mind
Playing games
Stop
Stop now
Set me free
From your vicious circle of thoughts
Set me free from these bonds
From words
Let there be silence
Just silence
Quiet now
There are no arms embracing me
There never will be
Let me close the door
Maybe then
Just for a little while there will be
Solitude…!
Switch off the loud music upstairs
Its not very endearing at ten in the night
The beats drumming into her head
Like the other beats over so many days
The security watching over her entry and exit
The happy friend who turns it into humour
It is a constant wave of emotions
She rides unaware
Blank
The growing one pounces on her with attitude
Again
White haired sits mum
Words sealed in the mind
Little tantrums wants a slice of her
Each day
Every day
He beside her is riding his own wave
Clashing with hers at different depths of the sea
As she finds herself drowning, something pushes her up for air
The pillars are around, supporting like ever
All she has to do is lean
There is the dwelling, about to be born
Nurtured in the womb cared for day after day
Soon it will be born to open a pandora of memories
Where is she?
Hidden in these words, riding the waves
Sometimes under, sometimes over
The wings are tired, they want to rest
On a shoulder strong enough to bear the weight
Of lifelessness!
The high rises
Lit up in a hundred hues
In distant view
The water between us
Waltzing under the sky
The humming breeze
Kissing my face
Bringing intermittent
Pools of smoke
A bird skirts the water
Skips hops and plays
A night jogger
Trailing the lonely path
Stories are told
Moments are relived
Life happens
Playing at a distance
A familiar song
A favourite one
Of mountain mamma
In West Virginia…
The stars shine
In yonder skies
The lights strung
For miles
Oh the din
Of the music
Strumming tunes
An unsynched orchestra
Bodies moving
In all ways
Swaying with the breeze
There is no route
There is no rhythm
Your heart leading the way
Are people talking?
Yes, not to you
Are people walking?
Yes, not with you
Is it the bird
I saw this evening
Or are these my wings
Spread out
I’m on the ground
Yet in the sky
Not one face
Familiar
Not one word
Familiar
In this jungle
Of people
Of music
Of lights
I’m
Lost!
indupatikkal 