Tag: Poetry

A Little…

A pile of books fell,

Not because it was organised disorderly;

“A little more” of my expectation

From the rack I brought recently,

But could not sustain a day longer, broke.

Re-living the circumstance presently

“A little space” in my expectation

From existence to purpose lingered seemingly

A pile of me fell off existentialism.

Loving life in myriad colours,

Healing unconditionally…

Life when in doldrums

Serves the unanswered –

Mediate with whom?

Soul or life?

Yet, manipulate not

Birth and death the unanswered….

Time the healer serves unconditionally,

Loving the moment’s myriad of colours.

O Clay!

Play not with words.

Earth,

Tough even when soft;

Situation,

My mind playing games….

Scribbling scrambles
Thoughts travel terrain
Meandering meaningfully
I invite imagination.

Ideas indispensable
Mind mingles mandates
Rules rueful
Scribbling storyline silhouette.

Published in: In Knowing, 2015