The Moon Talk ...

'Dynasties have fought under my banner,

Providing cool succor to parched souls in a loving manner.

I am the favourite uncle, friend, guide and messenger,

Mirror of love and manna from heaven for wives dying of hunger !!'

Thus spake the shimmering shingle of white,

Lazily laid back in his throne.. fluffy and light.

Looking at the mortals in life's boring drone,

He goes on to tell tales from his heavy tome.

'When children pout and cry,
Mothers tell my stories and make their sorrows fly.
When young love misses a heartbeat,

They call on my services to deliver the love sheet.

A girl looks up to me always and smiles,

Wondering how I change my shape without a diet and walking miles'. 

                                               'Paeans, parchments,poems and numerous pens,

Have been spent on writing about my abode above the glen.

Examples of my beauty are given, 

And sometimes used to describe many a luminous maiden'.

He then turns around and goes to sleep ..you think,

But wakes up all the way round the world to drink.

On life, love and longing once again,

And begin..

The cycle of birth and death, waxing and waning

You might feel a tinge of sadness in the voice,

But the glistening halo dispels all darkness and spreads joy.

It follows our mother with care of that a big brother. 

Sometimes coming in between her and a hot headed intruder. 

'Its a lonely life', he sighs.

But there are perks on being up in the sky.

'Watching and laughing on all the drama below,

Getting all the nicknames and love glow.

Then there is that silly bird that is amorous and arduous in attention, 

and the girls that wonder about my dietitian's intentions'.

Written on 26th April, 2010.

(Moon.. one of my favourite photography subjects as well as watching subjects... :) Tried funny and rhyming this time.. guess its works. Pics courtesy Sheel http://www.flickr.com/photos/rahulsheel/ )

Labour of Love

She was sinking ..

Having lost more than blood

A part of Her soul !

 

He, was carrying the – a wave in his arms

Light as sand

Soft as wind

 

Life and death in the same room ..same space ??

Is it possible?

Is it human?

Is it God’s will ?

 

She created the wave she thinks defiantly !

While holding on to the umbilical cord of life ready to be severed

He does not know his share of blame .. too great too little ?

 

Blame??

When did it come to this?

Not when they were weaving pink and blue dreams..

Not when the little soft things were filling all the spaces in their lives

Not when the fun of the elephant in their hands gave them pleasure after ages of being blindfolded

Not when speaking rounded languages had them in splits.

 

They were happy..

They were true

They were fulfilling their destiny of blood making blood not spilling it ,

Sinew making sinew stronger and not slashing it..

 

For more love in this parched world

They were bringing in that clear sparkling laughter like waterfall.

For that wide eyed wonderment in the cynical maze of there and done..

For that sanity which is lost in the deathly hollows of pains

Life was to shine through the mist of loss.

 

But at the cost of his love he thought

Never !! Never !!! Not even when..

 

The Wave breaks against the rocks of love ..

The Man takes off the hood and dons the father’s cap

The Wind caresses him

The Sand of time has begun to fall .. few seconds few minutes then few days and years..

 

But not alone ..not alone

Partners in crime or destiny or duty or need or desire or walking the well trodden path

He doesn’t know he doesn’t care

He prays, He begs, He breaks !!

The piece of His creation, his God in arms squirms to meet her other half

 

He brings her closer to Her

Though they are still joined, were joined, will ever be joined by the

Sometime strangulating, sometime relieving, sometime hurting, sometime happy ..cord of love.

 

The Wave breaks again this time stronger

The Wind gushes too ready to push away the icy hands of darkness

Closed fists, small fists clenched only with love..

 

She breathes ..she breathes.. He breathes

 

The Sun breaks through the clouds..

The yellow flower turns and stretches lazily in the warmth. 

Written on 26th March, 2009.