Comfortable Silence

couple wearing green
Image by Shelly Paul

Where human bonds run so deep,
To have withstood the test of attrition – time and time again;

That discord and harmony could co-exist peacefully,
When substantive conversations dissolve pretense and insecurity,
That neither has the need to coddle the other emotionally,
Where one is at ease with the other as with oneself –

Is when, the uttered word becomes redundant
And shared silence becomes comfortable.

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Freedom and Joy

Do what makes your soul shine
Image by Shelly Paul

Through the labyrinths of a rigid society,
Gropes for freedom –
A shackled mind.

Probing the myriad depths of the universe
Is an unfeeling heart –
In a quest for joy.

Alas! we know not
To search within ourselves.

To look at the rendition of life,
Not heed the blemish,
But to rejoice in its blessings, is mirth itself.

To unshackle the mind from prejudice and bias,
Rise above narrow divisions,
Is what freedom is all about.

Driving through a Winter Storm

Winter's wonderland
Snow

Swirling flakes fall from above,
Dancing around stoic street lamps – giggling, teasing
As they fall, carpeting the earth.

Cotton tufts swell from below,
Gets caught in the headlight,
Makes a beeline to the windshield – melts away.

Dancing swirls multiply,
Fills the air, obscuring vision.
Moving pods slow down, blinks intermittently;

Howling winds gather the dancing dots
Slaps it unevenly on all creation,
Blanketing everything in white. Continue reading “Driving through a Winter Storm”

Weary Traveler

Welcome home, weary traveler

Unburden yourself;
Lay down the heavy trappings,
Wash off the weariness.

For you have given too much;
Entrenched in the lives of strangers
Trying to ease their drudgery
With your benevolence.

So,
Ensconce in the warmth of your abode,
Take comfort from the cocoon of sleep,
Rejuvenate as you breathe the first crisp air of autumn.

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Shallow – Deep

Said shallow to deep,
      ‘How can you be generous when you have so little?’
Said deep to shallow,
      ‘I have enough. I am quite content.’

      ‘How can you be carefree when life is terrifying in its uncertainties?’
      ‘I go with the ebb and flow. I learn from experience.’

‘How can you be a smiling fool, when crushed by adversity?’
Replied deep to shallow,
      ‘You can live to be a thousand
       Yet never experience anything the way I feel.

      ‘When I breathe, I feel the air
      You don’t even realize that you breathe

      ‘You can never feel the wind’s caress or the sun’s warmth Continue reading “Shallow – Deep”

Joy Ride

bundImage by Shelly Paul

Wind all over me –
Beating my face, slapping my hands,
Whistling in the ears,
Rushing to the mind –
Scattering away thought streams,
As I ride the pillion with my man.

The motorcycle growls, roars,
Road unfurls endlessly,
Green grass blur seamlessly,
Blue umbrella skies, cloud tufts, pale moon awaits.

Through the tree canopies of late spring,
Into the ever-changing lines of the horizon,
I ride the pillion with my man,
Without a care – tranquil, meditative.

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The Gymnast

Double ring leap
Author-Skubik, A link from Wikipedia Commons page

Knuckle to knuckle she stands
Fists pressed against each other,
Elbows digging into her sides –
A bundle of nerves, as she twists around her waist.

She shrugs her shoulders, wrings her arms –
Trying to lose the butterflies.
She stares intently, at that which only she can see.

She inhales deeply as it dawns on her,
That all the time she toiled away,
Has condensed into this solitary moment.
As the spotlight shines, she must be sublime. Continue reading “The Gymnast”

Relative Time

When life is burgeoning,
World feels like spring
Moments freeze into memories sweet.

When the heart gets broken
Engulfed by loneliness,
Seconds crawl at snail’s pace.

In triumph and success
When the world lauds,
Time stands still in breathless awe.

When dreams shatter
Crumbles into despair,
Listless days stretch into timeless void.

Clocks tick with mathematical precision
Life itself is relative time.