New Rhythm

Petals on water,
Dancing to a new rhythm.
Trying to get by.


The Evading Senses

Quicksands of smile and toil, 
Take away these muddling onslaught. 
Transient yet far too overbearing, 
Break down the inconsistencies; by part.  

This first week has been bewildering in itself. And to think that we’re not even half way through the first month! I have been having all sorts of confusions. Maybe its in the air and with all anticipation overriding reason, I’m thinking way too much. But to not consider it would be an even greater folly. A direct admission of my inconsideration. Sometimes being real depends on the situation. I’ve come to believe that at the end of the day, my actions must be right by me, by my family. While I’d enjoy the freedom to say I don’t care, I do and that’s that. I hope things sort out by the end of this month. Then I can peacefully, smilingly welcome the next and the next.

Good Day!

– Meera

The Lifetime of A Rose

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Embraced the obstacles from the start,
Have I a say in being pulled apart?
While the lesser folks await the wilting
I must prepare for the ornamental suffering.
The occasional care brightens my day,
Little memories to uplift dismay.
They stare at me with such a tender glance
And with much the same bring an end, perchance.
Even in praise, I quake with fear.
Bless the Lord, don’t make me so dear.
Before a blink, one with the soil
How long have I lived for so much toil?
Value your existence, you do.
Extend some thought to me too?

– Meera

Restoring the Beauty

In today’s world where beauty is heightened with various catalysts, it is truly heart-warming to see natural beauty tampered by nothing. I have never been interested in sight-seeing before. But these scenic pictures are a treat to the eye. The fact that such God-given beauty still remains intact is truly astounding. You’d think that human habitation is enough to demolish such places.

There’s always been a part of me that feels strongly about preserving and maintaining such sights. Be it the place I’m living or any corner of the world. However just “feeling strongly” gets you nowhere, unless you are ready to act with conviction. Like the saying goes, “actions speak louder than words”. Living in India, there are times when I absolutely abhor being a part of this country. The condition of some areas is more than pitiful. Its in that state of broken down construction where nobody is interested in the plot any more. So then why cut down all those trees? And why leave it in a half-done state of rubble and garbage? Not long ago, the greenery wasn’t half as depleted it is now. The smell of wet mud during rainy season was something to look forward to. The flora and fauna (that were in abundance) would perfectly fit the frame, almost as if endorsing the lush forests and urging tourists to go click-click.

Nowadays… not so much! Its a great effort to prevent my eyes from tearing up when I step out of the house. Seeing the condition of such places, awakens the patriot in me. And she doesn’t like it one bit. I start getting absurd thoughts. Like of situations where I’d snap my fingers and all the dirt would dissipate, all the wilting plants would glow with life and all the jobless would be sufficiently employed. Okay, this is a little more than absurd. Its downright crazy, I know. Believe me, I am not welcoming thoughts of Godly power or anything. But a little change here and there wouldn’t be so bad, right?

You must be thinking, “if she feels that way, why ain’t she doing anything about it!”. Right on! Its true. Sitting at home and grumbling is not good enough. I’ve learnt to accept that. Now for the next step to actually do something and help revert back the beauty in our lands to those of the olden times. I believe the time will come. And when it comes, I won’t back down. I’ve faith in this generation, in all of us and our abilities. We’ll find a way, soon, and we’ll lead the change. To restore the beauty not only in nature but also our heart, mind and soul.


Come Rain or Shine

On a winter morning, the sun was shining so bright.
It was warm and peaceful, the birds chirping merrily as they sought food for their little ones.
The tree leaves and bushes swaying in the light breeze. The sunshine seeping through the windows, filling the houses with a blissful golden light.
For someone who couldn’t stand the sun, I was quite comfortable curled up on the sofa, reading a paperback. For a change, I didn’t wish it would rain.
For a change, I was at truce with the sun.
But such rare moments of glee are short lived.

As I stood watching on my doorstep,
The sunlight began to recede. I looked up in time to note the arrival of the rain clouds. The sun, in its last feeble attempt, held its ground refusing to back down.
But the raging clouds were not to be stopped. In less than a minute, they had overpowered the sun from every direction.
Blanketing everything in darkness.
Thunder rattled the window panes. Messenger winds picked up pace, carrying with it, news of the rain.

Soon, it was pouring cats & dogs.
Any sign of a sunny day had been washed out by the tiny forceful drops that hit against the roof.
Drowning the peaceful silence in its wake, the rain formed huge puddles on the pavement.
Instantaneously, kids came running out of their homes, enjoying the feel of the rain  soaking them wet.
Splashing each other with water.
The leaves now glistened, not with the sunlight tinting them gold, but with the downpour that cleansed the layer of accumulated dust.
The smell of moist soil was so soothing, it brought back several childhood memories.
Its not often that I take out time to enjoy the nature as it is.
I could have stood there all day relishing the rain, with a cup of hot chocolate in my hand.
But just as soon as it had started, it stopped.
Leaving little droplets of water on every possible surface,
And a scenery so serene, that I stood there for quite a long time, letting my gaze linger on a praise-worthy sight.