One meandering life

I know how it began, we all know where it ends.

Between this beginning and its end survives;
One meandering life.

Seasons come and go,
Relationships bloom and burst,
The Constant Gardner is ever at work.
Seeding flowers, planting trees,
Some to bloom others to grow.
Amidst this growth and decay,
Amidst fading-by-the-night flowers and everlasting trees,
Is one meandering life.

Climbing mountains riding waves,
Catching an 'Appooppan Thadi' chasing a dream,
Amidst sleep and wakefulness,
Is one meandering life.

Answering questions questioning answers,
Questioning the questions that longed for answers
And the answers that begged for questions.
Between moments of clarity and aeons of confusion,
Is one meandering life.

Milestones by the way
Discount distances yet to be run.
What is known is your truth,
The unknown is all mine.
Between the distances of the mind
And those of the milestones
Is one meandering life.

Stuck between truths,
Yours and mine;
Is one meandering life.

April-2009

From Life in a Multiverse

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Long Winter Chill

If I could do a Neruda, You would have smelt of summer roses And Autumn pine. There would have been sheer love Of the kind that causes our hearts to ache And loneliness bordering the divine. You would have had so many secrets Welling up as in a girly giggle And so few friends who would hear them all. I am no Neruda I can't paint you a Summer breeze Amidst this long winter chill.

Spiral

Come Let us slice into each other With fine surgical precision You slash me here I slash you there And then When the storm is done I will patch you up And you tuck me up You bring the bucket I the mop the blood And together we will cleanse Our ancient hurts Our guilts And our fears Until we start again And over a cup of coffee You tell me My dear Just how much you love me And I shall tell you Just how much I love you.

Gratis

Growing up, I would throw small pebbles across placid water bodies and watch them bounce and skate over the shimmering surface. If I had competition, we would count the bounces and both the winner and loser will nurse a sore shoulder by evening. Neither the lake, nor the pebbles cared, and the universe, like a quantum experiment, was both the observer and the observed. Or maybe we were being played and they were the audience. To all the pebbles and the lakes that survive...thank you for that space... in time.

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