Writer's block gives me a tough time!
Cos there is too much in my head and heart
and the right words just seem lost in space
yet there is a compulsion to purge out a storm.
The mundane incidents consume me into their existence
leaving me lost in a deep search for true meaning
Why does happiness seem so out of reach
when you feel you don't even have a reason to fret?
My longing for the cozy rains is finally about to end
but there is something else other than the dry earth
that needs the droplets of a powerful rain
Can I please shout that its none other than my heart?
A poem is being composed without a pattern
and trying to express the incompleteness of this moment
Lovely weather and lonely me
Does God care enough to turn His feather?
Sometimes a touch of love turns the dusty edge
into shimmering shades of a golden haze
All seemingly completes my life and love
Yet why do I sometimes sense just the brown plain wood?
High I want to rise and far I want to fly
into the vastness of the deep blue sky
I have my wings but the ones beneath mine
Why can't I feel them even though I can see them???
Hmmm....! I am completely feeling at peace with my self. A nice shower, saxophone music, an orange evening, the beautiful view of the oldest trees from my window and the smoothly sailing breeze that blows my open wet hair lightly while I see the leaves waving to the same cool zephyr, all of this is making me feel one with nature. It brings a slight smile on my lips as I feel the calm and the serenity take over my mind and soul. A moment like this makes me feel so complete, so connected to the setting sun, so connected to my own self. My own self , that I thought, I had almost lost admist the petty worries of the other world! I feel released from a bond and I can sense the flight of a caged bird into the open sky! The tunes of the saxophone seem to me like spring. I can feel the green spread inside my heart and the blooming yellow flowers add the bright shade to the soothing stretch of grass. I can feel the blooming of my soul and the humming bees, the path traced by them and the love that exists between this pair and at last, the sweetness of this nectar has an eternal flavour that has been sprinkled on my restless mind. Oh Creator, bless my soul with the lasting eternity of this bright blossoming season! Romance doesn't necessarily have to be with another person, but it also exists in unity of one's self with the rythum of nature!
