loose ends


Scary cold night it is, lonely way to walk.
The thick chills fill shivery roads aloft.
Filled in my brains are eddy viscous thoughts:
Slyly plotted to resemble the setting that cloaks.

These paths, though long, had a valid destination:
They will make me home, after my tiring day.
But deep down my axons are the lanes of my thought course,
Soon exhausting to logical dead ends, leading nowhere.

Lined on my left are deep dark teak trees,
And on my right are lean, lighter eucalyptuses.
Connecting distance in between ridicules on being right and wrong.
I hush these thought within, unable to discern what’s right and otherwise.

Thoughts and roads entwine subsequently, to baffle:
Never did they bother for the ends nor exhaustion.
Ceaseless they are with their crude stubborn battle,
Racing ahead of conception, aiming beyond my cognition.

Moon shines abode in high sky, full and bright.
She is the only one to cast me some dim warm light:
To make me comfort against that cold night.
Also to console me implying, things shall drift to be all right.

Photo courtesy: Tanaya Surve

PS: Poems can be fatal at times. And I mean it literally when I say fatal. A speeding bike almost dashed me while I strolled back home absent minded scripting this one in my mind. I owe a lot to the person who invented brake pedals!

Though I know no technical’s of music, tried to bring in a musical stroke. Starting with sparse random notes, raising  them in coherence,  all through and ending at a cadence.

As with all posts, what you got to say?



Three beasts and a flower

Three beasts roamed a jungle one night,

While moon gleamed up in sky, full and bright.


It was supposed to be an eclipse, that day,

Moon was thus to be inched to dark and dismay.


Darkness began to shroud the jungle soon,

As scary dark sipped milky light, off the moon.


Poor beasts were the one to get scared,

As they were told demons that day went flared.


They ran around for a tree: shelter to find some,

And found a found an orchid, all calm and mum.


Astonished they asked, eclipse it is today,

Demons disguised in dark, moon they slay.


Flower smiled to say:

I and you make a part of Earth’s shadow on moon,

Making an eclipse and it fades away, so very soon.


And then there were four more happy gazers at moon.



P. S: i don’t know what you call it, but some call it a ‘paradigm shift’ (a more serious definition, far from what i meant is here). You think in  a direction and an incident/talk/glimpse/or your own idea makes you to think in a whole new way. The whole perception changes.

A metaphorical try. Do you have any paradigm shifts to share?