Oh! Omen

the hoot of the owl

echoing in my ears

warning me of waning time.

the slithering snake

beckons me to stay away

from venturing on my own.

the grumpy lady next door

with a smirk on her lips

curses me in her mind.

the hoot, the slithering, the smirk -

all eerie fears,

feasting on my vulnerable mind

sending out omens

I never knew existed,

enslaving me forever in forged tentacles of time!

Sunday Scribblings for the word OMEN

Stepping Stone....

The next step

could be nowhere

lost amidst the gloomy oblivion

of nestling negativity.

But then,

the next step

could lead somewhere

looming large within

the luscious longings of roaring life!

So,

I take the next step

unmindful of unknown consequences,

unwarranted situations,

happy that I took the step at all!

Sunday Scribblings: THE NEXT STEP

I Surrender....

After endless moments

swimming against the tide,

missing the bull's eye

I languished

in the sand dunes of time

hurt, humiliated,

hostility hurling my senses

into a whirlpool of depression.

Surrender

was the only way out

of this unwanted, unwarranted maze

of human failure wrought

by the fueling of human pride

at the hands of ailing humanity.

Surrendering to you My God

I find my goal, my destination.

I find You!

Sunday Scribblings: Prompt -SURRENDER

Nearly There!

I nearly reached there!

All on my own

enjoying my self imposed solitude,

wishing for no strange presence

to destroy my self bestowed peace

I sailed along

carrying myself

a one man army

fully immersed

in me, mine, myself.

I nearly reached there!

When I discovered

the sailing solitude

I so longed for

was only loneliness,

the peace prickly pieces of arrogant dust

covering my confused conflicted mind,

what I needed

was another sailing boat,

sea or stream, just sharing life together!

Sunday Scribblings: Prompt: NEARLY

Freedom To Be!

Free

as the bird in the blinding blue sky,

the vastness of the huge horizon

only edging it to fly further,

higher following the song of its heart.

Free

to be, to want, to do

as the meandering mind thought,

as the winding ways of the soul dictated

without disdain, hesitation.

Freedom

to be Me,

to love,

to hug another soul

to fly high, to identify with creation.

Sunday Scribblings: Prompt- FREE

Raw without preservatives....

Like clay,

yet to be moulded,

the rawness of life

echoes back at me

every time

I hurl a preconceived

prejudiced notion.

The mind plays games

if we permit it to -

it is just another raw fruit

waiting to be peeled,

till the seed of life

stares at us in the face

reflecting the true nature

of existence -

Plain raw material without preservatives....

Sunday Scribblings: Prompt - RAW

Safe? Ha! Ha!

Safe?

All my life,

safety pins have held me,

my emotions,

my reflections

together.

Safe?

From whom?

From what?

All my life,

indescribable queries

have plagued my soul.

Safe?

All the times,

I thought I was protected

I presumed I was in control

the safety pin came off

hanging on a tether.

Safe?

Are we ever?

From those pervading thoughts

of callous insecurity,

searching seriously for that key to lock me safely in

when the safety net is all within!

Sunday Scribblings: Safety

For Now..

Eternity -

an emotion,

not a situation

as permanent as it may sound.

Eternity -

a state of mind,

not a place to reside forever,

as attractive as it may appear.

Eternity -

a longing,

a desire,

a provocation to reform, to live better...

for now.

Sunday Scribblings: Eternity

Invisible to the Core...

Invisible,

lost in space,

floating in my astral form

I tried hard connecting

those I had left behind.

But, they seemed

unaware, indifferent,

locked in their luring reflections

oblivious of my miserable state.

Did I matter not to them?

It was I who wanted to let go.

It was I who wished to be set free.

But death brought with it in flowing clarity

all my subconscious desires

that lay buried deep bursting to the seams.

What a paradox!

My earthly invisible state

made all that I had pushed slyly under

the crevices of my murky mind

as clear as crystal.

Invisible or not, I had a price to pay....

Sunday Scribblings: invisible

Walking....Running....Falling....

I am walking,

I know.

I am supposed to

but, is it where I should be?

A leisurely walk in the park-

perceiving nature in 3D vision

is what I need to do

but do I?

My lethargic tension-free stroll

transforms into a run

and I never know

until I trip and fall.

Am I going to wait

until my aging winter

to talk the talk

and walk the walk in the park?

Sunday Scribblings: A Walk in the Park