Farcical Stillness

Still!

Like a single stem from a withered branch.

I hang precariously.

I want not to fall.

I wish not to carry on.

The stillness of my existence

runs deep

attempting to silence my drowning restlessness.

Beneath the whirlpool of overflowing emotion,

I lie hurdled in grudging desire.

Thundering thoughts crawl below

the crevices of my flowing demeanor.

Making me wonder-

Is my stillness a farce?

One Single Impression: Stillness

Testing Times!

Testing times-
growing times,
losing times,
loving times,
hating times,
winning times,
expensive times,
hurting times.





I thought I had passed the test,
having wanted,
got,
seen
and lived it all.
What more could there be left for me?
I wondered
in nonchalant arrogance.

From binding placenta
to bonding finger,
From erring pencil
to refined pen,
From dearest friend
to mate for life.
Hadn't I gone through
all the tests that were destined for me?

Testing Times-
surviving times,
hoping times,
giving times,
binding times
reflecting times,
realizing times.
Timeless times!

Theme Thursday: Test

Will My Wishes Suffice?

A piece of verse

cannot suffice

an anniversary celebration.

A line of praise

cannot compensate

thirty odd years of companionship.

Yet, when I look back

and reflect

on emotions shared,

on bonds sealed,

on memories stored

within the capsule of time,

I cannot but feel

the warmth of this unique relationship

penetrate my very soul.

Teaching the first lesson

called life,

gently holding onto

my little finger

till the tiny seed

sprouted into a sapling,

a plant and then into a tree

to miraculously provide shade

for another generation of humanity.

Today, as I observe

their wedding day

I realize that this little girl

is as old as their marriage.

That’s a lot of water

flown under the bridge of time.

The bell chimes again

ushering in another year

wherein I bow down humbly

in gratitude for the love

I received all these years.

Yet, as the wonderful day

strolls in once again

I wonder:

Will wishing one surviving parent

a happy wedding anniversary

be equivalent to opening wounds

of happy memories

that dwell in the misty corners of a lonely mind? 

(On the occasion of my parent’s wedding anniversary. My mother incidentally passed away in the year 2006.)