Fragments and Secrets

 

                                            --- Where's Waldo? (& why waldo?)

A treasure box
of gold coins

is it special 

for refuging the radiance?
or rather pitiable 

for suffering the lifelong sentence 

of guarding these shimmers? 

Hide and seek 

is it for the hiders or the seekers? 

isn't game over already

just as the countdown begins? 

if I am seeking to be found

why did I hide in the first place? 

Maybe there is a renewed me 

upon being found by the other... 

Do we secretly believe  

that by seeking out 

our reclusive parts

we would be able to mend 

our own brokenness...

Speaking of treasure and hiding 

what purpose does this bias serve 

to shield one thing  

with sanctity and diligence 

and cast the rest as mundane 

Isn't it only truly hidden, 

if it is unknown to the self? 

This passage of time

 

I asked her

in anticipation of her foresight 
how would they see this time 
a century from now.. ?

My friend, she is quiet 
and dreamy.. 
her eyes slowly drooping 
she told me 
they may deem this irreparable damage...

but then she snapped her fingers 
and said maybe these are stories of mayhem
not very different from the century before...
yet again she cracked her knuckles 
to tell me they will see this as an era of loss 
of lost time and dreams and love and lives 

she tilted her neck leftward and mulled
 if this would be the 'battle of vanity and deceit'
and pursed her lips sooner to imply 
that it was the age of aligning with the ancient wisdom 
of relentless kinship and dedication 

but she wrapped her arms together and mused
if this was a stage show of common mans patience?
teary eyed 
she declared this as the ultimate performative resilience...

sighed and gathered 
she glanced at me and urged
"what would you call this forgotten time?" 

The Plea from Mother Earth

 

I  whisper loudly my thoughts

some caressed with  agony 

some coiled with my desires 

My hands move parallelly 

to convey these emotions 

to  mother earth....

my fingers pressed tighter 

when a painful musing passes by 

and she moulds herself to it..

she bends again 

when the fingers twirl 

to a joyous memory...

My earthly fingers 

unite with her earthly surrender 

and in this to and fro 

she whispers back to me 

to pause 

and let tenderness take over 

requesting me to soften the force 

between our exchange 

As my movements become gentler 

and eyes transfixed on her texture

I realize the thoughts have withered away 

leaving between us 

some empty space....

she is now able to tune in 

to my breathing in 

and breathing out …