Autumn

A red leaf
remnant of a spent Spring
drifting beyond life
on hot currents;
Eyeing the drops
in a friendly pregnant cloud
parched
she stretches her tip,
bounced and buffeted
at the rim of a black hole;
Peering at the silver
through the black tunnel
She sheds her gravity
sunk in the whoosh
of afterlife;
The red leaf disappears
sucked to dance
in the galaxies beyond.

Drenched

                                     

Skies opened

I continued walked

As if there is no tomorrow,

I traced the cascading outpour

on my coarse face

smiling at the watery hug;

it soaked me

as if I was a tree

placed in His garden

needing quenching

needing cleansing

among the puddled earth

among the fallen flowers and fruit;

I pick up the fruits and withered browns

Drenched

to the core,

I taste the white sap

nestling it deep inside

after the outpour.

  

IRONY

Irony of being a human
And being in apparent bonds,
Still seeking morsels
Of empathising norms;
Irony of being a woman
Playing many roles,
When I needed some cuddling
Social distancing was proposed;
Tiny bits of compassion
thrown through the doors,
Awareness  zoned in
Music flowed,
Making me sway
On shrapnels of irony.

Epilogue

I spurned love

It’s whiteness 

It’s soulful singularity,

I withered it’s delicate petals 

Bogged by social thorns.

I knew

It was souls baring

A third eye phenomenon 

Where all was so fluid

Dimensions gelled one in one,

Yet I let you go!

Slipping through lifeless fingers

Viewed by dry eyes

I burnt the remnants 

On the fire of my entrails,

Pushing your aura away

I wrapped my length

In loneliness 

Never turned back

To trace the depth of our hurts.

This life has flown

Yours beyond horizons 

Mine sunk below earthy browns

Spurned by love 

With a vengeance unplanned.

Of all days, today I must believe that it is a beautiful world out there! 

 There are beautiful people out there!

There is a beautiful flow of warm and compassionate energy in the universe. It depends on us how we harness this energy and give it back to the universe.

Detachment comes at a huge  cost, but it is a great teacher! What is important here is, to not forego compassion. The spiritual path advocates detachment. Normally humans don’t detach out of joy. The process happens if your hurts and disappointments have over flown the vessel called heart. In that state retaining compassion becomes a battle. But if one has understood the journey, compassion might ebb down, but shall resurface  after a while.

Still, there are Yogis and born spiritualists ,who detach in longing for the Joyous reunion.

Leanings

Pointless emotions 

Tired meditation 

Hung upside down ‘Aum‘

Dissipated truisms;

Life in a crawl 

Nothing changes 

Only age,

A lined face

With mirthless eyes

Sunk in sockets

And drooping lips 

Stretched in a grimace.

Upturned palms

Beseech awareness 

As to twisted karma!

My Chakras were always screwed!

When I look back, decades down the line, I realise, my Chakras were always twisted! The energies were always blocked neck downwards.
Maybe they got twisted when I got abused sexually as a child, or maybe because my parents could never really understand the weirdo I was, or maybe because I was witness to the gender discrimination so evidently practised in a patriarchal Punjabi home and my heart and soul vibrated with hurt.
I don't know man! But the hurts continued resulting in a body with screwed chakras!