Wizardry Of Silence

Poetry does not come with words

It has its genesis somewhere inbetween

the lines...the feelings...the silence...yes the silence perhaps...feeling the silence...echoing the silence... understanding the silence....empathizing with the silence...embracing the silence...speaking to the silence...singing with the silence...then giving it a shape...a form...a visual...perhaps even beauty, grace, dignity, charm...a bewitching, tangible , unmistakable, pulsating charm...that is how a nebulous thought springs up and becomes lyrics ...the melody you call mesmeric...do you know it is born out of nothingness...just nothingness...pure nothingness and a solitude which is exclusive and all encompassing...poetry is

born out of that which is nothing and one day dives back into that which is naught

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Inside

I was talking of my inner battles

The festering scars

The screams within

The frantic search

The abject failure

The witch dance of hopelessness 

And then the cracks...

The leaks

The nervous attempts to disguise 

I fail again

They laugh

Make fun

I recede within deeper

And then again 

The screams

The search

The hopelessness 

The frenzy of witch dance

The cacophony of laughter 

They all sing and revel

And I...?

I slide deeper within

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The Ritual

I play with my inner battles

They are mine alone

Like the rice I like to have  

Softened and destarched

With the runny lentil soup

And a dry curry crisp 

A dollop of curd 

To finish with 

Topped with sugar or jaggery 

As the season may be

A happy stomach helps win 

Just for the time being 

Until

Arrives another war 

Dramatic but spartan

Rotis fluffy and steaming hot

Vegetables slippery in gravy 

Spicy, tangy but not too chillicious 

Remember wars are won 

With warmth and not arms

The victory of course with dessert

Till another chess board is set

With another ritual served

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That First Cuppa

That first morning cup of tea

Lifts me up from lethargy 

Perks me up as always 

To face another day 

A dash of lemon grass 

Or a few leaves of basil 

Or maybe strands of ginger

Added to tea leaves to rustle 

In boiling water for a minute

A spoonful of dairy whitener

To go with plant based sweetener

Let's the taste for long linger

The beautiful aroma of herbs

Awakens all my senses at once 

I cannot for a day go without

It anyway or I shall stay 

Put in the bed the whole day

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Love Hate

hating

this season of

pollens and dust 

I sneeze 

deep unto

November 

even if

I love the most

autumn

...the call of

winter

chilling

time it is

to wipe out

the cobwebs 

although... 

the rainbow 

through ....and... through 

shines within

the web 

an abstract art 

does the spider know

how to weave a prism ?

the empty bench

waiting 

the colour red

inviting

but ... no

my ten thousand steps

living 

and loving

but hating as well

this stretch of

silence....quite

uneven

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A Kitchen Poem

Sauted by ambitions

Marinated in dreams

Slow cooked by experience 

Spiced up by hope

Cut and dried at times

Chopped and churned often

Bleached and blanched

Fried on high flame of expectations 

Baked sometimes over baked

Grilled and microwaved

I have lived life on my own terms that's for sure

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October

With October came the season 

Of unexpected rain and fusion

Of autumnal wind and vision

Of a winter not far away

With October came the festives

Of togetherness and missives

Of love and the will to forgive

Endurance and give aways

With October came the sun

A bit mellowed but really fun

A little chilly a little warm

But surely longer to stay

With October drifted the leaves

From green to yellowed mischiefs

No it's not one of my pet peeves

Its October be mild you may

With October the blooms still

Blossom and birds trill

Chirpy and noisy as hell

Making a ruckus in my balcony 

With October there's the spirit

Of going and bringing with it

Wistful memories

Of a long gone past faraway

With October came goodbyes

To summer and rains' cry

And balms to heal and how!

October linger longer I pray

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