Peace within

Day 31: Peace within

What is the rush, why the hurry
Why chase after a chimera
That will only bring grief
Ain’t you tired of running against the time
Can’t you see the sand slipping through your fingers
That elusive contentment comes quite cheap
But you are too blinded to see the secret door
The door that leads you within
There is an oasis of peace there
Untouched by the chaos and mayhem around
When the world gets too much to bear
Turn inwards to calm yourself
Being at peace with self is not easy
One has to forever be a learner
But the first step is to stop deconstructing self
And accept the warts for what they are
Serenity descends with the acceptance
That you have only one you to work on
And as you work bit by bit
The chaos will begin to dim
Stop seeking answers outside
Your questions are for self
Embrace yourself, as the adage says
And you may find peace within.

( Written for OctPoWriMo)

Is this me?

Day 30: Me or Who am I?

The sum of all the things I do
All the roles that I play
All that is expected of me
Is that what makes me, me!

The things I want to do but can’t
The words that sit unspoken on the tip of my tongue
The dreams I crush with my own hands
Do they also constitute me!

Am I lost in the roles I play
Am I made up of bits and pieces
Do you see the real me in my words
Do they successfully camouflage real me!

Why am I one at the cost of the other
Why does one take precedence over the other
Why should I be faced with a choice
Where I have to forsake one for the other?

Why does the mother take a beating
When the writer in me triumphs!
Why can’t I be multi-armed like goddess Durga*
To vanquish all my fears and doubts
And wield a pen, a ladle, a nappy, a cursor, a needle
All at the same time with the same dexterity!

The dilemmas I face everyday
Weaken as well as strengthen me
Dichotomies define and mar me
I ask the questions and give answer too
And I realise as I take stock of self
I am to you what I am
Because of the way you perceive me!

*Durga- Durga is depicted in the Hindu pantheon as a goddess riding a lion or tiger, with many arms each carrying a weapon.
She is the warrior goddess, whose mythology centres around combating evils and demonic forces that threaten peace, prosperity and dharma of the good. She is the fierce form of the protective mother goddess.

(Written for OctPoWriMo)

Oh, the lightness of being

Day 29: The Lightness of Being

To flit from flower to flower
Just like a pretty butterfly
To float like a falling leaf
Languidly on the pillow of breeze
To naively chase the iridescence
Of the dragonflies’ wings
Oh, the lightness of being!

To procrastinate, just because
To laze without a single care
To live in just that moment
To spare no thought for the future
Oh, the lightness of being!

To never run behind the beauty of anything
To smile at strangers without a reason
To laugh unrestrainedly and whole heartedly
To giggle unashamedly and being silly
Oh, the lightness of being!

(Written for OctPoWriMo)

Poetry Form: Sei Shonagon type list

Healing

Day 28: Mending the Broken Places

I sit with bandaid, dressing and gauze
Wondering from where to start
It is useless to ponder about the cause
Even though I am left with a broken heart

Wondering from where to start
I decide to ignore the jagged edges
Even though I am left with a broken heart
I can avoid falling off the ledges

I decide to ignore the jagged edges
To begin the process to mend
I can avoid falling off the ledges
I must not be rigid but bend

To begin the process to mend
Dwelling on the past will not help
I must not be rigid but bend
Painful memories I should skelp

Dwelling on the past will not help
Love is the only regular salve to be used
Painful memories I should skelp
Nobody in this world is unbruised

Love is the only regular salve to be used
It is useless to ponder about the cause
Nobody in this world is unbruised
I sit with bandaid, dressing and gauze

(Written for OctPoWriMo)

Poetry Form: Pantoum

Right now, here

Day 27: How Did I Get Here

Born in a country rooted in karmic belief
I learnt to accept everything as fated
But then I wondered, is this really life’s brief
Shouldn’t I consider this notion dated
Leaving everything to fate brings one to grief
Not every step that we take can be rated
Sometimes we have to go with the flow
At others you have to take charge to grow.

We are where we are supposed to be
The reins are not always in our hand
Life takes charge of you and me
There is absolutely no magic wand
But we can’t stop working hard you see
Even if nothing goes as planned
I know this much right now I am here
And no way I would like to be anywhere.

(Written for OctPoWriMo)

Poetry Form: Ottava Rima

I would like to wish all of you a very Happy Diwali. I am so sorry I have not been able to visit your blogs or respond to your comments. I promise I will respond in a day or two. Enjoy!

Words are not mere words

Day 26: What Has Been Unspoken

Eyes
A mirror
Of the tell-tale heart
Spilling secrets spookily
That the tongue had tried to twist
Words believed over eyes
Chasm deepens
Tears

Words
Unspoken
Sit coiled on the chest
Sibilant whispers torment
Venom killing bit by bit
Irate, they chafe for
Release, but
Die

Truth
Needs cover
Hurts with its bluntness
Fragile egos in fear tremble
Unafraid are intrepid
They embrace gladly
For truth is
Light.

(Written for OctPoWriMo)

Poetry Form: Joseph’s star