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by Sashi.Prabhu
(17/2/2012)
Shrouded and festooned with quaintness i try to elucidate the trips of mystery,
T’was dark and it was then I realized that the morn and noon was history.
A smooth trip on mother nature’s bounties rolled on neatly into a joint,
It felt all day as me and the bard within went on a trip from reality the shackle disjoint.
Rendezvous point was at the foothills of the zeauoxian Milky Way
Way beyond my mind can comprehend I see myself move fast and dwindle away.
Away, away and far away through starry paths, the galactic colonies and black holes
Yesterday seemed like tomorrow and today like the near future, written on ash scrolls
Tornados, galactial storms, raining meteorite, planets, and stars I beyond them travel,
Oh my body is the ship and my mind the deck console for the paths to ravel.
There at a distance I see us approaching Venus,
Hovering above hostile mutant colonies with mammals, moth worms and flora genus,
Earth behind seemed afar & beautiful and I every moment growing creative and ticinus.
Ship trips and galaxial flips,
Tardy nites and the dark nicotine stained finger tips,
Annular eclipse occurring in my mind’s eye as the white light zips,
Rummaging my mindly scripts for notes of melancholy strains as the notes dance on,
Slammed by the downer, my trips are done& for another, on ganjain I count upon.
A seed within me I often feel,
A seed within me I suspect, my probing mind conceals.
A seed within me I knew not much about it,
A seed within me it matured slowly within me, bit by bit.
This seed within me “my belief”.
This seed within me “my belief”.
It has marked itself with loneliness,
Stained, itself with anxiousness.
It’s intangible web in my mind it has begun to weave,
Endless surges within me with no burdens to heave.
Metamorphoisised belief now my thoughts,
Which emerge victorious and to my mind’s fore frequently brought.
Beliefs they churn silently brew themselves in my mind,
And try to pursue me to act in manners of all kind.
They drag me into paths to walk that are quaint and odd,
It’s magnetism attracts me as my moments I prod.
My mind often asks me for testimony,
A question at times springs up within me,
And wish my mind’s eye could see,
If this belief really belonged to me?
Or have I within me originated them for mine to be?
Or from many past lives brought them with me?
Or did I from my ancestors inherit them for free?
Or did I acquire them from my wild thinking spree?
Don’t know how but I guess I know,
Belief acted upon make our life glow.
As the action change to results alpine high,
Like the moth turns to a beautiful butter fly.
By : Sashi.Prabhu
Under a guava tree, I rest
Like me, a kitten also roosts
Both are excited to begin our quest;
And the tree gives us the best of the best
Seeing the birds for the first day,
The kitty thinks he can fly;
Climbing over the branches of guava tree,
Savouring the flowers, he smiles with glee
Glimpsing the birds hoping over the branches,
My mind kindles the memories avalanche;
I was sitting with my dad at the same place,
conversing about the garden we raise
Planning to plant some fruiting trees around,
And the plants to get flowers all year round;
A garden full of flowers, butterflies and birds, he dreamed,
His idea of providing an half plot for gardening was highly esteemed
Now the guava tree started bearing fruits;
His favourite kopsias are in full bloom;
But he is not with us to cherish the things, I thought,
until I saw a bulbul savoring the fruit
Squirrels, spiders, bulbuls,butterflies and moth
and sometimes koels and kittens, both
All live together in the guava tree
Yes, plenty of lives I see
Through these creatures' plethora
I feel my dad's pure aura .
Under the guava tree,
Now my mind is stress free ,
For I feel my dad's aura,
under the guava tree
The moth, inexorably drawn
To an incendiary fate,
Is tunneled to the wormhole's end
And placed in stasis, there to wait.
A single strand of silk is all
That ties it to a universe,
A speck caught in a cosmic thrall
Suspended in a quirky verse.
A strange fire arcs the silken cord;
The spark moves at the speed of light.
A dragon bursts forth from its lair,
Takes flight as the moth's wings ignite.
Back at the source, a blackish smudge,
The only hint of what took place.
A worm imagining set free,
Unleashed to roam in time and space.
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Fragile in no way, pliable, flexible
Delicate? Hardly. Reaching coves and corners
Getting her monarch where she needs to be
Tensile Wings
Rarely broken, tough and durable, dependable
Lifting up the faeries into the hollow of the oak tree
Flattening themselves to slip into crevices
Tensile Wings
Vibrating with the hum of the wasp or the bee
Showing damselfly, dragonfly and mayfly the way
Lasting the duration of their life time
Tensile Wings
Giving an abused wife the push she needs to fly away
Escaping the wrath and injustice of a sad man
Who will have to find a new Luna moth
So he can continue to pull off someone’s wings
I watch him race into the yard,
On pudgy legs he swaggers onward,
To wander through the garden paths,
Adventure seeking is his sport.
He hides beneath the willow tree,
A branch for sword he battles forth.
Then takes a wound and falls to earth,
Hand clutching heart he dies so brave.
Up he jumps and runs to hide,
Amongst my Roma’s and Mountain Prides
A sheepish grin of bounty red,
Drips down his chin and stains his hands.
Mouth to sleeve and hands to pants
Then off he runs to chase a squirrel.
He spots the sprinkler in the back
Like moth to flame, to water lured.
A jump, a slash and slide through mud,
A squeal, a laugh, another jump.
Mud puddles made for sticky pies,
Or castles built with sticks and leaves.
Wet from head to toe he stands
With hands on hips he stalks his prey
Then suddenly through twinkling eyes
He detects me in my suit of white!
.
Stop and look, stop and listen
Nature’s here around us
Natures’ birds sing sweet melodies
The scent of wild flowers in the meadows
The bluebells so delicate under the trees
Beauty of light transformation with evening
crimson skies over fields, rivers and streams.
Please stop and feel
Please stop and sense
Nature is right here for you
Nature is just so immense
A moth, bittern or a peregrine
A Robin, dragonfly or a bee
A mountain, cavern or a river
A Forest, beach or a stream
Nature’s beauty is here to watch and feel
part of, nature is free.
Take some time to find nature, take some
time to feel free. Nature wants your company
and nature will help you heal.
Crazy fun prodigy—from a distance
A real sight to see,
But here and near—
Awkward, quiet, rubbing your hands together, stammering…
Are you really sweating right now?
Breathing through your teeth?
As if a clamped jaw is going to create conversation….
You can’t even look me in the eye!
But I’ve got the intensity of a spider identifying its dine
I’m not going to drink you—
I’m going to watch you squirm,
Let you tug in all the wrong places
You will look up eventually
And when you do,
You won’t be able to move anymore
No—
Not like you used to,
With that confident saunter,
And that free, jubilant chortle
Those grand hand gestures,
Wrapping all in your wing with locket fascination
I don’t open empty, golden clasps
I don’t weave for butterflies—
I kill for silent moths!
I see with multiple eyes those fading designs—
You are not special like me
Your blood is wasted on these strings
How could one who is so used to the dark
Be so attracted to this light?
It’s in you, little moth
Whether I adore you or not
And because I blink
BECAUSE I BLINK
I guess I am letting you go tonight
So flee—don’t be blind anymore
Open those tiny eyes,
And let those wings of yours take flight!
I was at a loss
Unable to fight my demons
Powerful and angry
They lashed out at me
As if they knew that since
I am made not of sorcery
They would vanquish me easily!
The torture lasted for years
I tried to fight back
But could not
I was too weak
I could only stand still
And let the demons
Do as they willed!
I thought of myself as cursed
After all, demons approach not
The shadows of angels
Demons only strike the fallen
To cause them to have lost souls
Souls swirling and twirling
In the sea of madness
The sea captivating us with its beauty
But made of waves capable of sinking us
Why, I thought it would go on
And stay as long as I lived
So much that I even confined myself
Into the refuge of my own company
But then,
All of a sudden
It stopped
And I realized
That all this time
I had been blind
I was naught but a moth
A moth captivated by the mystical light
A moth saved by the same light
A moth made of addiction
Craving for more and more
Of whatever the power of the light
Would deem best to bestow upon me!
Yes, it is over
It has stopped!
1st July 2017
Sitting on the cusp of dusk and evening
Placidly he ruminates where life has been
When she still believed in vibrant springs
And exulted dawning of purple mornings
Echoing exuberance of seasons’ calling
Fragile, yet colorful, as autumnal leaves
Delicate, aesthetic, as snowflakes falling--
Until she chose to surrender her dreams.
Oh! how fervently she cherished streams
Zigzagging ebulliently on their property
Digging lanes through prairies dark green,
Giggling, rushing, curving, on life-journey,
Pointing zealously, how to redirect destiny
Hosting daydreams of daffodils, milkweeds,
And tranquil bliss edifying lotus sanctuary.
Pity, neither did he feel her zestful appeal,
Nor could he allay those spaces left empty--
Between life as it is, and life that could be--
Saddled by incongruence defying harmony.
Lonesome he wailed tracing her footprints:
Cheered birds singing, doted stars twinkling,
Breathed-in her air scented with jasmines,
Buzzed in moth-passions of nocturnal winds,
Gazed deep woods where moon was rising,
And found her there, but not her meaning.
Yet, she came by, reminiscing through time,
Staying long enough, scanning the night skies--
But much as she tried, the Venus didn’t smile,
Alas! when she left, that was final goodbye.
April 28, 2021
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