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Rajshree Rathore Poem
BENEATH MY SHADOW-
As I walk my shadow starts to fade,
Oblivious to the fact I believe –my mind is playing some misty games;
With the moon lit path ‘my shadow’ starts to shine as if getting ‘enlightened’,
The soft breeze tingling my conscious : from beneath ‘my shadow’ emerges my
sub conscious,
Untouched desires, incomplete dreams, silent aspirations, broken reflections,
The sub conscious stands ‘there’ authoritatively as if seeking answers,
As I walk my shadow starts to fade.
My body feels empty –‘what if my whole life was a lie?’
The conscious slyly moving away…behold! The master (sub conscious) is here;
I sit down and stare at my shadow;did’nt I ever realize as to why it was there with
me always?
A tear rolls down and my sub conscious catches it turning it into a sparkle,
The sparkle drenches my soul with the ‘real me’,
I bow to thee master and say “please always stay with me”;
As I walk my shadow starts to fade.
I question my sub conscious “where were you”?
It replies “where you were”,
But I insist ‘no! no no! you were never there;
It says “ but if only you had been there”;
“I was always with you , just like your shadow was with you but you never paid
any heed to it”,
“I may not always speak but my silence is something you need to hear, can you
hear silence?”
As I walk my shadow starts to fade.
Suddenly the light gets dim and the atmosphere gets diffused into darkness,
Was I in a state of trance?
I retrace my footsteps staring at “my shadow”,
A gentle smile adorns my face…….
As I walk my shadow starts to fade.
Copyright © Rajshree Rathore | Year Posted 2007
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As I sat the serene waves were evocative of those pleasant days,
The setting sun made the myriad memories come alive,
The waves to and forth: encircling my legs like meanders asking questions in
this vast sea of life,
Embarrassed I had so long prevaricated about the meanders of life;
“Doesn’t life seem megalomaniac or is it worth living”?
Suddenly a scorpion bit me as if to say “Never” question the Divine.
Blood started oozing out: Red the color of peril,
I accepted the whole episode with alacrity;
A virtuous spell began to be evoked,
I lifted my feet and laughed as if to provoke ‘the Divine’,
In a moment all hopes and inspirations were reduced to fabulists,
My other feet drenched in water waiting to be free seemed like a hassock of
everyday nitty gritties,
A smile adorned my face and I said, “Never stop smiling even in the darkest of
dark”.
The pain in my feet was making me bellow my heart out;
A tear trickled and it too fell in the vast megalomaniac sea of life,
I walked back looking at my footprints in the sand that were jeered by the
seashells,
They said “Atleast we are not selfish like you!”
That led me to another question-“Why does everybody unleash a cannonade
criticism against his or her rivals?”
A soft wind blew to say –“Because they are not free”,
Then I realized how meek I was:”Never” had caught me which is the clutches of
society!!
I prayed kill that “Never” kill that “Never”!!!: let everyone be free,
A sense of exhilaration was induced in me,
The interregnum between by answers had all these years been filled with
that ‘Never’,
All that remained of my life’s wisdom was stubble: a stubble of ‘Never’,
Why are we taught to say ‘Never’;
I pray to ever (freedom) to come and remove this ‘never’.
Copyright © Rajshree Rathore | Year Posted 2006
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