Cobweb

A cobweb. It is delicately woven. Just strong enough for the builder to trot on it. Strong enough for the builder to get his/her desired. But weak, very weak by its very fabric and it's reason for existence.Straining, swaying suspended in the middle of no where.Torn but re-build as it dips in time. 

Such is our guard. Our mental fort. Our barriers to what lies around us. We carefully weave a list of dos and don'ts sometimes we are taught these for our own safety. Forever we survive in these limits of woven shackles. We believe we are doing fine. We get food. We get some company by people who get caught in our web. Who carefully pass the guards. Make their way into our lives. We define it to be perfect. We extend our boundaries. We expand these webs. But want we fail to realize is we are still restricted. We are bounded. We get restless. We get paranoid and rebuild theses webs if we face a blow. 

Why can't we just suspend in the air? Not know in which direction to move? When every road invites us to an unknown adventure. Why can't we smile at a passing stranger? Why can't we take more chances? Why do we protect ourselves? What are we protecting ourselves from? Why do we weave complexities around us? Why do we live in cobwebs?

For once let it all go! Let words from your heart resonate with the world. Walk. Run. Do something. Forget what will follow. No guard. No web. A journey unrestricted. A path unknown. A pattern undefined. A life of your own.

Thanks for the memories..

Thanks for the memories, I whisper into the air

Let it rove and halt, to find you somewhere

I see your blurred image, behind my shut eyes

A familiar stranger, I am caught in surprise

I've known you, I know- but I know not how

Let life unfold this mystery endowed

Thank you is all, I can hear myself say

For I find not better words-that can repay!

~Sam

P.S.: This poem is inspired by the novel- "Thanks for the memories" by Cecelia Ahren

Few classic lines from the novel..."How close happiness and sadness are. So closely knitted together. Such a thin line, a thread-like divide that in the midst of emotions, it trembles, blurring the territory of exact opposites. The movement is minute, like the thin thread of a spider's web that quivers under a raindrop. "

Tiptoeing ?

We grumble. We ache. We silently complain. We wish things get better. We dream of better things. We are constant self naggers. We don’t accept what we have. We refuse to believe. We refuse to have patience. We get dejected. We fall into deep emotional pits. We complain about life.  We try to avoid all the falls!

We behave like an OCD maniac who tip-toes on the street to avoid a fall. We are tiptoeing in our life. What difference would it make to bruise a knee, fall face down, break a leg, see your trust shattered into million pieces, face shut doors, reach dead ends, and take wrong turns or miss something?  NOTHING!

It is not about looking for the best in everything. That is honestly wishful thinking. There are dark areas, there are pain points. There are things that will make you roll into a ball and cry. The point I am trying to make here is- good things happen. Bad things happen. We Learn. Unlearn. Relearn. Or don’t learn. What ever we do- Life goes on. Good things happen. Bad things Happen. Poof!

End of story.  

Beautiful Enigma!

I waited long to find an answer

I met a gardener, a child and a dancer

Tell me what real beauty is, I asked

Teach me to see beyond the masked

The gardener walked me through the grass

Showed me a beauty none can surpass

Real beauty is like the miracle land

Unkempt mind tilled, with one’s own hand

I asked the kid, what real beauty is

A pair of lips which on my wounded knee kiss

A hand that holds and wipes my tears

A heart I can open to and scare away my fears!

What is real beauty , I asked a dancer

Self-belief, self -pride was the simple answer

Real beauty is to feel at home in your skin

It is to feel the beauty, feel the dance within!

Real beauty to me, to you, is a different hue

But all our definitions are very true
For real beauty lies in each one of us
Beauty in different ways, we all posses!

~Sam

This poem is written as a part of 

Yawn! (Haiku)

Eyelids battle sleep

Flimsy night shadows the day

Stretched arms and a yawn!

~Sam

P.S: This my first attempt at  "Haiku"!

Autumn Maroon..

Hope flickers but dazzles like a clouded moon

Love slipped into deep slumber with no one to commune

But silken warmth still threads the heart like a cocoon

Waiting for a shade of the Autumn Maroon...

Like the roads that lay hidden, beneath the maple hue

Mundane days hide paths, that would lead to you

Though not a hint of direction or a dim clue

Faith wraps around my mind, and I pull through

I know, love is a wind one cannot chase

Like seasons of nature-with time it will embrace

Yet restlessness sets in, but no worry nor haste

A desire for search to meet the end, when our worlds interlace..

~Sam

Seeds of sorrow..

There was care in your recklessness

A sense of calmness in your restlessness

A sense of belonging in the myriad talks

A deeper meaning to the casual walks

You defined what it is to be ruled by the heart

You defined what it is to fall apart

You defined me as a woman I could never be

You defined a new me to me

When our paths cross, please pass a smile

Let my worries elude me for a while

For moments without you, like seeds of sorrow

Grow deeper into my heart with every tomorrow

Say a hello! Maybe once in a while

Let feelings for a second feel worthwhile

I know but I can’t help- there is no other way

Cannot take back my heart after you swept it away!

~Sam

Caught in your rain!

Your words splatter, trickle down to my heart

Your sweet whispers splash, a colourful art!

I lie down without worry and kiss the falling rain

Celebrate this feeling with nature’s champagne

I am flushed, I am rushed-I have no words to explain

Just soaking in your love while I am caught in your rain!

~Sam

55 Fiction#12 Sprinklers

Hiding under an umbrella she blurted out “You told me it will rain! I ate my vegetables. You cheated!”

This adamant tiny little creature- her own flesh and blood had learnt to pull out the strings of her heart and leave her in mayhem.

The lawn sprinklers were turned on. Finally, a smile brought peace.

PS: Happy Mother's Day!!

Changing Seasons..

These leaves clasp the changing times

Like wind captured in the tune of chimes

The joy in the gait of a new season

Vivid change of colours, a worthy reason

The promising green and the celebrated yellow

Moments turning into memories mellow

Welcoming warmth and a teary depart

Goodbye kisses to mark a gleaming start!

~Sam

PS: A poem sang out of my heart when I clicked this picture. Finally here it is- in words.

Fragrance!

You bring with you my laughter

You fill my heart with Spring

Love blossoms each day

Onto your fragrance I cling!

~Sam

Snowflake!

A fragile crystal snowflake

Gently glides in the air

It makes me think about you

I hold my breath and stare!

Delicate pure serene love

That you sprinkle on my day

No less a miracle

Than this snowfall on my way

The sun rays that pat

And slowly melt the glaze

Remind me of your warmth

That set my heart ablaze!

~Sam

Speechless!

Look into my eyes

Read what I cannot tell

Enchanted by your love

I am cast under your spell

My heart grew a shade darker

It is deep crimson red

It slipped from my grip

Into your arms it fled!

You leave me speechless

No words, I just smile

I hush my heart to stay calm

Douse in you for a while!

~Sam

Love Note!

 

Your eyes give away what you hide

Your heart through your eyes confide

Conversing glances, words cannot define

I feel my heart dip in wine!

~Sam

P:S: I tried very hard to build this, add a para or two. But these four lines- are complete. No addition was possible.