Drama

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Tight knot that I have tied

Thoughts that I do hide

Teachings of life erudite

If let loose, in no time slide

What seemed out of sight

Now suddenly in view full, not slight;

Thought they would have lost sharpness

But the wounds hurt more hindsight

Don't ask me how I am doing

Am keeping pace not slowing

I have too many stops

No end to drama that's flowing

I want to be recast

No matter pace dull or fast

Want a new script in life

Picked up this story, not knowing

Will there be second chance 

Of life filled with music and dance 

No, don't need another partner

Can't keep practicing penance

Do I want to be alone?

Life can't be monotone

Why colors bring contrast

Can't they blend the heart borne !

Waiting for curtain to fall

Don't want to be missed at all

Tearing the soul from mind

Wish to leave it all behind 

Manjari

Elation

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                                                                                                                     Photo from pixabay.com

No, don't need reason to laugh
Don't think it is life I mock
My disappointments hidden quite well
Disguised, saves others from shock

Find merriment about everywhere
Not time unlimited on the clock

Be calm divine, When feel despair

Why stay under! come up for air

If feel lonely, just find your pair
Life is when, for someone you care
If You won't hold reins of life
Believe me, no one is there

Thoughts pulling down, then tightly hold
Into serenity those must be mould
If events past bring sadness old
If warmth of heart turning to cold
Just take deep breath, let it all go
Does wonders for one's soul, I am told.

Manjari

Nostalgia

Memories of moments, need to glean

Where to start don't know

Will the slate be really clean

Or will there be shadow

Maa and Paa being proud
mentioned our feats in crowd
If there was, remember not
Trust was given no doubt

Presence that had us blessed
Family was pillar of life
Nothing given to us excess
Love, no rules belie

Will I ever get all back

Hands messed up with clay

Jumping from deck, on pile of leaves

Was just a child's play

Climbing those trees, but only some

Since I was kind of scared 

Can't even begin to think things done

With sis and bro who cared

A merry group at river bank

I was about to drown

Dressed in brother's little shorts

Care not, looked like a clown

Seen as Tomboy believe me this

I know it is hard to guess

Singing with friends, chanting slogans

Always fashionably dressed

Uniformed in beige and white

Marched in rhythm with sister

Like two peas in a pod

Stirred up a storm and twister

Going to farms n fields nearby
Picking Guavas ripe
I used to pay for them alright
Naughty sis wanted to swipe 😊

Time spent mapping miles around
We knew almost them all
On trees or dusty pebbly ground
With friends short and tall
What wouldn't I give to get all back
Childhood so filled with chatter
Knew not life later will lack
These things that always matter

Manjari

Tears

When looking out the window

And heart is full of joyful cheer 

Peace inside has reached crescendo 

Almost childish, which was austere

Feel suddenly a wet little drop

Trickling down my cheek and jaw

No sadness I feel in real

Somehow happiness has its flaw

Try to reminisce moments past

What did leave my emotions aghast ?

Why the flower of my bloom

Reminding me of a parched plume

What buried thought invoking fright

Thought I saw all clear as light

Something lurking in the dark

Overshadowes my merriment bright 

Don't acknowledge, if there is one

Some negative keeps down my sum

I am a soul that strives to thrive

Uplifting self, that must be done.

Manjari 

Prayers Beware

Requested many a times, expectant

Then there are times, asked only once
Praying to God for something important
At times never answered and sometimes at once

If my weary heart ever asked for someone 

The one I didn't need to meet in person

Just in thoughts that one I could love
Will effortlessly learn life's lesson

Dwelling in thoughts, my day and night

Facing life's doldrums, steadying ship slight

Brightness of day will be his reflection

Mirroring myself in his selfless actions

Was I asking too much in that kinship !

Is there possibility of such a friendship !

For one who hear cries of people's heart

Knew life is not about, just being smart

Little joys of living who will revive

Beautiful only when together we thrive

Brushing soft strokes with unquestionable might 

Standing in water deep, for when I dive 

Perfecting just one thing not his pursuit

Life be more than a bushelful of loot

Taking new endeavors his favorite game

Couldn't be bothered gaining name and fame

If there was ever such a person divine

My heart being near whom, always pine

And then, God shows, here's what I asked !

Prayer incarnate, but can't be mine

Have that someone to love n admire

Person who fuels thoughts silently on fire

Should I be free to say, my desire

Or keep to myself, not being town crier

Now when ever something dearly I want

Should my prayer be answered and haunt !

I am extra specially really really careful

Taking super seriously and not just a jaunt

For again if I fall into my own trap

Ask for something that I do not yet have

Trouble will be, it comes scaring me true

Will be no going back to start life anew

Manjari

Living with you

Image from: http://planetxnews.com/2015/10/17/our-sun-has-a-twin-companion-star/

Life with you, like singing a song

Taking deep breaths,carrying notes long

With every rhythm, heart changes its beat

Body wants to join with dancing feet

Vibrations transform into colors brilliant

Turning dull moments into something radiant

Wanting my life to be so much more

Just being with you seems more sapient

Something taking over being next to you

Companionship, like flowers with dew

No, don't ever want to be away or far

My existence with you, like a binary star 

Manjari

Life on Fire

      *photograph of setting sun with clouds of smoke hovering on horizon**

Fires in the forest, casting shadows tallest
Turning into black, abundant green flawless

Life being poisoned with fiery potion

No care in the world for lost emotions 

Making Clouds of smoke, maybe some Fume

Seems like a game of gloom and doom

Approaching fire, what will transpire

Will take your life, what took those bloom

Birds congregating, trying to sit it out

Will life have a chance! Still in doubt

Breathing heavily losing innocent souls

Little flightless ones couldn't fight it out

Sun trying its best to shine through

Still convincing sky beyond is blue

Undoubtedly, it is destined circle of life

Things will be now, starting all anew

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A few days ago I was coming back from airport after picking up a family member. California fires had been burning for a day and the sky was black from the soot, giving the impression of thunderous rain clouds. By the time we were on our way back, the horizon was ablaze with setting sun which was desperately trying to leave its last marks on earth before bidding adieu.

It was very much like any other sunset, except if you have paid attention to a lot of them; you can't miss the veil of ominous soot laden clouds trying to block the last few rays of warmth. Sun was trying to make its every last effort to shine through and looks like was just too tired and ready to give up and go back to sleep. A constant tussle between making lasting impressions before one takes leave and life's experiences defining you. I took some photographs and while looking on to get the glimpse of what won't be seen for another day, I could not stop myself from thinking......

How similar is today's setting sun with a person getting ready to face challenges of old age! We see an old person and the appearance borders between a veil and map of their life. Partly hiding what lies beneath and partly reflecting all that one has gone through. Their personality still shining through, trying to make it's mark despite the shaking limbs, crisscrossed face and lagging agility. That is a place we will All be, no matter what; unless the fires of our lives becomes so intense that they hide the sun completely.

I want to try and see the child that was there once behind the veil of wrinkles. This will be my new pursuit in my interactions with elderly.

Letting Go

There is a certain burden I bear

And is nothing quite so drear

Not handed by someone just known

But who were to be near and dear

Is it really one's own fate

That brings on this stalemate

I know, can't bend no more

But castigations don't abate

I gave my heart and soul

By bushels and not just dole

Their pain became my own

Mountain for them, my knoll

No, not showing my ire

Feelings stoking my fire

Always wearing others shoes

Find myself bind in mire

Wanted to keep those bonds

Unfurling emotional fronds

I'm letting you go off now

As you make your own inroads 

And I do have to realize

Not doing so won't be wise

Who I view as so close

Don't even know my plight 

Wanting to scream in pain

All complications in vane 

Like poking holes in a boat

In the middle of ocean plain

Life's lessons to them don't matter

Doling out pain, they swagger

I'm trying to keep it together

Brushing elegant strokes, not splatter

Not easy to rock my boat

Perforate or heart you tore

Life's pretty much like the Sun

Down one day, again it's begun

Don't matter if clouds are dark

Flowers bloom with sounds of skylark

See cooling rains on horizon

My meadow will be alive again

Manjari

The watermark on painting is from my website.