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. 

My Success

Being mother's child, with temperament mild

A wife content with rules to bend

A sister, who my sister wished 

Being mother of two, time just vanish

I love to plant and tend garden

No work to me, is really spartan

Don't think I know just how to rest

Unending list, being second to none

I have been told, again and again

focus, spruce up the list and tame

Unruly creative forces of waves

riding many boats in deep ocean

In this little time that God has given

Spent partly in childhood's playpen

Life may end like a flash on stage

curtain may fall or stage give in

I want to do whatever I can

Anything that makes heart sing again

could be working hard in sweat to toil

or watching the clouds, sitting pretty as dame

I want no list I must conquer

Things happen in life just as they occur

A hundred things I want to do

be it going to heights or just for succor

Fastening my life with couple of goals

my life's destination is not with shoal

I chart my route, do as I please

Dropping lots of pins with just one ball

Success to me is kind of weird

Not going up ladder highly tiered

I am as adept as a pretty starfish

To go which way I wish to steer

Believe me it makes me happy as clam

Doing so many things and so little plan

Executing it all and not just few

That's how my existence gains its glam

Doing endless chores every opportunity 

Confused it may seem, unresolutely

It's not just what brings gains to fruition

But also the intent and intensity

Bringing joy to all, natural and living

It's not just one but many things

When I look back at this existence 

Success to me, is a life well lived !

Manjari

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Enslaved soul

** dedicated to those little girls who have been enslaved by terrorists, to be sold** may you find your freedom soon**

I was named a name

That seemed pious and sane

Will bring me good luck 

Though seemed arcane

Loved by mother and father alike

And ties with family were lovingly tight

Not a day went by when we did not pray

Workload that day be heavy or light

We built sand castles with pebbles and sticks

Each one of us had our own tricks

What we ate and dressed and played and read

Not a care in life, like flowers adrift

Then came this herd of socalled men

Who had their rusty rules to pen

Who lives, who dies and who is enslaved

It seemed to be only their decision

One lived only if echoed their path

Otherwise will have to face the wrath

These so called God's godly men

Didn't know that brood has many a wren

I did not give them any such claim

To speak for me, these social sin

To take my freedom and kill and maim

Then tell me they cared just the same

I could not utter my mind's concern

Nor could I tell them to be on run

For I had no power I know, they knew

As I lived my life on just their terms

They think they can take my breath away

Can break my spirit and claim me slave

This is not the first it happened ever

That some think to rule all night and day

Seems they forget that times do change 

For baddest of bad and greatest of great

Whatever they may consider themselves

They may not keep my soul afraid

For I will rise and rise I will

This is a promise I will fulfil

For my father and mother and sister little

And for brother who waits at windowsill 

I will go home and be with them 

Can't keep me away, no gun no men

Then one day when your reckoning comes

You will see just how you have become

If no one shows, the mirror will still

My joy restored, your life be nill 

Manjari

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Appeal

Fate has gravity binding us

Since I keep falling towards You

Others tugging me to resist the fall

But somehow this union seems True

This is coming together of minds

There are issues, I am not blind

I know they won't be gone with time

Though what we have is so sublime

And then you get so confused 

Can't breathe with passion suffused

Continue to push me away from you

Why the ties don't break,I have no clue

Sending me away at reason slightest

Facing the stormy seas at best

My heart though churns at your behest

Draining my soul of all it's zest

Though I must share with you this feel

My emotions are beginning to congeal

Disconnection is trying to set itself in

This may be, my very last appeal

Don't set my sail for far away

For once I am gone, I may not sway

My beating heart wants it's say

Whether you agree with me or nay

You may try to find me now and then

Thinking may be 'am waiting at bay

There may be beckoning spring near you

My absence will be there, forever to stay

Manjari

Poetic or Prose

I took to the road and charted the route 

Then I just waited to grow some wings 

Prospect of discovery made my heart a flute

I let myself be carried merrily to swing

It has been ages, said my mind unsure

Waxing n waning has me tired and worn

When did I myself truly unwind

My shroud of soul now sullied and torn

I have forgotten, it tells me yet again

To enjoy life's little things much inane

If I let go, if I let it go too far

Won't it open the wounds in vane!

Then ahead I saw the winding road 

The waves of ocean patting the rocks

With water in puddles and leaves afloat

Mimicking a tug on little child's frock 

Come on, come on; keep the pace 

Don't let the yesterdays drift you in maze

The rows of vines beckoning to slow down

Walking  a path unknown in a daze

The clouds kept changing size and shapes

Those dried up hills and rolled up hay

Brushing scenery clear, my eyes agaze

Told me to keep my sorrows at bay 

There a solitary rabbit, here a herd o' horse;

Adorning nature's cope like handmade morse *

It seems all surreal like dreaming a dream

Inside my heart, it's reality enforced

Narrating intact in depiction of life

Is this all real or just a fictional flight !

Stopping the shadows from encroaching the bright

Beauty of nature seems afflicted slight

This toussel to win and lose and win

Has kept the hopes from getting too dim

Will the end be poetic or just a precise prose

For only to nature, belongs a devout hymn

Manjari

* - https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cope