The Lonely Scarf

"Don’t you hear me implore – Adopt me?"
Amused at the voice of plea,
I turned to look -
As in my hands, the weathered scarf I took,
It said – “You passed me by without a glance.
Not one of you would give me a chance,
Though I’ve been here all along.
Tell me, is something with me wrong?
Are not all my sewn threads in place?
Don’t you like my embellished satin lace ?
Or the petite red motifs
Of ancient Indian chiefs
That Sarah printed on me?
When she made me,
She was nine;
But now a twenty-nine.
I lived on this very rack,
Twenty years back.
The wheel of fashion spun -
People began to shun
The likes of me; once a rage,
Alas! Were no more in vogue.
But now am back on deal
‘Cause fashion is a wheel.
Having heard my story of gloom,
Young lady, won’t you take me home ?"

Two of my poems have been published in the September Edition of Serenelight Inc.. Click here to view the poems at Serenelight.

Life is spent in an inexplicable search for an unknown truth. Along the way, the journey gets so absorbing that one is no longer feverish about the trail or even the destination. When anxiety about the future and regret over the past ceases and a sense of gratitude and fullness about the present moment dawns, the destination is reached.

Along the Path

Bound by myself, fettered by me,
I seek, I strive, to set my soul free.
The restless burning to just ‘be’
Unfurls umpteen paths ahead of me.

A mystic angel along the path helps,
As I take hesitant infant steps.
Never wanting to trace my trail back,
I trust, endure and progress on track.

I falter at times, at times I sway
I persevere to keep distractions at bay.
I want to move on, I know I do,
On this enigmatic quest for truth and virtue.

I know not what instilled faith in me
What made me this vast world see
In a renewed light of amazed awe;
With gratitude to ‘be’, here and now.

We have often been blessed with the feeling of total ecstasy, hundred percent enjoyment or complete happiness. It may be borne of some worldly pleasure or a spiritual experience. Irrespective of that, it touches us deep inside, making us feel whole and finally as those tears of joy flow draining us completely; in that moment of total relaxation, it is a sense of gratitude that remains. In essence, this is what I have attempted at in this poem.

Today is Guru Poornima, the day when the heart overwhelms with gratitude towards our masters.

Grateful Celebration

Amidst fireworks, light, colors and gaeity
Moonlight, stars, peace and beauty
When in the ecstasy of fantasy, the mind reels
Do you know how it feels ?

With dewdrops, greenery, mountains and lakes
Waterfalls, waves, snow and flakes
When to love life, love is all it takes
Do you know how it feels ?

In dance, moves, steps and swirls
Togetherness, music, charms and curls
When in the heart of the beloved, your heart twirls
Do you know how it feels ?

In laughter, tears, smiles and sighs
Wedding, rings, vows and ties
When all at once, you are reckless and wise
Do you know how it feels ?

It feels complete, with a radiant glow
The heart feels grateful, words fail to flow
And in wordless praise, you humbly bow
To a higher self that can bless and bestow.

Why am I not a fan of Science Fiction movies ??

We watched 'War of the Worlds' on Friday. I liked the movie. I found myself appreciating the emotional portrayal of the stars in the movie rather than the technology involved or the alien fabric stuff. Guess am not much of a geek nor am I techno-savvy. Sci-Fi movies don't turn me on the way melodrama or comedy does.

I like fantasy. I enjoy the kinds of Lewis Caroll and JK Rowling and I love reading Crichton and Cook. I love pure fantasy. I enjoy magic. I appreciate impossibilities. I like surrealism. I even believe in spirits. But I don't like any factualism in fantasy. Yeah. Thats my math -> Fantasy + Logic = Sci-Fi. Thats why I can never be a trekkie or a Star Wars fan. That is simply not my cup of tea.

Now, now. I can see the brickbats being flinged at me :-). Am running for cover.

Am I the only one who dreams so much ? No, this is definitely not about day-dreaming. Of late, I have been whelmed by so many dreams when I am deep asleep. I even tried sleeping in the living room instead of the bedroom; and as expected, there was a difference. The dream count went down!

I was wondering if I can get the meaning of this through, but then I have dreams within dreams. Does that sound crazy ? But still, thats what it is. I am sleeping in my dream and am actually visualising the dream of the 'sleeping dream me' ! I don't usually remember all my dreams when I wake up, especially if they are just an extension of the day's happenings or a projection of my thoughts. But some dreams remain so vividly in my mind long after I am awake, giving me this eerie feeling that it did actually happen in some plane.

In theology, the theory is that it is the consciousness that actually creates and sustains the entire creation. And so we are all part of some dream. And thats what makes me feel that the dreams that I have are part of some other world too. And many times I am glad that they are not part of this world.

I have dreams on death. Not mine though. And I wake up in the morning with a clear impression of the dream. And then I would share the dream with my mother to find some inner meaning to it. By the way, my mom and grandmom are ace dream interpreters, though I am their only patron. And they are of the opinion that dreams of death are actually harbingers of some happy event in the near future. Death in dream means good in reality ? Doesn't really make sense to me though.

Any thoughts or similar experiences, any of you there ?