Miscoupling

Colors
myraid colors
paint my slumber
no, not the dreams...
i never reach there
my slumber is thick
it engulfs me
all day
and at night,
color blind
i stumble on some carcass
dreams that were out there
in open
far too long
dreams that i dare not let
into my eyes, or heart, or mind
the grind
was water tight
rigid
conforming
no space to see
beyond the stiff walls
no whiff of a horizon
no sky overhead
no fluff of a cloud
everything around
was well formed
solid
imprenetable
everything around
confound
in one shapeless
presence
the present
i was too scared
to dare
inch out
it spread far and wide
how could i hide
in such magnificiance of colors
i let the shades envelop me
myraid shades
when mixed
created a thick dark rivulet
and i sucked in the darkness
sleep walking
from day to day
skipping the nights
where i let dreams rot
not
for lack of faith or belief
it was a relief
to let a miscarriage
prevent the death
of the child of miscoupling

Notes From A Journey

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Being in the periphery,

walking along the banks

uneven

broken at times

smooth and paved at others -

the feet absorb textures.

For, the journey across

unaccustomed earth,

uncharted path,

used to a direction,

limited to the vision of culmination -

infinity is daunting.

Gratification,

Purpose,

Rewards and Attainment -

Hang like bats,

upside down -

circle in the limited sky 

at night,

blind through the day -

isolated from light.

Journeys are seldom complete -

beginnings are marked

milestones celebrated

end is melancholy.

Surrender is difficult,

seeking demanding

experience must be earned.

A body used to buying comforts,

and a mind invested in calculations -

pulls back,

stays on the bank,

in the periphery

even as feet 

absorbing the foreign textures

step onwards, though tentative.

Fascination wins over conforming –

horizon beckons...

And, heart flutters to fly.

Seashore Melody

Disappointments come in varied flavours

I taste the unaccustomed,

wrapped in soft salty breeze

Loud talks, 

incomprehensible, 

don’t converse.

I peek on from outside,

wanting to belong, to be included -

I take tentative steps across the bridge,

I am greeted with warm foreign eyes-

welcomed as a guest,

my otherness amplified.

My skin, my hair, my eyes, my voice, my tongue –

float over the waves, 

denying me the depth.

The ocean roars,

I pick seashells on shore,

hearing in them 

whispers of broken conversations…

My lips move,

I hum, 

breathing in mouthful of harmony

stirring a medley of melodies.

Sea breeze unties the knot on my head,

I let my hair down.