Life through the Fog

Weightless, wonderful and all consuming,

seasonal, limited but all surrounding,

covering, hovering and very limiting,

so beautiful, so pure and embracing.

These thoughts in my mind were racing,

as through a fog bank I was pacing.

But it all began with an overpowering dread,

all was white and i couldn't see ahead.

I didn't know if any soul was near,

nobody, for a long time, I could hear.

Till the time I could calm my fear,

I kept wondering what I was doing here.

As I found some nerve in this, new to me, place,

I felt there was a sense of serenity to this space.

Unfreezing my sole I took a few steps,

through the soul a sense of enlightenment crept.

Few lessons of life abruptly rose from the scare,

although some may say they were always there.

Moving onwards passed an old man,

turning around I don't see where he stands.

Just as in life it reflects about the past,

dwell not, but remember, and let it pass.

Pondering upon it I paused and looked,

for not letting it sink in it would take a crook.

Looking on ahead I began to wonder,

It was just like facing future's thunder.

We can be careful, bright and lay a good plan,

it still stays uncertain no matter how much we scan.

As I stare into this thick white blind,

it felt like liberation of the mind.

Standing there I got the vital most learning,

be mindful of the place on which standing,

and there was no need to look behind or forward to a yearning.

One needs to focus on their present time,

because a seer you are not and living in the past a crime,

just step sure with a smile on the lips and in heart a hymn.

It was twice the dearth of clarity got me to stop,

each time message was - careful before you hop,

as important is caution never fear should you opt.

As a youngling my father told me this, sitting on a cot,

son the life is a mystery to be tread not a sucking bog,

somewhere i feel he too must have seen, life through the fog.

Take Away

Onwards we go on a journey very long,

let us wait, take a moment and ponder,

It is time again to refresh and reflect

as also it is the time to firmly resolve.

You may have felt a long tiring drag,

there might have been  lot on your shoulders,

the days might have been long and toil punishing.

From this take away companions, wonderful and forever.

There might have been times when you were down,

times when there was much pain and tears,

as you fall to a bottom which couldn’t be seen.

From this take away that which brought you back.

Maybe though justified, you might have been rude,

uttered words that you wish never had been formed,

received from others hurts and bruises in like.

Among that take away the blessings given and received.

Take away the love and affection of dear.

Take away the yearning to grow manifold.

Take away the fact you are bolder than before.

if not then take away the wisdom you amassed.

Whatever the year gone by presented you,

take away all that makes you grow.

As you think on my request to you for the year that passed,

all the while hoping you take away more, from one yet to come.

The Door

Big, broad, dark and strong,
deep brown, as a grizzly, with strips along.
Framed with curves and craft that enhance its show,
the remains also so ornate, artist take a bow.
So calm, so composed and unyielding to a foe.
All this hovers my mind, when i see this majestic door.

It had been years, in scores, since it let me pass,
I was then barely worthy to even ask.
But now I remember not what it stood guard.
Are its treasures still unplundered or all is gone,
or maybe it has changed its fealty to some other.
As I stood thinking, my hand on the knob,

There I pondered, what it held within,
Some relics of old maybe,or broken things was a possibility,
could be a few books, if they had survived.
Maybe just an empty hollow with several moldy lines.
Could be ceilings which with cobwebs adorned.
This jailer might hold captive both known and unknown.
As I stood thinking my hand on the knob still.

Jumping to conclusions could be a mistake it might be a dam instead,
holding the torrent back and not withholding prisoners.
It could be keeping in check the flood of memories in mind,
thoughts long lost in time or, words and phrases that no longer rhyme,
Could be images. with broken frames, of events I once craved.
As I stood thinking my hand on the knob still.

Once I shake hands with this old friend,
and invite myself into its memory filled den,
Maybe I will know again what i knew once,
or I could be staring at a stranger like a dunce.
The rush of not knowing, all would have gone
As I stood thinking my hand off the knob.

I turn away without entering feeling, dread filled, cold.
It is better not knowing, I tell myself, anyways it's old.
And I walked away with that lie,afraid of what might lie,
Till this date i do not know what lay beyond the magnificent door.

As i wait ...

As I wait for the phone to ring
I am left with my thoughts about a ping
‘Do this please’ , ‘Take care of that too’..
They do not care if I am in the mood
I have added so much without a CR
Don’t they realize for them it’s a bad PR
I can curse, I can swear but to no avail
All I am going to say, Lead I hail,
Now I come back to my call,
the one that hasn't started at all.
I can't be late even for a while,
though I may be stranded about a mile.
But they can come in with flashy guise,
appear to be humble as they apologize.
Hell, as I said in the starting ,
the call has started so there I am darting.
I can swear, I can crib all that I like
but I have to attend it , it's out of my might