Behind the Curtain

I escaped civilisation
To seek communion
With the reclusive mountain.


The leaves rustled
And the branches swayed
As the trees danced
To keep in step
With the gentle breeze
Playing a merry tune.
The melody soon
Floated over the horizon
Submerging all around.
The sun, mild for once,
Caressed the earth
Setting alight its blushes.
The cloud descended
To hug the mountain
Like parted lovers
Together again.
The playful waves
Were frolicking
And raced ahead,
Jumping over
The objecting rocks
Slowing down
Only at the foot.
Where I stood.


I traced the rivulet
Back to the top.


The burdened cloud had
Descended
To seek solace
With the mountain.
And its tears flowed
Down in a stream
Trying to wash away
The pain within.
The sun tried its best
To bring cheer
To its soulmates below.
The wind sang
On the harp of sunbeams
To keep beat
With the fleeing waves.

Young Again

The boulder
Perched on the bank
Saw the stream passing by
And felt the energy,
The vigour of youth
As the waves
Flirted with the bank.


The boulder
Perched on the bank
Meditated on
The sedentary existence
Frozen to its position
Immobile, unchanging,
As the world swept by.


The boulder
Perched on the bank
Contemplated
On its static life,
When the passing wave
Brushed by it.
Waking it from its
Reveries.


The boulder
Perched on the bank
Saw its world falling
As the ground beneath
Crumbled slowly.
Slowly the soil,
That lifelong companion,
Cracked.
Dissolving in the web
Created by the waves.


The boulder
Perched on the bank
Was, too, thus ensnared
And tumbled into
The newfound destiny.
The passing waves,
Those playmates of the wild,
Were all over it.
The boulder acquiesced
To be the icon of its new world –
Smooth, malleable.

Hide & Seek

The first ray of light
Finally broke free
And found
The fleeing darkness
Hiding beneath the tree,
Seeking safety
Within the shadow lines
Crafted by the leaves above.


Emboldened by the rising sun
Breaking through the shield
It caught up with its foe
In its shrinking sanctuary,
Who,
Following its playmates
Recalled the night before
When it lorded over its world,
But gave in to the embrace
Of the adversary.




Its shapeless faceless
Unknown past,
Now given a form
By the friendly mate
It paused to reciprocate,
Ever grateful
To its new companion
For an identity.


It joined the game
And danced to the breeze
As the light advanced
And was all around.


The light awoke.


The day soon followed
Leaving none untouched
In its all-devouring path.


The again abandoned shade,
Its brethren long gone,
Too escaped
Into oblivion.

Such a Long Journey

A star, speeding through its fall,
Across the night sky,
Looked down below. And wondered
Why
In this sea
Of similar stars
There was none alike
Nor one near?
Lonely in the crowd
For aeons
It longed for company.
Yet
Was still alone
In its fall
Through the cloudy darkness.


A burst of fire
And it was born.
To give light. Burning bright
And brighter by the day.
Enlightening nothing.
The star was alone.
A lone star
Crashing along
Falling apart
In the maze-
The dark night sky.


All around
Those of his ilk
Bragged.
Of celestial families.
Loyal subjects.
Heavenly bodies. Ornaments
To bring to life,
To give light.
The star,
The lonesome star
Was silent. And still.
As the restless night,
Ablaze in its path,
Seeking glory in its fall,
Awaited an encore.

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