The depth of tides

 

The depth of tides 

Define their leap

Like a high branch

Needs a stout root

Deep , the plinth of life

Like a grounded runway

A non descript practice 

That leads to the dazzle

Of a spell binding performance 

The chrysalis of time to come.

Somewhere lay like a vagabond 

The amorphous parts of me

Assumingly when they collected 

I believed it was me

When slight dew sprinkled 

It stiffened lumps within 

When it poured heavily 

The flow dissolved all dust

Once adrift , I reached the skies

Once I dug within the depth of tides.

Delhi

2313

1.9.25

00.02 hrs 

The up-root

 

My foliage hangs uprooted

With fractured breath open

My world after you have left

Overhangs the cage of wild skies

The deep dismay that looms by anf large

It refuses to acknowledge the captivity of skies

To the bars of an overhanging rusty cage

My roots now slither in the indecisiveness

Of what is the breath and the gravel of burial

The pores gasp When sunk in deep surmise

And lose the battle without a fight in the open.

The sprinkle from skies is like your smile

It conveys little hope but removes a lot of dismay

My pulsating breath builds a hope again

Till my word to self finds a fresh wick

The loss is subservient to my loss

Panipat

2312

23.59 hrs

25.8.25

The forever buds

 

The stillness of the glacier

Remains dissolved in tides

The rushing around in desperation 

To seek the taste of passive peaks

That are far far away 

Beyond the sun and moon

They dip into the margins often

The peaks cannot even be seen

Even as my tides follow their mould

But fall back to the agitated world

The last fossil of a pickle

Is dipped in the brine of an entire ocean

The jar seems to be empty to some

I stare at the treasure with forever buds.

Dehradun 

19.8.25

09.09 hrs

2311

Mom's bday was on 18th aug

The hue forth

 

The tricolor we have seen

Ever since till the present

The sight is now tinged

With a new shade of mind

The hue forth now smudges

Our wonted colors of time.

The one that breaks new skies

Must always pick the meadows

For the clouds that flow high

Are but colorless drops to ground

Then the tricolor flutters in true color

The resolve is not to impose or expose

But to empathize and find a way

The color forth is not mine or thine

The color fourth flows only within .

Rishikesh

2310

22.43 hrs

16.8.25

The reclamation

 

The night waves roar with vengeance

For they were bridled by the bright day

The silvery reins filtered by dark now

Spur them to rush with lunatic frenzy

Some even tread on the sky before falling

Back into their swirling fold in restive night

The reclaimed world of a few steps into ocean

When she is unaware during the day

And the aftermath of her fury at night.

Dehradun

2409

19.08 hrs

13.8.25

 रूखे पतझड़ से तुम्हारे मीठे वादे

धोखा तुमको हमने घना दिया

तुमने बनाया और हम बन गए

ऐसा जता कर तुमको बना दिया

The vale

 

A thawed trickle that flows

From the dream of a vale

Garners twigs and silt within 

As it meanders through banks

And splashes into the treasures

Sharing some tales of the way

 When dissolving into brine

Learning to erupt with lunar patterns

Being tossed up with tides

The vale continues to bless

From the heavens above 

Sending the drizzle to the eye

That sow more promises with time.

09.15

2308

Anaathara , hp

3.8.25

Happy birthday papa, 1.8.25