Another lovely day begins with the dog walk! Still it is, at the break of dawn I am awake with a big yawn My dog greets me with a bark As it is time for his walk Hot cuppa of tea unleashes me In his mouth, his favourite leash Off we go into another lovely day.
It is becoming very frustrating to constantly tear the posters stapled to the trees, rip the buntings hanging everywhere, chase away people who fling garbage anywhere, educate pournamikas not to burn the dry leaves. Well these are part of my morning dog walk routine, but nothing changes. So I decided to express my helplessness as a poem.
My muse went quiet for two months. After watching the busy last couple of months at work, it could take it no more and burst out with “The pressure of life”. Have you ever felt intense pressure, that you did not resist but absorbed it, converting the helplessness and negativity into a “quiet strength” changing you internally?
“God help us ” – A third poem on the issue of lakes in Bangalore especially Varthur & Bellandur. The first one “She set herself on fire” was like a report, the second “Waiting for next chance” (posted earlier) was hard-hitting & strong with a sad ending whilst this ends on a note on dejection.
Belandur lake was on fire recently and it took a large contingent of Army personnel (5000 of them) to douse it. Sridhar Pabbisetty has been spearheading this issue, but our city officials are resilient!
As I ran on Pongal day morning, the golden shaft of light streaming through the branches went through my head energising me and triggering my muse. I am grateful to these sun rays that travel millions of miles just to warm your heart. During the run when I see the bright sun, I extend my arms, look upwards and gracefully accept the streaming sunlight, an embodiment of cosmic energy into me. An apt day for…
When I saw the picture of three pebbles atop each other, I could only think “Jeez, they are not worried if they will fall. They are so wonderfully in the now, enjoying each other’s company. SaveSave SaveSave SaveSave SaveSave SaveSave
Hmmm, a bread, butter and jam morning can be interesting too… #1: Honey “Honey, I love the way you caress me” said the buttered toast #2: Jam “Oh dear, what a jam we have gotten into” said the jelly, after it spread over the warm buttered toast #3: Toast They were made for each other ; the butter melted and became one with the warm toast.
You see what you choose to see.What you choose to see depends on your minds eye. Enjoy the poem “Seeing”. Love to know what you think and feel.Stay blessed, see well.Cheers.
A play of words on the cycle as the old year rolled on the new one.