In Love with life....9

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What can I do if

I have experienced 

life as

- big and bountiful

-gracious and generous

-ample and authentic!

It spreads and spreads

joy

it brings and brings forth

hope

and it is the sweet fruit

of labour.

I am here to give it

but are you willing to take?

Just a little

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Just a little shade
and a little bit of place
to rest
amidst the full bloom
- even that can overwhelm -
and to take stock
of what's real
and what's alluring
and what's real me
and life.
I need just a little time
so that I don't 
lose this sense
and this watchfulness
over my infinite joy
of this moment.

Just when..

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Just when it seems
all to be over...
things begin to .
gather momentum.
I have shed so many
garbs and stripped
to the bone
vowing never to put on
paint or flesh,
and then life tempts
me 
with a new offering
to play a part.
And I think, oh, 
life is just another play
and we are here
to play our parts.
The arc lights lure me
back on stage
and I am now past that
stage.
I want my quiet corner
with nothing to bother
no one to relate and berate
just to be my self 
and then it starts all over
again.
Care, warmth and affection
are the undoing of the self.
So be it.

Solitude by rocks 13

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As day fades
sunlight lingers on
the horizon
creating a demure hue
of pink and lilac
and the waves greet
the setting sun
yet another passage to peace.
Rocks unmoved, impassive
in their studied meditation.
There is a music to them
that I pick up and soon
am lost in it.
The sea murmurs in envy
at the unmoving of rocks
for it can never be still
except in appearance
hiding all that is
moving deep down, 
like me hiding
a sea of emotion in
my being
held still in solitude.

Shower by silence

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I receive 
when I truly need
to receive
and be full
not by pleasure
but by gratitude
for all that has
been showered
on me
regardless of
what I did.
Showers of tiny droplets
and of torrents
of flakes and hailstone
 - all have made me
live and be in touch with
my deepest core and
that has been bliss.
So I receive when
I need to receive and be
full of life.

Not alone...

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It's cold, dark
in here
and it's the same
outside
and the door
can keep the inside
still colder.
With doors shut
 - some by me
and others by others -
it's getting dark in here.
I am looking for light
and there is the stealth
of my childlike self
waiting to jump
and grab a piece 
of the world.
Jump, O, jump
my pint-sized ego
and let me know
I am not alone...

Bringing to light

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Oh! the life in antiquities
so rich, so strong
and inexhaustible!
I am enthralled
and want to take 
off their light 
as much as I can
in my body and being!
I feel communion
with the souls that 
poured themselves
into making them
and giving life
unto them
themselves
and kindred souls
like mine.

Forest trail 1

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It's a thrill
to be sometimes
caught by the dense
forest closing in on you.
Fear pulsates
getting you to 
touch the raw
core
holding life
in your palm
and that moment
weighing all
that you have been
and wanted to be.
And a moment later
you sigh out
wondering
if really a way out
is in sight.
It's always getting dark
and the strangeness of it all
gets you as you hear sounds
of unknown beings - insects
birds and animals.
Who knows they could
be friendly hints
of an escape round the corner.
And yes the thrill of it all
lies in the unknown 
and the uncertain
and the certainty of 
meeting it all head on.

Anticipating....

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I am one 
and want to be one
with one more.
When both of us merge
into one
there will be neither me
nor the other.
And then...
we will be two again.
But carrying within
the memory of being
one with the other.
And will I ever carry 
the memory of the other
as the other?
I am all ready
to offer of myself
and I have a lot
to offer
and I am anticipating
that I have a lot to
receive and celebrate
and create.

Softly

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A lifetime of
being hard
on self
the way of
harsh discipline
to be right,
virtuous and
good took its toll
on me.
Fatigue took over
spirit rolled over
and joy moved over.
Then one day
the tired fingers
rested on the soft 
of the neck and
sent a tingling 
through the nerves.
Softly I rested
every cell of the body
and lost to the world,
I immersed in self.
Softly, it worked 
and softly,it stilled.

Offering

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Oh bountiful Nature!
You never count
what gifts you give
and keep giving
unmindful of
who and what
where and when.
Sunshine and
flowers aplenty,
fresh air and
fruit abundant.
I have thrived
and taken all that
with gratitude and
made my own
and I too have
something to give
of my flesh and spirit
and share that joy
and continue your epic
story through
my veins and of all that
I create and give
away without a thought
of who and what
where and when.

Protective

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Just as I discover
softness curving
into beauty
something inside
tells me to
protect it
from transgression.
So I close myself
only to discover
the narcissist in me
and now I want
to protect myself
from that streak
of narcissism.
Do I want to let 
myself fly out
in the open skies
over green meadows
and blue waters of
ocean and into
the mysterious valleys
beneath snow-clad peaks?

Not able to...

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Isn't it a beauty
to be lost in
dilemmas?
Being caught
in equally attractive
traps is such a
majestic feeling.
This body has 
its beauty
and its charms,
just as it is 
a burden
and a challenge.
I have shunned 
now the ways
of either - or.
And then I need
not both the worlds.
I just wallow in 
vacillation and 
delight in doubt.
Not able to decide
is a blessing that
keeps you afloat.

Out there....

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There is something
out there
that is trying
to get my
attention.
Nothing is out 
of my reach
if I just go
with the tree
that stands firm
through storm and rain
centuries and more
shedding a few branches
once in a while.
I too have learned
to stand tall
and not let
time or mores
take their toll.
I know the skies clear
and storms lie down
and spirits soar
one time or the other.
There is something
in here that is 
trying to unite
with all that is clear,
quiet and high.

Making a move..

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I have been waiting
for this time
to make my move
and now I wonder
what it was
that I was waiting for.
The right time to
let go and
to leave behind
and move on a new path
new directions
new destinations
was to see things through
to their end and completion.
Now I know
there are no ends
no completions
to be incomplete 
and to leave things
incomplete
is part of life
and completion is simply
an illusion of the moment.
Things keep going
and keep getting back
and that's their way
of living and so be it.
And so here I am
making my move
unconcerned.

Soft is hard...

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I love the way
rocks get sculpted
naturally
by wind and rain.
The mighty ones
roll down
when chipped away
and smash each other
only to find rest
and then give it
to souls like
mine.
Move I will
at my free will
and break I will
but not get buried
so easily.
I will wait to
welcome centuries.

Pleasure...

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Inviting is the vastness
beckoning is the light
blue fills inside and out
with serenity
and the mind floats
with the waves
and then suddenly
the coldness strikes
of the clear water.
The moment shudders
and sends 
pleasure tingling
through the spine.
That's the moment,
just, pure, simple.

Beyond

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Not thinking
what went by 
not counting
what remains
nor looking
ahead into future
I am just resting
trying to merge
with the milieu
with the incessant flow
that loses not its clear
direction
resting on the dried bark
that fails not
to sport its green leaves
and the air that
lingers lovingly
all around.
I have no need
to go beyond.

What remains....

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What you get
in the end
is that which 
remains after
everything
you had is 
taken away.
Just a touch 
of warmth
of tenderness
and a half-smile
of the soul
caressed by
the soft light
wafting in
from nowhere and
that's enough.

Waking up to...

.
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I never thought
I would wake up
to see the beauty
of being
in awe of 
the simple truth
of living in
the body
with its soft
skin and
tough interior
the languorous
turns and
sharp twists
the glowing cheeks
together
with the dark
crevices.
Simply the joy
of waking up
to a new dawn
of realisation.
It deserves
celebration with 
a flower or two.

Defying

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I am not giving in
though thrown aside
and alone
by tides of
fortune
and fate made by
petty people.
I am not giving in
to demands
that ride roughshod
over my body
and soul.
I am not giving in
to my own hunger
thirst and yearnings
for closeness.
I will battle the odds
to keep my body
and soul together.
Sky be my witness
and sand be my side
the seas shall storm
and the waves shall
conquer the smallness
of those who want to own
the vast earth!

Made up...

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Diving deep
down the waters
I saw the richness
of the underwaters
- life in its thousand forms
all living in harmony
going about ceaselessly
choosing own paths
without obstructing
or instructing.
That's my way
and I have 
made up 
my mind.
To live is 
to live swimmingly
without rancour
or grudges
or jealousy
or resentment.
All those have
now become water.

Preparing

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Mother Earth
provides for all
I have taken after her
in plentifulness
and standing under
quiet glory of 
the skies
I think of other
times.
The skies belong to me
too
but unlike Mother
they don't carry any
signs of
centuries past;
all ravages of time
borne by Mother
Earth.
I am preparing 
and praying that
my legs hold steady
and the ground underneath
holds too.

Calculating

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Not contemplating

but calculating

days and months gone by

in contemplation.

Time to act is 

when you don't feel 

like it.

I stretch and twist

turn and strain

and sit gathering

strength and resolve.

And I don't make 

a virtue of necessity.

Nor of action

or inaction.

I simply wait

listening to the

murmur inside

that says -

act not in haste.

Defeated...

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Feeling defeat in my bones
all over and all through
in every which way -
in love, in relationships
at work and with friends.
Yet it's not bad
to feel defeated.
I am slowly sinking
to the bottom of my being
visiting every bruise
and every scar
and touching that
rock bottom -
Aha....
that's hard and has
taken many a blow
and many beatings
and yet hasn't given up
it's still solid
and strong
and tells me to rise up
yet again
saying, how does it
matter - a defeat here
and a defeat there?
Life is to live on
and not give up.

Found....2

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Paths there are many
but earth one;
Colours there are many
but skin one;
Fears there are many
but survival one;
Dilemmas there are many
but life one and once.
Where you stand and when
is your true goal,
that's what I found.
That's the path and that's 
the desitny.

Found....

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I love forests
for their way
of surrounding
mysteries with
so much of over-
and under-growth
interspersed with 
bare rocks and 
fallen leaves.
And the breathtaking
beauty of
the insects making
colonies underneath
fallen trunks
and branches!
Oh, it is so
enchanting.
And to top it 
all,
I found a path
that leads 
nowhere
but makes me
stop at each step
and take in 
the beauty of
that moment
and then the next..
the path doesn't ask
where I want to go.
It simply guides
to the next moment.

Bending

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The big cannot do

without the small,

Big roads aren't 

enough

You need small

pathways

Big trees need

bushes around

and vines that

bend and curl

and creep onto

the big trunks.

I too need

big dreams

and small steps

strong resolves

and lithe moves

long hauls

and little baggage

and even great love

thrives on 

small pleasures.

Thorns

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The lush green

always beckons

the genes.

I feel fresh

and full of 

zest and

spirits go

upswing.

Then the thorn

strikes....

my cry is momentary.

I love the thorn,

tiny but pointed

and with one jab

puts you in touch

with your soul

and brings you

face to face

with that softness

of vulnerability...

Oh, so endearing

is the pain.

I love the thorn.....

Reverie

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Solitude is so 
hard to get
and Peace of mind
is a struggle.
Should it be?
Look at the 
fallen trees.
They accept 
their fate
allowing life
to feast
all around them -
on, by and under.
Resting my feet 
on such 
marvellous beauty
is so soothing
as I decipher
the script of
life and death
of the fallen tree.

Storms..

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Storms have devastated
me, robbed me
denuded me
and still....
I haven't given up
nor begged
or run aground
I have cried my heart out
and grieved,
yet never cursed anyone
or anything.
I have learnt
to touch myself
my core
my innermost being
and there 
I have seen
a light that
cannot be put out
a sound that
cannout be muted
a breath that
cannot be blown
a strength that 
can only be summoned.

Signs of Beauty...ll

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That glorious turn
of uncertainty
which marks
life's beauty
makes me look
at myself -
the firmness 
of flesh yields
smoothly to 
strong sinews.
Roundness
holds
thinness in its
thral and
the whole 
symmetry of curves 
and bumps
is so enchanting
in itself.
Every gesture
is a poetry
in itself
expressing life's
beauty in 
a hundred ways.

Calmness...

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Things can never
be all smooth,
but I can be calm.
There won't always
be light around,
but I can be awake.
Gusts may try to
sweep me off
but I can hold on.
I may come across
frowns and gruff
but I can still smile.
You may not keep
your promises
but I can wait
and move on.
I may not be all
wise but still
I can listen
to the wisdom
of my body.

Whispers....

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There floats
about me
around me
a softness that whispers
to me.
No secrets there,
but intimate
feelings uttered
fleetingly.
I take those in
roll them over
and then sometimes
can make sense.
I am reassured
of the truth
of holding on
quietly
to my choices
and my beliefs.
I am not 
a sacrifical goat
at some altar.
My body is not
an object of art.
It is the living temple
of the eternal flame
of love and creation
never to be
extinguished.

Emerging...

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Water accepts
making way for me
as I bathe.
Water accepts 
all that comes off
the skin and the land.
Water accepts
all that rain gods
pour without reserve.
Water cleanses
making itself
into an ocean.
As I emerge from
purification
the truth of life
is emerging....

Standing tall

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Standing tall
doesn't come
naturally to me
nor does 
belittling anyone.
I stretch myself
and feel good
about it.
I march through
and feel upbeat.
I hold my space
and feel anchored.
I am in your face
and feel vindicated.
I am here and there
and feel everywhere.
Standing tall
I look straight
into you and in 
that I get the 
sense of being tall.

Canvas

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Gazing into
the future
I expect
it will reveal
itself
to me -
that something
which keeps
jingling
beckoning
and vanishing.
I haven't chased it
not yet
but I know
it's just 
near 
very near my heart.
I am not cracking 
a mystery
for it is not one.
It's just the sense
of the mysterious
behind the curtains
and still your very own
- the whole canvas of life.

Signs of beauty

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I live in every line
every pore
and every curve
living in
of 
and by my body.
I feel the beauty
in every inch of it
I smell it
touch it
and also taste it
not merely see it.
I hear its 
rhythm in
every breath.
The truth of
my living 
is in taking
all of that 
beauty inside.

Just me...

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The Sun and the sand
The Breeze and the sea
Just me with
all longings and no
belongings
With all tenderness
in my heart and limbs
and no fire of passion
and fury of possession.
Facing with
simplicity and lightness.
Nothing can join
me except 
by being itself
in self and of self.

Readiness...

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I have been readying
for a life
of quiet dignity
Of sustainment
of meaning.
I am not rushing
nor gushing.
Neither pushy
nor cushy.
There are parts I play
and once over
I return to
my naked self.
I wait in readiness
but without 
expectation
for the flow
of simple joy
of being
in a meaningful
relationship
with the world.

In Love with Life....8

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Everything smooth and shining
Life built brick by brick
- I hadn't bargained for all this,
coming from the 
rough-and-tumble of
daily struggle
and hopelessness 
of circumstances.
But Life taught me
to love being alive
and not curse it.
Not small joys
and joys in small things, 
but I cherished that 
I was alive and fighting
and that was enough
to keep me going.
Here I am
savouring every moment
now as I was then.

Surprised ll

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Rested awhile
accepting the darkness
around.
The soul goes mute
and subdued
when the din and bustle
of the world rises
beyond a point.
I knew I couldn't
do a thing
at that phase,
but wasn't helpless.
Wait I did,
not allowing 
the darkness to enter
my being.
Even then I knew
not
that the first rays
of sunlight 
would 
steal a march
over me.

Beyond Acceptance....ll

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Life has its desolate labyrinth
and dry barrenness
But its tender softness
is nourishing
The grim grayness
tries to wall life
Yet the vast expanse
guards the tiny opening
to receive the life giving force
of the world
and there is the firm
footing of holding on
and staying unwavered
unswept by the winds of
storms
in the belief that
the Sun will shine
and the Moon will smile
one day soon enough.

Aplenty 9

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World is plentiful
but knows not
how to be fair.
Nature is bountiful
but flows not
in equal measure.
Wind is playful
but respects not
the weak and the aged.
I am plentiful
and bountiful
and playful
but I know not
how to protect
from the fury
of the elements.

Beyond acceptance...

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Neither cold nor hot
rough or smooth
dark or well-lit
dull or bright
of and in life
matters to me;
everything simply
puts me
over there and across
where every moment
is eternity
and every beginning
is its own destiny
Every sight is 
its own painting
and every breath
is its own kiss.

The Sea within....4

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Waves after waves

of desire and passion

rise and fall

to rise again.

I thought I'd get

over it.

I give in

just when I 

resolve to fight.

Am I being weak

or simply wise

to accept that

the sea within 

cannot but stir

until its day of reckoning.

I like to churn

like the sea

all the time

and hope for the

nectar to come

up from deep within.

Stillness

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Everything is still
Nothing moves
Thought vanishes
Breath settles
into a rhythm
that pulsates
with the Cosmic
beat
The body is taut
like a string
I want to melt
into stillness.

Intimate....ll

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Mind has its 

wings to fly

over and beyond

the soft caressing grass.

I am with the time

when the tiny flower

held its smile

as I lost myself

to the fire within

and melted

into that supreme

nothingness

to discover 

life's play in the 

tiniest atom hid

in the lovely red flower.