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.