I stare at the bride demure and dainty in her virginal veil. Lift my eyes a little to see her shed her modesty. Lusciously coquettish , an exotic eroticism as she sways to the rhythm of a wild vernal beat. She sheds her colourful garments and reveals only to me like a woman can : her secret to the seasonal lovers that she takes ! Aah, I carry her message in my ample bosom: the secret code to survival mapped in the language of change. I move on, drenched in her embrace to yet another mystery that lies in wait for me, somewhere around the corner…
The greens held sway this morning! Stately in their demeanor They paused , Buttressed and rooted in their past, Yet I see death eludes them For they have no baggage to shed Just leaves and some bark And petals and petioles may be. Tales they regale tall and short Fragrant and putrid sometimes too their scent As if to remind us gently the purpose of life is life itself In all its layered simplicity!
A volunteer mentor in a Beyond School Learning Program at the not for profits VIDYA ( www.vidya-india.org) I love working with children and youth. the inclusive and diverse platform that is VIDYA , has been the perfect foil for creative expressions to emerge as we seek to collaborate a holistic learning intervention by providing a joyful learning environment. Who am I ? existential question... exploring through journeys of life.. a seeker's quest finds expression in many forms and poetry is the language of the " Now " that is influenced by the dreams dreamt and the dreams that lie ahead.. a celebration of what is here !