Hour Three

I thought I might consider time
But glitter and grime catch my eye
too caught, too kind
to be, “present!”
subsumed in you, ardent

I thought I might consider time
But glitter and grime fill my eyes
too caught, too blind
to see

Far too caught, far too blind
Relieved

Picture of Hour 3

As the sun dawns

She stirs, ready

Awakened by creativity

Love of word encourages

Sparks of light

 

Anxiously, reaching out

Stretching, further and further

Connecting with others

 

There together

Our light grows

With our excitement

Our hope

 

No. You are not alone ~

 

Anyone can trace it back and see

It all starts, in you and me

 

Eternity

Can’t forget the night, that moment,
The confidence I had, yet lingering on the nervousness,
As we took our first step, towards a new chapter,
The vows we took, the seven rounds, the seven vows,
Making me yours for eternity,
And eternity seemed now,
Now that I had my hands in yours,
Now that you seemed more than a dream
More than I ever asked for,
Now that you were my reality,
I can say this is eternity,
The morning I saw you sleeping beside me,
I could say this is eternity,
Waking up by your kiss on my forehead,
I could say this is eternity,
It is said that forever is made of nows,
And now I can say this is eternity.

 

September Song

Summer nights are slowly fading,

when the last day of summer is coming to an end.

Heavy monsoon rain came pouring

And on that stormy night, you passed away.

How can I forget that gloomy September, when you left us in mourning.

You even surprised everyone of your sudden passing.

i didn’t know alcohol was your long time friend and made you happy at least but, left you miserable at the end of the road.

I am feeling the blues in my heart, while I’m singing my September Song. Believing in my heart that, there are valid reason for every appointed time.

A time to die and a time to give birth,

That’s when I gave birth to my first born child and into my life, I’m singing again my beautiful September Song.

Your first cry, woke up the birds in nesting on that bright morning

And the buds of September blooms, bursting in kaleidoscope.

Life must go on white I’m singing my September Song.

#2

I will

I will write

I will write today

I will write poems today

I will not sleep

I will not nap

Cause all of life

Can change in a snap

Little Cabin in the Valley

Do you remember the little cabin out in the valley?

Remember how the snows would come rushing through with howling noise that sent us running for the warmth of that cabin?

Nights were long and cold, but the stars shone bright and the wonders of the universe spreaded from our doorstep.

Those cold nights warm me even now from the bottom of my feet to the top of my head. Without them I would have frozen long ago.

3.

Where the ocean ends. Where it chooses to end
on the shore. On the beach. Where families sit.

Contaminating the sand with oils and plastic,

Synthetic chrome wrappers and aluminum.

Yet, stoic, powerful, ominous and effervescent.

A leviathan of forces unfathomed by those who sit

And gape. Breathing from open mouths. Screaming, shrill

Staccato. Dotted liked tacky mustard yellow and cobalt blue

on a stretch of beautiful umber that should flow. like the webbing

of foam that floats atop the gentle viridian monster.

I wait for the day when we prod it to the breaking point.

One final sliver of glass, catching the sunlight on one crystal edge.

Rips one final gash in the sand and the waves reclaim what is theirs.

Learn to swim.

 

Middle Ground – Hour Three

Not for you, the rows of ordered hedonism,

Parasols and loungers angled to the sun

Regimented in an army of summertime fun.

Nor for you the danger of the depths

Flailing about, out of control

Failing some self-imposed macho test,

Needing to be spotted and saved

By the competitors – the muscled-up beach patrol.

Rather, you tread the middle ground

Where the roar of the ocean is just a sound –

And the enormous seafoam hands just wave

And don’t punch you around –

Here on the one stretch of beach

Where people can stand squarely on their own two feet

Fresh from riding in on the shoulders of those giants

Safe from the need for packaged compliance.

We Never Leave the House

And why should we?
We have everything we need
right here.

We never look out the window.
What is there to see?
The entire world is on our screen
beneath our fingers.

Our friends, our food
Our Holy Communion
are powered by a new god.
Grant us hearts of silicon.

Houses peel apart like mica.
Windows open to the elements.
There is no one inside of them.
We abandon ourselves.

Hour 2

A prayer to dEvi saraswati in Kannada in the akkara metre (this metre is to be sung rather than just read for the flow to be understood)

vINe tantiyin incharam eLpidoDam
jANeyappeyEm I nanna jihveyoLam
mANadimbiTTu solgaLam nuDisidoDam
kANe oppuvem maimeyan AgaloDam

ವೀಣೆ ತಂತಿಯಿನಿಂಚರಂ ಎಳ್ಪಿದೊಡಂ
ಜಾಣೆಯಪ್ಪೆಯೇನೀ ನನ್ನ ಜಿಹ್ವಿಯೊಳಂ
ಮಾಣದಿಂಬಿಟ್ಟು ಸೊಲ್ಗಳಂ ನುಡಿಸಿದೊಡಂ
ಕಾಣೇ ಒಪ್ಪುವೆಂ ಮೈಮೆಯನಾಗಲೊಡಂ

“How can I accept your cleverness, dexterity and prowess if you just create sweet notes and music from your vINa strings? That won’t do! Make words and poems with eternal beauty and sweetness flow from my tongue too, right away. Only then will I accept your greatness”