Tied and Released

Today I wrapped my arms around dream
My nano seconds ticked by
Today I placed my head on pulsing life
And entered a grave to say goodbye
Today the sun slid through my heart
And wormed its way into mass of pain
Time regressed as I travelled into womb
To float in brine free once more, release
To soar or dive, high or low
No longer tied to tree.

Claimed Space

This space I claim
To sing, to sigh, to breathe
Cloistered and bound have lived
A thousand lives
Stuffed into boxes, misshapen clod
Here I'll free limbs
To soar in skies or fall to ground
No shame; no tutored words
Heart aglow, mind uncluttered.
Welcome in to share the joy
Freedom to be and let be
Look not for control
For power to hold captive
Puppets on strings
Dancing at your will
Come rather to nourish
And be nourished
To blossom on branches of same tree.

Don'ts

A litany of "Don'ts" rings in our ears
From don't touch that, don't eat this
Don't wear that, don't read this
Walk, sleep, friends, love qualified
Don't, don't, don't for every try
Till don't becomes a staple diet
And religion, race, nation get
Shrouded in "don't", suffocate
In graves we jump into alive
And when we're dying " o foul" we cry.

Change

I have changed

I know how much

Not as seasons change

But like wind eroded cliffs

Submitting to blows

Of a Master Sculptor.

For better? For worse?

Not the name of this game

Days flow into nights

And day comes again

Some heavy with rain

Some filled with sunlight

As world tells me to behave

To sit, stand, twist, and turn

To take my heart and hang it up

To dry; to expose my womb

And fill my veins with fire

And I comply; but then

I am born again

With the same name

And features; yet changed.

Appreciation

That red spot on your forehead

It’s so quaint! Exotic, you could say

Do you put it there to cover third eye?

Whatever it may mean I’ll give it a try

Vermilion on your parting is a bit too much

Garish, like spilt blood, that I can’t extol

From Indian make over I’ll give it a skip

Such distasteful sight in the bud let us nip

Red and white bangles your wrists adorn

I don’t want the reason why they are worn

With some of my outfit they’ll go well

All this is appreciation as you can tell

I see your frowns and your glances askance

You’ve made a habit of contrary stance

Where’s the harm in imitating you

It adds to my flair and gives it hue

Stories behind we can afford to forget

Blessed or cursed, no need to regret

Share these trappings, so far as I agree

Be happy  that you have inspired me.

A Gust of Wind

It came to play, it came not to stay

A merry gust of lively breeze

Fresh smelling, to unfreeze

Stolid lives; running fleet of foot

Through vacant eyes that lay

Like empty galleries in abandoned theaters

There no voices resonate, no applause

The thread broken, a permanent pause

And laughing, it passed away

Leaving them to their miserable sway

Now memory spins its yarn

Weaving old tales into new fabric

Lived and wished, known and longed

Mingling threads, marking a dawn.

Realities

Your reality matches not mine
Perchance they mingle for a while
Perchance they stand opposed
Mostly, they stand apart
Until third eye opens for both
To see eye to eye, feel heart to heart
Worlds within world we create, then destroy
Each day a birth, each night a death
Interspersed with moments of nothingness
To live, to love, to breathe own reality.
Long our hours of illusion
Longer our years of delusion
Blindfolded we journey in hordes
Yearning, gaining, holding, losing
Till Truth stands revealed- undisputed
Undeniable that force
Yet some sleep on undisturbed
Others wake to walk beaten paths
A few break free to forge routes anew
Each destined reality to renew.