The Bigger Picture

I tried hard to focus and see,
That what is sheathed beneath
Myriad layers of trivialities that be;
Clouded, hazy and unclear at first
An outline beginning to emerge,
At last could I quench my thirst;
As it loomed large before me,
The bigger picture, formerly elusive,
Painted for you, me and we!

Judging judgementals

Too often one condemns or accuses another of being judgemental. I can recall numerous instances of snickering at people I knew when they commented on a certain style of dressing as ‘too loud’ or labelled certain life-style behaviour as ‘trés superficial’ or were disgusted at certain sexual preferences. At the back of my mind, I was being the liberal one – the one who didn’t judge others’ for the very people they were and who gave due respect to their preferences. The others who expressed their opposition to these behavioural/life style trends were in my consciousness the staid ones, the conservatives – the ‘judgmental’ type. Talking to a dear in the recent past revealed the chink in my armour of reasoning ‘Am I not being judgemental in judging those very that seem judgmental?’

Too comfortable

Being too comfortable in a relationship - should it be taken as a sign of intimacy or as a warning that one is taking the bond for granted?

Sweet Surrender

Fighting against with abundant vigour
Resisting with unmatched fervour;
Stepped back, the heart strings to consider
How beatific feels the unforeseen surrender!

Shooting Star

The brightest of them all,
You watch enraptured;
Taking in its glorious fall,
In your mind’s eye captured;
Upon it you wish with fervour,
As into oblivion it fades;
The ravages of time does devour,
As memory of it jades;
The glorious star of the sky,
Its errand, your wish to be fulfilled;
The brightest being of the galaxy;
Its life on a whim gambled!

Face In The Mirror

Looking at the mirror, staring back at me,
I see a face that tells a myriad stories;
Some dark and mystic, some light and carefree,
Nonetheless triggering a zillion memories.

Of roads travelled, people amore,
Of roads evaded, people forgot;
Of things done with care galore,
Of things come undone in a shot.

Vagaries of life on the face looms large,
Scars, the medallions of an eventuous strife;
Prevalent though is the hope and urge,
Of eagerness and anticipation more in life!

The Awaiting

The night sky an azure blue,
Bedecked with a myriad stars;
The stillness around is but a clue,
Of a time that left its share of scars.

Hark, hear the wind whistling by,
Accompanied by a sharp chill;
In its sigh I hear your cry,
The silence of the night, it does kill.

Clouds move in overshadowing the sky,
Droplets of rain turning to a pour;
The grime, the rain does wash away,
But not the agony of waiting more!