What is it?

As I walk in the rain, the clouds wetting my cheek-

As my heart writhes in pain, and I feel my voice going weak-

As my mind goes blank, the soft slush greasing my feet-

What makes me feel one with them? Where do the feelings and the feeler meet?

As I run in the sun, the sky splashes on my shoulder-

As my spirit is ebullient, and everything I behold is brighter-

As my soul soaks in the music, the evening charm and the fluttering leaves-

What is it that springs with joy? Who is it who this wonder perceives?

As I sleep in the shade, my body in slumber’s tender embrace-

As my hidden impulses weave a world; my mind unshackled , 

and dissolved duress-

As I wade through the magical; the world of unmet desires I tread-

Who is awake to them? What connects them to this world-
as if an invisible thread?

2011: A reflection

Another two weeks I have to endure you,

How I wish you were gone by now-

Harsh it may seem, a misplaced colored view!

But can you deny, I was richer when you came,

Much poorer as you prepare at last to withdraw!

Yes, I know what you would say-

Some sunny mornings, carefree nights and some wishes coming true.

Some new friends, some glimmer of love, also an occasional bright ray.

You brought me back home, to my roots-

Fragrance of a wisp of rain, a clear starry night, a morning wet with dew.

But, this Sunday afternoon as I sit and rewind-

I can’t deny a feeling of loss, a keen if subtle hint of pain.

On a difficult day, as you long for your lost innocence, for the childhood you’ve left behind-

The finality of their loss dawns on you, and the gaping void only grows wider;

No more playing in the sun, or with no weariness in the shoulder running in the rain!