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21 Saturday May 2011
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Ominous clouds with threatening arms
shovel light
into dark folds of flowing robes
and in unspoken solidarity
stand close together
holding the sun a prisoner
In the spreading gloom
leaves nervously chatter
of doom
and (maybe) of life hereafter.
The libertine breeze, the prankster
ruffles treetops
swoops low to teasingly tickle
and in new found familiarity
dares to kiss
and cuddle
the startled trees
who duck in mock annoyance
swaying this way and that
making leaves quiver and whisper…
The day is somber gray,
Yet… an ineffable elation
unfurls from my heart
like a peacock its feathers
in colorful splendor
dancing with joy and abandon
when the rain clouds appear…
The indescribable joy spreads
bestowing new litheness to each cell
I am grace, I am elegance.
And then ….the rain drops fall
Quenching an eternal thirst
I am stillness, I am motion
I am fluid, I long to flow,
moving to his rhythm….
I am the joyous peacock
for the dark cloud
In his benevolence
I dance in ecstasy
We are ecstasy.
- Shail Mohan (May 2011)
I had put up a status message on Facebook a few days back : “Guess who makes me indescribably happy… always, any time, anywhere??!! Who makes the inner me dance in joy that the outer me cannot but in reply respond??!!
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I got quite a few interesting replies too, that ranged from Pepper the Kitteh, to the L & M, books, gulab jamuns et al. But no one asked the question like Vivek did, ” Reminds me of a childhood game.. Thing or Person?” Anyway, this poem above is my answer ![]()
Umm… I confess, yes, there is one more thing that never fails to lift my spirits high and let it soar, bringing me much joy. That is what my next post will be about. Errr…. any guesses??!
14 Sunday Nov 2010
In your eyes
vestiges of a loss
the reverberations becloud mine
Summers are thorny
there is nowhere to hide
but
when the monsoons unleash in fury
and the skies cry unabashedly
the echoes of our pain
are swallowed
by the lashing rain
- Shail Mohan (Nov 2010)
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