Abyssal Depths

Ode to the Lake

2011-07-09T14:17:00.000-07:00

O Holy Mother of the Lake,
Embrace me in your loving arms,
Tell me tales, you never before have spake,
Of magical charms and faraway farms.

O Holy Mother of the Lake,
Engulf me with your tender whispers,
O let me, your invigorating smell partake,
and heal all my wounds and blisters.

O Holy Mother of the Lake,
Encompass me with your endearing calmness,
Whenever life seems tough and the world so fake,
I will keep returning to you for solace.

The Child in Me

2010-02-08T01:32:00.001-08:00

There is a child in me,
That wants my nurturer,
My protector,
My shepherd!

I searched it in men,
and men have searched it in me,
I have looked for the guardian
and found the child...

Am I really a grown-up or I pretend to be one?
What is being a grown-up therein?
Is it hiding emotions or is it having none?
Is it burying the child within,
Inside the deep clouds of ego,
and building walls of pride around it?
Is it creating distances with distrust,
and boundaries with prejudice?

They say with age comes experience,
Yes, I try to avoid things and people
who have hurt me in the past.
They say with age comes maturity,
I try to take ups and downs in my stride,
And overcome my shortcomings while they last...

But would you really call me a grown-up?
Especially, if I tell you,
That the various shapes in clouds still amuse me,
I still like building castles with sand,
I love the wind beating on my face,
And I feel secure when I clutch a strong hand...

Have I really grown-up?
Maybe, I have,maybe, I haven't,
But do I really care?
My dearest friend.....
there's a secret I ll share...
I really love the child within,
even if it would try...
In this grown up world,
I would not let it die...

Au Revoir

2009-06-01T15:22:00.001-07:00

They refuse to budge from this nest,
Their abode of joy,their place of rest,
but the day is is near,
the day they fear....
when they will chop this tree,
and patronizingly say "u r free,
there are many new places to go,
Where the colours of your lovely plume you ll show!"
but ask the birds once
"do they really want to fly away?"
from this place they call their home,
in search of a new home.......
for a new place they can again call their own!!

I meant to do work today...

2009-03-30T13:23:00.000-07:00

Not my own, but I really loved this one:
" I meant to do my work today...
But a brown bird sang in the apple tree.
And a butterfly flitted across the field,
And all the leaves were calling me.
And the wind went sighing over the land,
Tossing the grasses to and fro,
And a rainbow held out its shining hand...
So what could I do but laugh and go? "
-By Richard LeGallienne

Reflections lie!

2009-03-17T01:40:00.000-07:00

Can reflections lie?
Can reflections go astray?
Can your reflections claim not to know you?
Can your reflections, you betray?

The Bird and the Squirrel

2009-02-10T20:53:00.000-08:00

With its wings spread high,
In the azure sky,
There was a bird,
That loved to fly.

In its drey by the river,
lived a squirrel,
That loved its home....
By the house of the weaver

One day the bird came,
to drink by the river,
and joined the squirrel
in its little game.

The bird had fun,
so did the squirrel,
and the games continued,
be it rain or sun.

Soon the winter came,
And the spring was over,
As the trees became bare,
Things were no longer the same.

The squirrel had to hibernate,
and the bird had to fly,
migrate to warmer lands,
so were they, destined by fate.

But they decided to wait,
As they loved each other,
the bird stayed on the ground,
with the new companion that he had found.

But the sky lured him,
And he grew restless,
He wanted to fly,
Into the deep blue sky.

The squirrel saw his pain,
And idea struck in her little brain,
she stole from the weaver,
yarns of wool to weave herself wings.

They made the wings,
and both were ready to fly,
but alas!
The squirrel could not match the bird in the sky.

As the distance grew,
There were conflicts few,
The squirrel wanted to come back,
to the ground she loved.

The bird loved her,
So it came back with the squirrel,
And she cropped his wings,
So that he could leave her never.

But the wings came back,
and so did the urge,
to fly up high,
in the deep blue sky.

The bird was constrained,
and the squirrel was drained,
of ideas to make him
happy again.

The squirrel loved him,
And could feel the desire,
in his sparking eyes,
that looked like balls of fire.

So she let him go,
into the realms of unknown,
to follow the sun,
into unknown lands.

The bird is now free,
and so is the squirrel,
but yet they could see,
they were bonded by friendship.

They knew that,
maybe they would never be together again,
but would always have each other,
to share joy and pain.

And so they parted,
the bird to the sky,
and the squirrel to the ground,
both cherishing
the warm friendship,
that they had once found!

Walk by the Beach

2008-12-07T22:57:00.000-08:00

I have always feared loss,
feared death and change...
I have cried thinking of "what ifs"
imperfections deep within I have tried to scavenge...

As I walk by the beach the wind beats my face,
I smell the sea and taste the salt,
My hands are chilly and my hair's let loose
yet the harmony in the scene leaves no scope of revolt

Old men with big dogs,
Young girls with small dogs,
Joggers in trendiest tracks,
Kids wearing brightest slacks
all pass by me..

High above in the sky
sea planes and albatross fly,
Down below in the sea,
boats and ducks swim by...

There are benches too,
In the sweet memory the deceased,
One dedication I particularly remember
"Mr Cole, whose friendship, humor and wit we have ever since missed"

And then there is this lady,
speaking to the sea gulls and staring at the sea,
a homeless old woman in rags,
Yet somehow happy, yet somehow free

Isnt my life is close to perfect?
Imperfections just make it saucier,
Adds in it a dash of spice,
and makes it all the more merrier..

Life is short
Lets make it the best,
The hurt lets forget,
The love lets not waste...
Its a sense of elation,
And I have no regret
Its a revelation,
And freedom I taste!

Equilibrium

2008-04-27T17:49:00.000-07:00

The elements of nature
embodied in man,
Fire, Water , Earth , air and space...
The quest is on....
for the perfect balance....
But where infinity ends doesnt infinity start again?
but the quest is on..
To find the kendrabindu - the crux
The balance of life .........

Passion ignites
but lust burns ,
Love quenches
but obsession drowns ,
Trust supports
but once broken shatters,
Freedom flows
but without control blows you away,
Individuality gives you space
but distance gives you loneliness,
The quest is on....
for the perfect balance....
But where infinity ends doesnt infinity start again?
but the quest is on..
To find the kendrabindu - the crux
The balance of life .........

Selfish man, you look only for ephemeral happiness
lasting only for infinitesimal time
I show you the path of eternal happiness,
lasting for infinity....
But oh shortsighted man u refuse to learn......
That pushes me away..
But then there is a string that pulls me back again,
Like a pendulum I swing back and forth,
One day ............
the fragile thread may break and I ll be thrown away,
Or else maybe I ll attain equilibrium
The balance of life.......

Flickering Flame

2008-04-04T13:38:00.000-07:00

The flickering flame,
Once shining bright,
The dying star,
Once giving light.
The fading glory,
Once in full radiance,
The shriveling flower,
Once in blooming fragrance.

The coiling serpents,
The twists and turns,
The gnawing pain,
The blisters and burns.

Prime it was,
Past it is...
Genesis it was,
End it is....

Euphoria is ambient,
But with the high, comes the low,
Youth is transient,
Clutching it tight, wont make aging slow,
Change is resilient,
But life is free, so let it flow.....
Fear of loss is recreant,
So when the soul is dying, just let it go.....

Emancipation

2008-03-23T17:12:00.000-07:00

Withering leaves,
Frolicking shadows,
Sparkling drops,
Concorted truth,
Simmering ashes for the prejudiced eyes to see,

Obsessive love,
Naked disguise,
Hidden desires,
Choking truth,
Bounded chains of the troubled mind waiting to break free!

Loving trust,
Soothing hand,
Healing touch,
Greatest truth,
Ethereal love deep within that makes the I We.....

Love or pain?

2007-08-25T00:28:00.000-07:00

love trust hope and pain,
entwined together in an unending chain
Love is with but pain ordained
It gnaws through the pith ingrained
love aches
and slowly u love the ache
and slowly the ache becomes a habit you live with
mad enough to fall in love again,
only to drown yourself in the sea of pain,
Oh foolish man,
wont you ever learn,
the searing pain of immortal burn!

Addiction

2007-08-22T16:36:00.001-07:00

Prometheus's stealth made man a slave,
It amazes,it bedazzles,
It burns him down,
You know it'll hurt you
And yet you get drawn.....

When you have once tasted blood,
You are pulled by its charm,
and u soon get addicted...
Sucked of your pith,you are left strained,
This emotional catharsis leaves you drained!
You know you'll soon be charred,
But yet you move to the piper's tune,
conscious that it may leave youscarred!

It is the light that attracts you.
It is the warmth that engulfs you.
It is the power that excites you.
It is the passion that ignites you.
You know it is ephemeral,
And yet it is surreal.

You play with fire,
In hope to tame it.
Finally you ll have it tamed,
Or else it'll have you consumed.
The harmony you wished for,
may never be achieved....
But yet you live each day,intoxicated by the slow poisson,
Loving every bit of it passing though your vein,
Though slowly it inveigles you into Hade's domain.
And what will remain is a flickering flame,
left behind to tell the tale...
You know that things would never be the same,
but then.....
Is'nt it true that ethereal happiness
Worth dying for even in its transience?