Ikigai (Napowrimo Day 6)

Unuttered syllables of longing

Softness of petals against the skin

Eyes drunk on horizon//

You need to stand on grass where water hums,

Seeps into the emptiness inside

Mellowing you into the hums of that star cluster//

Then, if you don’t feel drunken

You will miss being desperate for dying hills,

Waning forests and may never hear the silent screams

Of all those beings without syllables

And you may never know love beyond limbs//

Copper pod sways gently with the wind

Outside the window

Showering on lock-down days

Mellowing you into the hums of that star cluster

     

The lesser reasons (Napowrimo, Day 5)

I am hollow

You are bursting

Microbes to birds of prey

Sunlight to deep, dark earth

You stand without mayhem

Until you are chopped for bigger reasons

Chopped, like you are hollow

Bigger reasons are with bigger explanations

With bigger people having so much words in their mouth

Is it here that the interconnectedness started falling?

The web is broken

But bigger people have bigger concerns

Bigger egos and their web is invisible, powerful---

Where did you start to have so much, from microbes?

The web is broken, from where will you start now?

There are things that I want to tell

But I am hollow without your touch

Tired to sharpen GK, PR and wits

You start with microbes, your stories

Let me lie down without dreams

I’ll watch your stories of evolution (the lesser ones of course for we are lesser reasons here)

To fill my hollowness