Sand And Bloom

Far-sight into the trees,
Enveloping what seems to hold,
The commuters upon their two feet.
Needs, occupation, formalities,
Mellow hums, the pertinacious and bold,
Blind to their own passing, indiscreet.

I look outside my window yon,
Green, grey and brown opaque,
The monotony of the picturesque land.
Of the bird shudder early morn,
Skies of crimson make,
Time and sand.

Gentle she blows into my face,
Of silent whispers undeduced,
Flashbacks and solitude.
                                                                                    Suspense's tempting grace,
                                                                                    What is to become today, conscience refused!
                                                                                    Live hence! Time is due!

                                                                                   To traverse the lines laid before,
                                                                                   By second, minute and hour,

Trudge along to reveal.
Feel the need to feel,
With patience and empower-
Traverse while those old scars heal!

I throw across a question or two,
Life what have you to offer me?
What is to be?
The mind blisters with thirsty pangs too,
To see what the eyes are to see,
To agree or to disagree.

Bring me the daily gift,
Before I head for the abdication,
Unsatisfied and cheerless.
Upon a seamless plane without a rift,
With an appropriate elucidation,
So that I may have something to miss.

Of the long run with many a mile,
From all fours to the running,
Coupled with the motivation of a smile.
A step, a trial,
The trifles of the cunning,
Tarry but for a while.

A jug of the elixir,
An undisguised tonic of satisfaction,
To derive the end.
A periodic uncover,
A challenging excavation,
Of the climax I ferociously fend.
----------------------------------------------

Harish Iyengaar

25th June, 2011