The Meeting

They usually respond by the 
gentle rustle of their leaves.
For the wind, in a clear exhibit 
of its childishness,
always tries to orchestrate 
our conversation!

             And somewhere deep within, 
             my spirit dances to the
             rhythm of the waves. 
             Their erratic moods are sometimes
             difficult to adapt to, 
             but it their willingness to listen
             that overwhelms me.

And there, in the towering night 
when I speak to my chosen star, 
I cannot help noticing
that the many others around it
have been listening too.

              Then that ‘something’ that is 
              stretched over the cosmos
              that immediately identifies with me. 
              Even though I never gave it a call...

                   *

Sometimes we celebrate my victories
by dining together in the open night.
And when I see life for what it is not,
they cry to keep me company,
but more so, to make me understand
that it is quite unnecessary.

                   *

At times we fight, but if I win, then
I realize sooner or later, that there was
no victory in it for me at all.
(and in spite of knowing this,
I continue to be a slave to my ego
from time to time)

                   *

There have also been moments when the
conversations were largely one-sided,
with me doing hardly any talking.
And yet, those moments were among the most
enlightening ones that I have been part of.

                   *

Sometimes I just want to transport myself
to some other world. So each one
becomes a musical note and I am left with
many avenues of escape to choose from.

                   *

Today we met again. Simply because I was bored.




















Oh well, I s’pose I am spoilt...




























They pamper me so much!