Feelings

Feelings are like truths
Try to change them with words
Muddled they become
Like waters from a still pond
When stirred by playful cherubs

But suddenly words have left me
And so have the cherubs the pond
The waters are still now
And lo! Staring back at me
I see my reflection

The face in water smiles
And I smile back at it
We both know these smiles
Of loss, despair and desolateness
Brought along by words telling feelings

Not all your words were untrue
Yet the feelings behind them true
You are a wonderful painter
Yet you chose the dark side
Mostly prompted by my unwise themes

My themes changed from bright
For I wished to set everything right
Realized this was chimerical
Only too late, sadly too late
For now, the paint is dry

What memory retains though
Are your paintings set in colours
All bright and pure and often shiny
Much like your inner beauty
And the green of your eyes.

Dadhichi

Crisis I

So much to tell, yet not a soul
Has ears for my mind
For with time the cast for this role
Changes, falls, stays behind

On impulse, I revisit, unwittingly undressed
Enforced by habit crossing the will
Time imposed, propriety pressed
Familiar hunters as their salted kill

Like rain drops in a shallow pond
My tale begets multiple unsettlings
In the unworthy listeners of long fond
An unwholesome parley with negative partakings

Never again my friend I warn
Myself against habits' cyclic occurrence
Against defying time leaving myself torn
Lip not a feeling without ponderance

Like the weather fine tuning your garb
Well picked words warm many a heart
Yet let not warming your aim warp
Nor dear feelings colour any art

As a camels' body to the desert sand
Adapt your art in the hue locale
To honour the present in guise of the land
Persistent industry serving action or vocal

Dadhichi