The Falling Maples- Living Unconditionally- Poetry by S.S

 © Shilpa Sandesh, Beads of her thoughts, vigorous and profound; Entwined in the string, Of her poetry; Sometimes uncanny and bizarre, At times prudent and mature; This is her, Or is this me?

 © Shilpa Sandesh, Oh Brother I say, My pen would one day, Would splatter its ink, On paper, Into beauteous words, A poem on you! My dear little sister, he says, I am not among those thieves that you can know and write, I am among those cats, That you ought to envision, and scrawl; Imaginations run, And I envisage, My brother you are, My teacher, My preacher, My guardian angel, The bearer of courage, My comfort, my solace, A support that liberates me, From every stumble; You are humble, You are meek, Your heart is gentle, Encrusted in, A tougher shield; Oh little one he says, You reduce me to puddles, I wish rains change, to a downpour, So you do not see my tears, Breaking banks like the Ganges! My dearest brother, those tears are precious, Priceless as pearls, Let them not break The perimeters, Or I would get shattered, I would be washed away; You have been through enough, You have observed a lot, It's time to rest, It's time

 © Shilpa Sandesh, Tramping through the woods that be, The path I stride on, Diverges ahead of me; A loud voice I hear, The first lane proclaimed, 'Come, saunter forth, I am the trail, Of happiness you dream' Louder promulgates the other byway, 'Come, tread onto me, I am the course of struggles, that He has set, in your destiny' I stood aghast, In a dilemma that be, Whether to relinquish And quit, Or to traipse on, And take my chances! My heart yelled, For a facile gaiety, Mind howled, 'Exultation lacking struggle, without any scrambles or stumbles, is ephemeral, it's cursory and fugitive' And so there was, no more predicament, No more muddling, And I chose to walk, On the path of struggles!

 © Shilpa Sandesh, My eyes rested on a little child, A rustic self, and a bundle of delight, Exuberant and euphoric; Curious, agog, inquisitive, the tiny tot bent down on his knees, Seeking and striving to envisage, what the billy was doing! Oh sweet child! That is but a reflection, An image  Of your mother and you; She, who has nurtured you, with her milk, with her blood, with her sweat, leaving aside, her sleeps and her rest; Oh sweet child! Let your innocence be forever, Let that novelty be forever, Let those glittering eyes Be filled with demure forever, Let not the world outside, Bury the purity of your heart, Of your beauty inside; And I pray for that One Spirit, God, personified in mother, Be always with you, Be at your side forever!

Playing solo in this unpretendable game, I have forgotten what it is to win ; but I am no exception, I grin, I blink and begin ; stakes are high,  so is the rising fate's mist ; this game of Life,  is sometimes about taking the risks.

 © Shilpa Sandesh, Because I love you, I don't mind being patient, Because I love you, I don't mind taking naivety, Because I love you, You are all that I ever think, Because I love you, I have begun dreaming again, Because I love you, I have learnt to live with the pain, Because I love you, I have become compassionate, Because I love you, I am who I am !

 © Shilpa Sandesh, Those dungeons of sorrow, And the darkness of ill fate, The fowl whiff of burning hopes, And those blazing hollow lands; Exhausted and stressed, Trying arduously to strut, Her destiny drags her back. What are those glittering somethings? She espied some glimmers, How happy must she be! Running breathlessly, Hastening wheezily, To get hold of, those glistening objects. She perceived them to be, the stars of happiness, Least did she know, Those were the memories, the remnants of which lay scattered; The impressions so beguiling, So beauteous, So gleaming, That even the pieces, lay twinkling all over! 'Oh! Where are you?' Says she, 'Hold my hand' She pleaded, 'Pull me out of this fury' She cried, But her voice was unheard. Repressed and downtrodden, by her destiny, She laughed hysterically, 'I am no princess, and there is no Savior, No prince of the distant lands, Would come to rescue me This fiery

 © Shilpa Sandesh, Life is a dawning, A track, an esplanade, The orbit of which, Is bizarre and inscrutable; We are but, a billion planets, revolving around the kernel, Called fate; When the radiance and blaze, dwindles and evanesce, It is the echo, of twilight; Of the arrow, of nemesis, of dole; But ache and agony, are just other words; As promptly we hear, the jingle, the melody, Of the approaching dawn; The glimmer of merriment, Making its way, through the doom, Illuminating the promenade, And remits a beauteous note, That, Life is not perverse forever Life is not always thorns Life is but, Patience!

 © Shilpa Sandesh, In the unsinkable stillness, Of the winter night, When there is nothing but, Silence to be heard; When solitude becomes the sole consort, When heart is in forage, for conversation, a colloquy, But mind seeks quietude, The dilemma deepens; The perplexion intensifies, as to which one to embrace and which one to release; Suddenly the tranquillity breaks, Unconsciousness of the self shatters, By a grievous cry, The shrill of a young boy, Perhaps, A sufferer of dexterity, Of fate's wrath, Of destitution, Of inadequacy and dearth, An unparented, lone child; Oh! what pain has the destiny showered upon that innocent heart, Her innerself cries, Shrieks and bellows, She fathoms her heart's desire, Runs and embraces  the tiny bundle of innocence, And so she becomes His nurturer, His protector, His mother, She is his Messiah!

© Shilpa Sandesh, Everything and everyone, Have turned their faces away; Everything and everyone, Seems desolate and miserable; Melancholic or euphoric, Every milestone covered, On this rough and bouncy ride Of Life, Is becoming a sequence  and a progression; Hopes are fading, Fascination and charm  are vanishing; The direction in which, the boat of her life sails, Is now tough for her  to reason or comprehend. And an escape, a rebirth, a salvation, Is all that she needs!

© Shilpa Sandesh, Senses are not in unison with her At this very minute, As if her heart is yearning Every moment for him! Whims are such, At this very minute, As if her administering heart, Is plotting to steal him! She is here, But she is not here, Just the bodies are apart, But their souls are one! As she divinates his sadness, Her eyes are wet with tears; She is smiling  for no apparent reason , But thinks, May be her smiles, Force his lips to smile too! She conceals her gloom, Behind the veil of fake grins; And bury her tears  In those sham twinkling beams; All but  For his smiles!

 © Shilpa Sandesh Why has mere understanding, Become a task  Taken tough to be accomplished? So much that the promises once done All seem hollow! Something is amiss Something seems to be slipping away From her tender grip; Slithering away like sand, As much she tightens her clutch, She loses even what she has! No one has ruled It, No one can question Its plan, It is the Time, Time is but just the sand!

 © Shilpa Sandesh Dangling between the truth, And what seemed to be the truth, She wonders where she stands today! Confused with the love, And what seemed to be the love, She wonders where she stands today! Adoring the life in illusion, And disowning the reality, She wonders where she stands today! Looking at the fading verity And the gleaming lies, She wonders where she stands today! Soon her dilemma would clear, And a bright light she would see, And no more demented, Would her wondering self be!

 © Shilpa Sandesh, This soul never lacked the quiescence, But nothing can compare, the storm inside it today, Please don't perceive, That I have lost my stability, It is but, A tempest ushered by You! Why does one turn a blind eye, Towards keeping the promises, Why does one forget, to render the vows! It is but too late now, Emotions are sterile in this heart, What was once love, Has now become a duty, A liability to walk along, To wherever this road takes; Who knows what turn, Morrow my life might take. Please do not repent, When you loose me forever, Since Oh my love, That prospect, You have lost! I am sorry, But I cannot assure you, The lost love and fondness, Even if I want; For a stone too cracks, If hit repeatedly, I am just a heart that loved! Never did you care once, Whenever your saw of mean words, Cut through this soul of mine! Those are not just the scratches, But wounds that never woul

 © Shilpa Sandesh, In the deepest depths  Of this subconscious self of mine, Where this heart Curls up and cries, Where this cuddled up soul is Petrified and frightened I think of you! When every tear questions me 'Why did you call me again?' Sliding down my cheeks When those nameless drops  vanish with the sobs, I think of you! When I fall short of words, And no time is enough, And just when I regain balance, I stumble again and fall, That hurt self retained, And I think of you, I think of you!

 © Shilpa Sandesh, It was a day, like everyday, It was an hour, like every hour, A moment, like any moment; And then came a flash, The dart of fate, Filled with the poison, Of animosity and hatred, Covered in the venom of inhumanity; And in the blink of an eye, All was ruined, Hearts were shattered, Lives were wrecked. He who sees it all, Has his ways, To make the cruel ones repay! May the living hearts, have the strength to bear the pain, For if our sadness prevails, The smiles of the gone, would fade! Rest in peace those loving souls, Who left for heavenly abode that day, They look upon us from up there, So let us wipe our tears, And pray for that day, When the cruelty would bow down, For mercy from Humanity ! Amen!

 © Shilpa Sandesh, A quest and a hunt, This life is a crusade where every step I take Defines an ardous voyage. A search in pursuit of happiness, trailing for peace, and that, Much awaited quietitude; Imaginations run, And I find myself, In a beauteous illusion. Solitary I sat, At the window of a cabin, Midst the dense whispering woods, The weather so misty and wet; I watch the drops of rain, Fall one after the other, and I wonder, If that descend of every dribble Is a sign of nemesis! But suddenly the heart shouts and states That this downpour is not the degeneration, These are those blest droplets, Whish would annihilate the deepest fears, Some engraved sorrows and frozen tears. And then the mirage resumes, And so begins the dwelling; This mind reading the message Of murky grey clouds above, Of a patiently crawling snail, Of the thickening mist, And of the prevailing silence; And so I find this oblivion, More beseeching than reality !

© Shilpa Sandesh The gleaming faces And hearts so pure, The intellectual brains In her illusionary lore, The sadness that rules, Her heart and words Are received by you all With so much worth. When  In the brightest of the days, and darkest of the nights Her inner self has been, overflowing with thoughts, You read her words, With so much worth. When Ink and paper Were her sole companions, Expressions hid her feelings, and deepest worries, The times when she was, Full of fury, You read her words, With so much worth. She thanks you all, For this companionship of yours Which she treasures, In the deepest depths of her heart.