shari kadirur


WAITING

Quickening and slowing
Flow of life,
Seemingly endless
Before my eyes,
Antiseptic walls
Time hanging in air…
Rustling of white
Echoing footfalls,
Life is tackled
One at a time…
Staring at blank walls,
Staring into space,
Staring at the still form,
Life, playing
Hide-and-seek…
Many have passed
Many more
In the wings,
Waiting…
Every life cleft...
One must rise,
Other to go under…


ALIENATION


Each - an island to himself,
Marooned in his troubles:
Some - remote, desolate, bleak
Withdrawn from prying eyes;
Others - prey to merry-making hordes;
Surrogate joy bringing buoyant moods.


Man, each person- an enigma;
Man's mind, completely unchartered;
Every day is a puzzle to unravel.
In minds myriad caves he hides
His tormenting thoughts
Tearing him in the inside.


In caverns dark, he delves deep;
Solace in his solitude he seeks -
Is he the "he" the others see?
He is one hundred "he-s" reflected
In a multitude of mirror images
distorted and enlarged in other's eyes.


 A FLEDGLING

His little body, bending
With accurate aim, flinging,
Stones, skimming and skipping
And into the water disappearing.

The momentary kiss lingering,
And many a ripples remaining —
Memories, the stones creating,
And in their flight celebrating —

Leaning, slanting and aiming,
And in many a positions pelting,
A Huckleberry Finn in the making,
He against conformity avenging…

The little boy trying,
And with every throw improving;
With every try discovering
And confidence in self — evolving.


A Snail's Circle of Reason

Disjoined words and thoughts,
Like snail’s occasional trails,
For me leave — indelible marks;
Notches and marks on mind’s walls.

In the wet grass
And up the blank walls:
Burdened by the circle of understanding
I laboriously crawl.

Draw in, I can for protection;
To search, I have to come out —
When I am entirely free,
It is the shell I leave.

I do not grow old:
Before me my skin sags,
My body wrinkled; ages.
I remain, a child — searching.

I have in me
A hundred “me-s”
Yet another thousand
In others eyes — perceived.

In the moving sands,
And shifting clouds, I search —
Blowing hard at the coal inside,
To find the light within.


 SATISFACTION

Heavens open up — showering
Next year’s abundance in plenty:
Tiny fountains bubbling and bursting;
Dancing raindrops magic creating!

A never satiated earth,
Passionately drinking; and
The silken smooth water caressing
The weathered, earthly being.

Appreciation sprouting in every
Blade of grass; nodding and applauding,
The calmed and cooled spirit —
Celebrating resurrection!

Catharsis time for palm leaf
Every raindrop turned into
Teardrop, silvery and round;
Gently rolling off its face!


.MAN 'N' MONEY

Milling multitudes move
Seeking money making modes
Faces half awakened, to work
With lifeless, half eaten souls —
Last month’s sweat proceeds
Not enough, heavy or light
Stretched to this month…
To dark corners desires pushed,
Struck between means and needs…
For Family, fortifications hunt.
Each, a cage do built,
A life time of toil spent —
Time courses without wait…
And sand castles built,
Crumble down in front…
Scrambles to begin anew start —
For tomorrow has another fight.

 


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