The burning bush
The burning bush in our sights.
Too close for comfort,
Dancing flames encircling our hearts
Terrorizing our souls,
The roar of nature’s fury
Engulfing my shrinking imagination.
Where will my Dreaming dwell
When the barks of trees
Are reduced to ashes,
When thunderous silence replaces
The sweet tweets of songbirds,
When my vision of a verdant landscape
Is erased by a fiery formidable wind?
Where is the place I can call home
when the flaming red sun has crowned
the sky like a ball of fire foreboding a tragic loss?
The enemy within
Treasure each precious moment
we spend with the people we love,
the ‘other’ becomes us, even the unloved,
covid-19 pandemic’s global proportion
has brought us together to face the enemy within,
the need to walk hand in hand
to expel the fatal threat to our collective survival
imposed by the unseen, time out in our isolation
to reflect on the pointlessness of geopolitical
and biological wars, the quest for total control,
the vandalism of nature, our fatalistic faith
that the market economy will solve all our problems,
the practice of modern day slavery,
the marginalisation and disempowerment
of our fellow human beings.
Lest we forget the story of stories,
the return of our original face!
retail shops look like a ghost town,
people hiding in their nesting places,
running away from deathly pandemic,
once in a while, the harbinger of Death
visits the earth reminding all souls
of the fragility of material life,
forgetting when they emerge out of the womb
that what fundamentally matters
are the footsteps they choose
to take till their last breath.
What is LIFE? What is DEATH?
Why are we here? What is the bottom line?
After the storm that struck fear
in our hearts has gone,
will they return to the landscape
Stillness (Sleepless in Newtown)
Darkness is not void.
Fertile shadows of my mind.
The sound of silence roars.
I am here and not here.
In between spaces of fullness.
I declare my Love.
The Universe speaks.
It is mutual.