Clutter and clean-up

How could bananas be in place with rupiahs?
Or could little paper bills possibly nestle in a crockery cabinet?
Yet, they do, like inseparable magnets!
Is it dismal to find a pair of socks dangling over the couch?
They look as droopy as the being
about to 'create' orderliness out of chaos but with a grouch!
When each belonging with so sense of belonging to their rightful place,
They find their way out to another's space
Its disorderliness that deigns
Much like a hodge podge of ingredients, no finesse to feign


In this state of affairs, at times, the home feels like a jungle
The unbridled wilderness of nature in an endless struggle
with the man-made dandyish school
there is a rigmarole of never ending rules
everything in its place and a place for everything-
Orderly and aligned, like constellations from nebulae
But they ain't fixed in space, in the jugglery of the universe
the overlapping matter, the creation 'n' chaos
a precedent for the other, in form and state
Then, why lament, when once awhile
the bananas are juxtaposed with rupiahs in one plate?

The afterglow...

The sunset sky glows, in the garb of a mystic-

standing 'twixt light and dark

All shades of daylight lie scattered ---

At that threshold - the horizon

Where the earth n ethereal seemingly meet

What boundaries of the mind could stall this unison?

Even as those walls of dizzying heights tower high

O’ the glitz and glamour of the high-rise –

Its self-proclaimed “charm” fades into nothingness

For nothing could overshadow this glow of magic –

what Nature weaves around –

in her sweet interplay of light and dark around

the horizon –

Beyond, what the infinite beholds

The knowing and the mystery as well, is unparalleled bliss

What follies or fears can withhold me

When the moment of now captures the twilight in my eye—

This too shall soon pass...

The day's spectrum ever falls in the fiery red,
So does the light, as it stimulates the living
What manifests therefrom –
The forms and shapes of the sunlight
seemingly overpower-  the glare oppressive
For the fatigued spirit,
More like a friend turned foe, in a battle
the vicissitudes of the day, as deceptive …
it pricks and hurts, at times when expectations and hopes belie,
but in the shifting shafts of daylight
Need I bemoan or ponder,
That which  will recede soon into the horizon?
This passing phase that daunts, at the moment
It awaits the night’s quietude…the mellow dimness
To lull the day…my being…to sleep!

...and yet it revives, somehow...

Lone, lifeless, denuded
A little plant’s trust stands eluded
That nurturing breath of nature…snuffed out in a haze
What would befriend this little plant, left in a daze?
That what it seeks from the outliers of its being,
To nourish itself,  to spring back to living-
The hope to survive unyielding…

I watch the barrenness of it day in and day out,
Searching in desperation, that friend, that oasis in drought
 The loneliness of dormancy, to clout
I gaze unblinking at the plant, day and night
Waiting for the morrow in new light…
The weary eyes droop to slumber,
As does the restive nature of the outward seeker

Then lo! the dawn breaks – a new leaf breaks open,
To bring out the life within unfazed by the outlying elements
The undying spirit  - the hope of new, glistens
the stoic tale of adversity – is what this plant beholds
and time and again, when loneliness creeps in,
I watch and listen, the tale of revival as it unfolds!