Finding Zen

Sleeping in late, still tired and achy from my travels, I vaguely remember it is a Monday. 

But there is no rush, no hustle to get up, to go anywhere or get any work done. 

I can see the sunlight filtering through the gaps in the curtains. 

Sitting up slowly in bed, I draw back the curtains across the large bay windows.

And lo behold, a view of the snow capped Greater Himalayan ranges greets me. 

A clear day, warm sunny skies, quite a contrast from the cold night that just went by. 

I hesitate to get up. Something makes me stall my steps. 

I could watch this view forever. 

Far from the noise and chaos of the city.

I can hear the wind whistling through the deodar trees, crickets buzzing, a cowbell or two in the valley below, wind chimes, and an occasional bird call. 

I walk out to the edge of the ridge, stretch my limbs and sit down continuing to be mesmerised by the mountains and the forests. 

Time passes by, probably an hour, but I am not counting. 

An otherwise intense silence, sometimes interrupted by two local mountain dogs barking and chasing each other along the edges of the ridge. 

Grateful for the sudden and random decision to be here, I soak in the peace and quiet of my surroundings. 

Spring has started growing its roots in the mountains, 

Stirring up emotions that haunt my wandering soul. 

I wonder what lies ahead of me this year.

The recent stretch has been quite unsettling. 

At that moment, ever so slightly the wind caresses my face and fingers my hair sweeping it across my face, 

As if to remind me that I am where I need to be.

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An April Haiku

Sunshine on young leaves

Cold breeze whistles through the pines

Spring in the mountains.

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A March Haiku

Fallen flowers whirling

Along the sun kissed path

Spring disappears.

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No Respite

Just another ordinary day.

You’re in a land far away.

I wait by the phone

Thinking I might receive a call

But, all I ever hear is the

Distant sound of a squall,

Beating down the window panes.

You chose to move to another shore

Looking for another love.

I sit here patiently, knowing

You will never find another dove.

You walk street after burning street,

Looking for a respite from the memory

Of that kiss that still blazes your lips,

While the ashes whirl up and choke you.

The more you run, the more you’ll be haunted

By the devastation left in your wake.

In the agonised valley where you rally

Between love and hate, the hours and days

Pile up between a rock and a faraway place.

Regret is a very loaded word,

Strongly felt by those who cannot forgive.

In my mind, I called myself to make up

For the call that never came.

The happiness that I have will take

You a lifetime to arrive at.

Keep running my friend,

From yourself till you’re ready

To face the man in the mirror

And accept your share of grace.

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Crash & Burn

I’d heard your voice at the other end of the line.

And in that very first instance,

My heart had sunk.

I knew that an inexplicable connect

Ran through our veins.

I could hide from you, but I could never run.

I chose to ignore the warnings of my gut.

Instead, I went crashing into your open arms,

Only to fall flat on my face when your heart

Could not expand to hold all of me.

And, when my face touched the ground

I could smell my hair burning with the

dying embers of your cigarette stub.

I crash, burn and resurrect myself

every single goddam time because

I know that men like you belong only

to yourselves and the Universe.

And, yet I know that the melancholic story

will repeat itself, unless blood runs its course,

And, I learn the lesson that the wheels of life

Intend to teach me.

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Winter is Dead

Cover of leaves

Swaying outside the window

As my mind sways Inside.

The wind on my face is soft

And tousles my hair ever so gently.

The lone thrush calls out plainly

And stops to listen when I mimic it.

A brightly speckled butterfly

Hovers above my head

Looking for the right perching spot.

In the distance, the phone beeps,

Breaking the lull.

I cannot be bothered to move.

The abounding peace is too infectious.

Meanwhile, an intense afternoon sunlight

Streams in from the West,

I look at the gold shaded drapes

And realise that Winter is dead.

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Moulting

Sunset skies, a dash of drama,

Splashing a palatte of water colours on the horizon.

An early Spring evening turns palpable

As twilight streams out through the clouds.

Eucalyptus trees swing in the wind.

A flock of cranes follow an airplane.

I watch a bus snaking its way in the valley below.

My zen is broken by the husband

Walking in from his game of cricket,

Brandishing a moulted snake skin

That he found when fetching a ball in the field.

Startled and disgusted, I recoil out of fear.

But an inner voice reminded me that

I also need to shed some old skin

To experience the new life that awaits me.

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