Of Blind quests and the only promise

Of Blind quests and the only promise

In a world of reflections
I seek truth
In shifting , undulating smoke
I seek stillness
In tilting ,  twirling world
I seek balance
What can I be but disappointed?

With eyes following
Every flash of light
Hither, thither
Blinded by every illusion
I seek to see

While my heart calls, prompts
Not just this
Not just this
Close your eyes
Look within
And you will find
You will see
You will know
And above all
You will be
You
You will be
Love

—shubha

Weaving, unspooling

Weaving, unspooling

Weave not yet another tale
Of woe, loss intertwined
With gilt thread of gain, desire
All presumed to deliver
In it’s cosy expanse
A sense of happiness
Of being
Of purpose
To envelop you
Define your identity

But extract from this cloth
Of mind
Thread by thread of thought
Until naught remains
But love
Undivided , Indivisible

And you will
Envelop this world
All you see
And there will be
No other, No you

-shubha

Window full of sky

Window full of sky

Through the cragged windows
Of this abandoned city
The sky beckons
And yet chained
To fluid identity
Shifting duty
Fear binding my wings
Flight cannot be
Not yet

So each day , I gather
One window full of sky
At a time
And build my own
Within me
There I soar
There I am one with the sky

And all those times
When this abandoned city
Comes calling  with it’s stunned silence
I escape into my sky
For a few moments
Of freedom
A few moments
Of joy .


—shubha

Spider webs

Spider webs

Thread by silken thread of maybe
Of once used, discarded identity
We weave together a story of me
Designed to capture no other prey
But ourselves , our idea of what is to be
Entangled in our own webs, long to be free
Enmeshed , enchanted with our creations to varying degree
Yet we refuse to discard our absurd understanding, see
That we need to discard the me, to know reality
That the answer lies not in webs of complexity
But in the spaces between, where love breathes free
And in those moments when me is suspended , I agree
Is when I truly am , unfettered, to truly be.

--shubha

Fashion shows

Fashion shows

Crimson rouge spreads slow
Gold glitters on sun kissed brow
Autumn fashion shows

--shubha

I see you

I see you

Every morning and night for a minute or two,
In the mirror ,face to face, I see you,

I see the smiles, the sighs, the vanity and the grays too,
I see your triumphs, your struggles, through your excuses, a few,

Between what is expected of you,
I know you sometimes feel, that your hopes and dreams are see-through,

But for those few moments we meet each day, I see you,
And acknowledge you are important too.

--shubha

Someday , we must outgrow poetry

Someday , we must outgrow poetry

Someday, we must outgrow poetry
Leave behind half broken lines, meter
Chewed out essences of spent emotion
A world sewn together by our joy, our pain
Where a few words strung together
Cry out our momentary state to the world
To be fossilized for posterity
Where they can only come alive
Through shared feeling, their imagination

Yes, someday we must outgrow poetry too
Outgrow it with grace , effortlessly
Like we outgrew our jeans , our dolls
Sometimes, our dreams
Realize , that this is but a moment's place
It snapshots naught, but our world in that instant
And cataclysmic as it's shattering may be to you
It is still only yours

Yes, someday you must outgrow poetry
From your own perspective
That you may see her through others
That you may feel her ,for herself
That you may know her without words
That you may be free , even of her
That you may learn to read
The poetry of silence

--shubha