In college, some group came

for the shooting of a Kannada film.

I saw a scene so many times of

troubling wife in front of her brother.

I was seeing the same scene on trailers

on TV in the house so many times.

Got inspired and wrote a poem on

brother sister sentiment, where

a brother is giving a send-off to

his sister on her marriage day

The architect

Standing in resolute splendor

Bows before the fervant nature girl

Wrapping herself around pieces

Of splintered wood

Both appreciating the materials

Of a land indifferent to its end

He the builder of timber towers

Frontman to progress and production

She the dreamer of Summer

Blankets and books companions

In her walless canopy

Forest her playground of youth

Mother nature, a dear old friend

For him the trees

Are the fodder of imagination

Kinlin for a mind

Driven to destiny and repupose

Will the visionaries love

See abundance

In both dreams

Old and new

Or will they see only scarcity

Competition and regression

Will their differences divide

And blind them from their true face

Do they know they are the world

And their affair our children's fate

Photo credit to Scott Mutter

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I became jealous of the deep earth,

Flesh knows only turbulence and sensitivity,

I longed to exist as marble,

Unmoving,

Unfeeling,

Above a city of blood and filth and electricity.

I did not long for connection,

I longed to soar.

a drop of water

unique in cosmos

in the changing river of time

passing like a single life

I'm only a shadow

dancing in the emptiness

Cordially donating respite

this entwined nesting of trees

as sunlight rushes erects a dome

aloft this oasis of variant green

not a drop of sunlight seeps in

no matter how the orb pounds down

insolently deciding

it will burn the grove to the ground

as the day lingers on,

the heat rises like the brimstone of hell

mocking the trees incessantly,

the sun hits and the heat swells

the green canopy stiffens sturdy

growing taller with every ray

stretching closer to the sun

without a word to say

silently daring the sun to shine

to fell this verde grove

turning the heat to shade

creating a cool speck below

defeated momentarily

the sun sleeps behind the hill

recovering to return tomorrow

determined to crush the trees’ will

the clash will continue

the sun knows it will not win

yet foolishly labors to batter the grove

over and over again

while the grove braces ever ready

to spar with the irascible sun

cognizant the loop continues

confident tomorrow’s battle is won.

::UMWP::

No telling, how to stop it

I was only told not to drop it

I want to leave the Universe

Clock me

Do I turn the lights up

Or, off next

The stars sound like gossip

Tell me how to walk then

No telling, how to stop it

I want to give way to it

Cause a big wave

Swim it

Sink to the bottom

Find something lost

Blow bubbles, to ride off in

So I never ever

Can pull it together

Never get anywhere

Wondering where

The Exit sign is in here

Looking out every window

It’s very high up

I can see the whole Universe

Look!

No telling, how to stop it