Poetry ~ VK Shashikumar 1. A New Journey It happens to all of us. New journeys on felled pathways. We move our hearts and bodies As maps – old and new – crawl up Its topography casually spreads over our minds Soon, we hear voices “Let’s hit the road” “Turn left” “800 metres at the roundabout take the second exit” I always find my walking icon on some street in the maps Drooling over names, places and things Arrows pointing at directions Hasta la Vista sweetheart! But where was I going? Fatigue sets in the soul Multiple incarnations of new journeys, Apparitions of those traversed recently. Then, in a serendipitous moment I find your embrace Unmarked, unseen on my maps I tuck love’s location pin Into a warm place inside me No more arrows to take me on unending searches Forgive me if it appears as if it is too soon Trust me when my inner voice says Even another lifetime’s journey may not bring me to anyone like you Now intoxicated by the fragrance of your companionship, How beautiful it would be to leave behind all dead-ends To get on a trail together where old maps can’t find us. 2. Surrender I hugged a tree Its silent, firm bark Serrated and lined with experience Of watching the Universe And taking it all in – The elements, the connectedness, love and the nastiness It felt odd at first The wood settling against my body Head resting on hardness As I gave in to the friendly embrace Wind rustling the leaves Flowing through me, through the tree Standing tall, allowing me to rise It took me in It spoke to me in your voice I felt one with it The red ants scurrying in a file Didn’t find me an irritating obstacle They just climbed around my arms Carrying on with their upward and downward journeys Perhaps, this was the longest bear hug I gave to anyone At some point your sweet voice wafted into my mind “Free yourself, I will absorb” A deep anguish arose from my gut Dark with years of heaviness It crossed my heart, gathering all the toxicity embedded within A ferocious, whirling typhoon rushed out from my throat Primal screams, louder and louder Till I slowly sank to the ground My arms still around the tree Spent, light and strong Then I heard you again The tree speaking in your voice Now, go, Surrender to the Universe 3. October With morning light comes the thought of October Will we meet on October first or the next day? Or the third day of the month? Will we see each other, face to face, over coffee? A juice? Lemonade, perhaps? Will we meet as lovers? Or as strangers? Does falling in love always need a real world? If so, why am I so familiar with your fragrance? Soft floral with a touch of lavender I haven’t locked my eyes with your eyes Yet, I know when your eyes talk When its wide twinkle mirrors the Universe When those kohl lined beauties match the excitement in your voice And I know what’s going on in your mind when your eyes get shaded That’s something I would never want to see All I want is your heart to soar, your mind at peace Your happiness lifting us up I know your touch I feel it everyday Those long electric fingers Attaching my soul to yours Your beautiful palm snugly fitting into mine What about the Soprano lilt that tells me your mood? Pensive or expectant, joyful or reflective, testing or tired I see you everyday Your presence is around me every moment Just the thought of you brings your lips to mine Our breaths becoming the air around us I know we haven’t met as the dictionary would expect But when has love ever followed definitions or any rule? My heart has already met you, so have my senses, my being I know when we meet I will meet you as your lover To be reunited From a Universe where we once lost each other VK Shashikumar is executive trustee, Bridge Institute, an international special purpose organisation focused on bringing together leaders from Government, Business and Society to build partnerships and collaborations to progress Sustainable Development Goals. He was Co-CEO of Amnesty International India and Vice-President, Framework Change at Ashoka. He has more than two decades of award winning and impactful experience as an investigative journalist and roving war correspondent.
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Anshuman
11/4/2019 09:44:09 am
Stupendous lucidity.....
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Asawari khanzode
11/4/2019 03:55:10 pm
Fluid, enchanting ,subtle yet bold.
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Suprateem Burman
11/4/2019 07:53:14 pm
Very lucid and awesomely simple......makes you feel the protagonist as u read....
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