Tremors

Hands tremble

Thoughts stir the nerves,
and,
Hands tremble.

Love.
Hate.
Joy.
Anger.
Shock.
Passion stirs thoughts,
and,
Hands tremble.

Fever.
Rheum.
Headache.
Arthritis.
Epilepsy.
Tension stirs muscles,
and,
Hands tremble.

Stirring thoughts,
Passionate emotions,
Tense muscles,
and,
Trembling hands.

Steady.
Restrain.
Relax.
Sleep...

The hands stop trembling,
Only to resume later.

YOU made I

I was a dragonfly.
You made me a butterfly.
Colours made the difference.

I was an eagle.
You made me a red-chested robin.
Chirpiness made the difference.

I was a shade of brown.
You made me red.
A tint of yellow, I guess, made the difference.

I was a withering flower.
You made me blossom.
A little water, some manure--love, affection galore.

I was a mourning soul.
You helped me dry my tears.
I was a lost entity.
You helped me regain my self.

I am the life,
YOU are the essence.

Getting over 'it'

'This too will pass',
Say the worldy wise--
Every day new methods of coping
with stress, we devise.

Winds blow on your faces,
And we seek shelter behind dupattas;
Every day of life we struggle
To overcome invisible sattas.

Birds chirp around on a rainy day
And the weather's quite appealing;
We sit and muse on everyday thoughts--
It adds a touch of healing.

Fingers ache to jot a few lines.
The heart overflows with emotions,
The eyes and throat choke with words
And feelings that crave for expression.

A drop of tear, a line or two,
And everything unburdens;
Back to life we turn around,
With the past behind the curtains.

Again

In a game of hide and seek,
Hope ran around me.
Love, as the Sun,
Hid behind the clouds.
The tender breeze of success
Whizzed past my cheeks in play.

Savouring the moments of relief,
I stood,
quiet and thoughtless.

And then,
again,
the brooding stillness resumes.

While Musing...

Today, have had more than
enough and yet nothing...
heaps of memories, but
nothing to hold on to...

Phases by phases, stages by
stages, life moves on...
a sojourn of the soul in
the mortal world, where
nothing is permanent...

Time to grow philosophical.
Time to play the blame game--
the Fate, the Gods, the
Society, Parents, Friends, the
Self.
Time to consider how fickle
everything in life is.
Time to shed a few tears
on your losses.
Time to prepare oneself
for more.

Prayer -- God! give me the
strength to live through life;
determination to not give up.
Capacity to stand up against
all odds;
ability to smile at everything.
Do not deny me experiences--
harsh or good; but help me
endure them.

Mistakes pile up like dust
on an abandoned bookshelf.
Experiments of trial and error
become experiences and memories.
Some rankle during ruminations.
Whom to blame? And why?

Tears well up in the eyes.
A sob chokes itself in the
throat. A shiver runs through
the spine. And lips struggle
to smile through it all.

Love

In the broad-chested plains of my heart,
You grew like the tender green grass.
And, as a doe,
my emotions fed upon you.

Hair,
Like cobras unleashed from the sapera's baskets,
Crawl all over the slopes of your face.

You are aroused.

Two plants drawing from the same soil-
Poison ivy, weeds, cactus...
We hurt each other,
Create gaps and wrinkles,
Withdraw,
And smoothe away.

We,
are in the trap of love.

Floating

A sea of silence,
And a floating log-
You and I--the floating We.
Wishing to sink
Or be restored?
No, we have no dreams,
no illusions.

Sometimes,
Carried away by the current ot its shores.
But, again,
A gentle,
Sometimes roaring
Tide,
Hugs us back.

Illusions,
are formed and destroyed.
No.
There are no regrets.
But, only if...
No, let us not go into that.
Keeping a straight face helps.
Emotions are washed away.

Silent seas,
Floating 'We's,
Dreams waiting to be dreamed,
Long journeys to make,
Depths to be traversed...