So my love, do I walk away all defeated and resigned?
I could blame it all on my fate
but knowing I too ought to have a hand
in making life a string of escapades,
think I better keep these thoughts to myself!
I missed talking to you about my indecisiveness,
though I know, now is not the time or place
for such petty feelings, it is your time to grow
and be the Summer of abundance for the world;
the final days of Fall is on the previous page!
Is it I whose power lets my fingers fly on the board?
Is it I who makes my neurons construe
sensory stimuli the way they do?
I wish all these were dreams I’m having in my grave!
Eking out an existence like a shrew,
since the days of the lizard kings on earth,
later though, I saw how the others grew,
for me the line between nights and days blurred
into an incoherent congruity,
probably, evolution passed me by!
An abomination of Nature’s whims,
my brain has pectoral flaps and sinews
and nutrients come, not from what gets within
my wrinkled gut but from what my senses could
devour or nibble at in true liberty,
as a sovereign with taste, touch or sight!
How could I classify a disaster like that
and even if I had a class, how could I brag?
“Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe. The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass.”
― D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover
My life began
inside my mother’s womb,
sustained by her
through an umbilical cord
until severed clean!
While growing up
I was groomed by nature,
and the stars, far away
and clouds, close to home,
that brought teardrops from the sea!
The social norms,
those power dynamics,
who’s weak and who is strong
cannot hold me,
despite my solitude!
I reign supreme
and so shall my death be!
A soloist through life, I have
exchanged the mayhem here
I had a sister in the Amazon,
a solitary Onça-pintada,
this is the tale of how humans violated
her habitat, killing her in the end!
They chopped and burned down the trees to construct
a mighty wonder of human progress
amid the grandest one of Nature’s own
and still my darling Nature sustains them!
She had battled on for many centuries,
while the Dodo and the giant Mammoth failed
but she could only fight so many wars
before yielding to human avarice!
Earlier she had been jailed too, so I heard
for protesting against humankind’s poisoned darts!
Have you heard a tune more melodious than
the crickets’ song or the clear drops of rain
beating down on summer’s lush canopy?
Have you seen anything more picturesque
than the flocks of winter birds migrating,
relentless in search of their last year’s home?
Have you found a scent sweeter than the smell
of wet grass at dawn beneath your bare feet,
soft as velvet and soaked in autumn’s dew?
Have you ever been as warmed by a touch
as the rising sun warms a hazy morn
of an ideal year’s first or final days?
Thus, no one can be more fulfilling or complete
than Nature for the senses that can savor it!