By Madhusudan Santosh Chandak
As I ponder upon the world; under the shade of this tree,
Wondering what life means, and why it came to be!
The wheel of time now spins as fate inks only the past,
Anchoring the memories within, ringing them into the heart.
Tied are these memories, to the moments that feel alive;
Winding all the way, as they mould this journey of life.
The birth gifts a family, with love & care amassed;
Pouring into the mould they cast, a "human being" at last!
With teachings & learnings, we grow; as the ways of life unfold;
Playing around the house, we know, how precious are these memories we hold!
The world keeps growing bigger! as we read and see, but more;
Celebrating the wonders of life, that nature and the cultures adorn!
Then, as we step down a bit, and think back a little deeper;
Struck by our own senses, with the emotions flowing steeper.
A breath in & a breath out, the feet dipped in silent waters;
Looking at our own selves, into the blurry ripples that scatter.
Back to the roots! Our heart 'whispers' while the mind, still rippling away;
We walk a path unchartered, holding onto the roots each day.
Deeper & deeper the roots grow, only in search of life;
Oh! But when will I learn? for this journey is but life!
In the deepest of thoughts, as we sincerely ponder;
How deep do the roots go in search? In awe, we seem to wonder!
Why? as we reach towards their ends, the aura feels serene!
Even the chaos of ripples seems settled, and the ringing of a droplet esteemed!
The flow of breeze, and the sound of breath, now happen to be closely felt;
The presence of light and of dark, now seem to be consciously held.
The eyes open wide in awe! The bare feet caressed in earth;
The tongue tastes the moist air, and the nose smells the dampened walls.
All as the ears hear our thoughts, the mystery of space unveils;
The ringing of silence spelled into spaces, my soul to its peak seems keen!
With a curious gaze, I leap ahead; only to realize I am all alone at this end.
Oh! But wait, how clearly it meant, for all I needed to feel was always at my own end!
My! How curious is this world, for the life it gifts is a humorous one;
While all we do is run from this truth, we chase a destiny for an illusive fruit.
So, with this secret in my heart, I tread a path once more;
Diving into my deepest thoughts to wander the spaces unknown!
As I traverse through these spaces, with my senses and being so heightened;
The chaos settles, and the eyes bow down in the bliss of creation enlightened.
Looking down at the silent waters; everything is crystal clear;
For when the ripples may reappear to hope and smile, I'll adhere!
To share this journey, this moment, this hope, my heart goes out to this world;
For all, we are but a cast of clay, with much to feel and much to say;
For this breeze of thoughts now blows away,
As I ponder under the tree at bay!
By Madhusudan Santosh Chandak