The Cave

Meeting You

Was discovering

An unexplored cave in the wild. 

Unintended. Unexpected.

(To say the least.)

It was so unfamiliar

Even though the cave fit

Almost perfectly

With the place where it was.

I was supposed to steer clear

Of the unknown

I was supposed to not dwell

In the woods either

I was supposed to avoid a venture.

Any venture.

Not anymore.

Not once more.

Yet I found myself marvelling

At the intricacies...

The light and the dark.

I walked in the paths

Laced with the fragrances

Of the flowers I revered

Of the sunlight I held dear

And of a mystical camphor-like breeze

That seemed to sooth my soul.

I knew I was there

But just to witness

The quirks of nature.

I knew I was there

But just to admire

The painter's work

As the colors blended

To form her heart's desire.

I knew I would recede my steps.

Sooner..

And wouldn't go any further.

But quirkiness

Has always been nature's nature

And vivacity

The artist's muse.

So I journeyed on

As the unclaimed paths in the cave

Claimed me as their own

I have gone

On and on

Discovering new flowers

And butterflies previously unknown

It still is a cave

With untraversed paths

And yet newer turns 

Now I don't see a path

That returns

Is it because there isn't one

Or is it because

It's not what I seek anymore? 

So, I keep going..

Exploring

The never ending abode

Of the cave

Because 

Meeting You 

Was discovering

An unexplored cave in the wild. 

Unintended. Unexpected.

(To say the least)

But

Knowing You

Is the journey I take

To explore the cave in the light.

Desired. Wished.

(To say the least)

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Perceptions and Journeys

The paths were like no other

That one would see

Or feel

Around this time of the year

There were monotones of white

And grey

That reflected the golden hues

Of the chiming sunrays

There were also

The marvels of green and blue

From the trees of hope

And the brighter skies too

And tinges of that charming purple

And orange

When the sun peeked across

From the horizon

The beautiful orange spelled

Mystical hymn of things

both spoken

And hidden

For it is all about

The way we perceive

The way our eyes see

And then there is the journey

That our senses take

As we weave

These perceptions in the basket

Of our thoughts

And that is not a journey

That everyone takes equally

There is a journey for you

And another for me

And the paths

Have never been like any other.

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A little back story:

In an event, 3 prompts were given to write a poem within a stipulated time. The prompts were:

1. Any book that you like

2. Any sense (sight, smell, and so on)

3. An occasion (Christmas or New Year's).

I wrote the piece in about 10 minutes. To preserve the essence and spirit of the event, I didn't revise or review the writing. In no way. Not a single word.

So, it is as it was... raw and unfiltered.

My choices:

1. Around the world in 80 days (the journey and the perception of time zones)

Jagyanseni (A well known saga narrated from another perception/ through the journey of that person)

2. Sense: Sight, sense of feeling

3. Both occasions.

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