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Thursday, January 25, 2024

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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Tuesday, January 2, 2024

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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