The Unfaithful Seed

In a dark-dense forest, there stood a banyan tree;
a tree that grew tall and mighty,
building its own abbey,
extending its roots far beneath the ground,
looking for those pearls that would make him grow profound.
Joyous with his soaring success as lofty as Mt. Everest,
in this impenetrable dense forest,
did the banyan decide,
to invest on a little seedling,
and nurture her with love and care.

Intoxicated with this bundling;
exuberant with fondness and affection,
cosy under his shade of warmth and compassion,
was this little seedling,
brazen with boredom.

On one quiet night did the little seedling,
escape from the clutches of those long creepers,
that held her to the tree;
from which she thought she could never be free.
Frolicking around the forest did she think,
what a foolish old tree he was!
for believing how she could never survive,
all by herself, even for a wink.

Strutting around the forests of better worlds,
being among seedlings that swirled,
those that seldom talked about the older trees they came from,
little did the seedling, think about the place wherefrom she escaped.
Never been better, thought the young seedling,
wiser and stronger, she believed she was growing,
There were times when she had an inking,
about how she could forget the old tree,
and all those things he gave her in his country.

As the wheel of time turned,
while she was rejoicing with all the things she had earned,
there struck a storm in the deadliest of its form,
never had she experienced this kind of alarm,
in all those years, she had been away from her familiar farm!
Sweating and swaying with the waves of wind,
gasping for breath while this horror engulfed her mind,
silently praying and searching for a familiar creeper to hold!

In that grief struck moment, she wished;
she wished to touch that familiar mould,
the one that had given her all the nourishment,
he who gave her all his enrichment.

Just as she closed her eyes tight,
and clenched her leaves with fright,
At that very moment when she decided to give up
and get lost in the whirling wind,
was she hugged by the huge barky banyan,
in whose presence she always felt like a minion;
drowned the young seedling,
in a never ending Sea of Unfaithfulness.

Tides of illusion

She wept in sorrow, deep distress;
her grief no one knew,
her voice never heard,
her face never seen.

she was born on a mulberry tree, she said,
she hated the way she looked,
she felt like the sand kicked.

From dawn to dusk,
with fear and hate,
with flesh and blood,she prayed.
she prayed to see the angel beneath,
whom would lurk the land of glee.

Moved by the sweet little heart she had,
was she shown the path to spree,
where she saw her man to be,
Of all the things her soul went through,
this was the one that was true,
until she knew it was misconstrue.

Held by the waves of coy within,
hit by the tides of cold outside,
slapped by the stick of morals one side,
burnt by the fire of passion,all sides;

Trapped by the power of love; she wept,
stumped by the realm of truth; she wept,
pinned by the wheel of time; she wept,
gulled by the shell of null; she wept

Her grief no one knew,
Her voice never heard,
Her face never seen.

Somewhere there

She was suddenly there,
She didn't realise she had come this far,
Or did she not want to?
She didn't know how she had come so far so soon,
she could never run fast,
Or could she?
But this was what the world kept telling her,
Didn't it?
To go farther than one could possibly go,
what was she expecting?
Bliss is it?

No!she told herself,
I know I will get there someday,
I will go to a land far far away,
where I can see the mountains and touch the deep blue skies,
play with the shadows of green leaves,
watch the swans as they shake their backs,
snoop around snails,
hear the hiss of water,
and kiss the air.

she would then; she thought,
tell the world with her head held high,
This is where I belong!

And then,
There would just be happiness,
the melancholy would be lost forever,
The tomorrows would be brighter,
she could bask in this glory forever, she thought.

Ah, the power of a woman's will got her there,
she saw the bright light she wanted to see,
she saw the twinkling stars,
and the never ending ocean.
she kept saying,
I know it, I know it well and I know it now,
there is nowhere to go,
there is nothing more to see.

Deep inside,
somewhere buried within her
was a voice,
the voice which asked her,
Are you happy now?
She kept mum,
a silent tear trickled down her cheek,
her pride and will melted away,
as she said,
I thought this is what I wanted,
was I wrong?

The voice within her said,
Bahaha! you fool,
as long as I am there,
Nothing can ever be fair!