The Window

Standing patiently outside my window- he waits.
His silvery caresses enter my room,
But he watches from afar-
Ever patient; ever pleasant;
Expecting nothing.

And I wait impatiently;
Trapped within my window.
Someday he will demand I bring him in…
Someday he will grow impatient like me…

I wait that someday he may want more than this fraction;
I wait that someday he may wish to see me whole.
But he makes no demands.
Tomorrow, he will come again.
Unfailingly.
And he will stand outside.
Unattachedly.

I know that the day he enters- he will fill up my existence-
Suffocate me even.
But I invite the encroachment.
For then, he will be mine.
The weight of expectations is much easier to balance
Than the suspended state of artificial equilibrium.

Momentary Truth

He was like the rolling sea-
Ever changing form,
Ever in turmoil,
Finding his stability in motion.

The sea that touches the shore for one brief moment,
And rolls away-
Does he reveal his true nature in the surge…
Or the ebb?

His being here was real,
And so was that which drew him away,
His feelings- as true as they were transient...



-R

On pills and people…

The more I observe people (which I do quite a bit ;-) ), the more I feel

It is their little whims that tell us a great deal…

Plato says- You can discover more about a person in an hour of play than in a year of conversation.

In my opinion- it applies to pretty much everything- spoken or done!

So, speaking of such hints big and small,

I happened to think- wasn’t pill-popping another tell-all!

Now before you go getting any naughty thoughts,

I do not speak of the type of pill, but the way it pops!

How do you take your pills- quick ‘n easy- just gulp it down?

Or do you take ages, and do it with a frown? :P

A friend I have agonizes over medication for ages,

She pretends to forget, and leaves it on ledges...

Until good Samaritans ‘find’ it for her

And force it down the patient’s throat, before it could be ‘lost’ in another corner!

She is, in life too, a born runner;

Her motto- why kill it if you can shove it under!

There’s another I know, who will not avoid,

But will crush and sweeten

And thus he will swallow the ‘bitter pill’…

Be it the strife of life, or a feverish chill!

Then of course, there’s the sudden gulp-down-the- gullet!

Trying to fool his own self before he can object!!

This is the man who will jump into a pool, not ‘toe-dip’

And address his problems head-on, without a blip.

My own preference though is slow and steady,

One at a time… what is the big hurry!

I’d line up my issues too, to be dealt with one by one

And I insist that’s ‘systematic’, not procrastination!

So… these are the ones I have known in my time;

If you know another, do tell me- and we can make it rhyme!